Plank Sinatra

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Angel Ferrara

Angel's ethereal, gender-transcending smile burned a path out to the countertop, upon which he gently laid out the produce he and Kaia had last bought. It was good that there were people along for this next mission - the strawberries needed to be sliced soon anyway before they became overripe, and three new mouths could help consume more bacon - a food that Angel tried not to eat too much of himself.

"Kaia, could you toss me that knife?"

Lux and Cyare, to whom Kaia Iona's blindness was much more obvious than Angel Ferrara's sex, visibly grew apprehensive about the casual way that the trap had slung out his request. This apprehension grew even thicker when Kaia picked up the knife and literally tossed it underhand - then settled when Angel plucked it casually from the air in a reverse grip, left-handed, and tossed it to his other hand to begin dicing fruit.

"Aaaand a bowl."

A bowl skidded loudly across the countertop between them.

"Thaaaaank you, Kaia."

(@Krayzikk, @Caasicam, @Silvan Haven, @HereComesTheSnow)

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

it's a novelization of lauren's first doujin

featuring ben and mercury

"so i guess you CAN perk the merc"

@HereComesTheSnow

"Oh, Merc, you're so augmented!"

"You have a real kicker on your hands here, Negasi. This story has legs to it."

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<Snipped quote by Plank Sinatra>

_{my smut fics}

@NarayanK

nara we talkeD ABOUT THIS

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<Snipped quote by Kaithas>

Sounds like something he'd do yep.

@Abillioncats

"Do you know where whores go?"

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@NarayanK

Oh god Lauren is gonna kill us all.

@Abillioncats

This scene was brought to you by Heroes of Beacon OST 666:

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lauren negasi took an axe and gave her classmates forty whacks

and when at last she stopped the screams

no one else made sangue memes

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

not really

Celestial Bonds: The Fateful Few

Might join this with a friend, in which case a temporary reserve for Sword, although if it turns out he can't do I'll let you know later today.

@Onarax

And here I am with a reservation for the Mage. Thanks buddy.

Persona - Academic Akrasia (Being rebooted, see new int check)

Once upon a time, in a very old country, there lived a very young girl. This young girl was pure of heart, but very slothful and very devious - especially when it came time to devise ways to stay slothful. She cut her teeth in this art in a land named Kanto, which held many wonders that shaped her childhood - of which a hyperinflated economy seemingly based on the trade of drinks and bike vouchers was first and foremost.

By now, the girl was on the cusp of adulthood and had learned many of her own lessons in the real world. She could not enter restricted areas with bribes - usually. She could not lull elephants awake with a flute and make them dance to her tune. Running headfirst into someone with a bike usually hurt them in addition to bringing you to a full stop.

But one thing she had learned from a young age was the power of beverages. In particular, soda pop, which went for almost as many Pokemon Dollars as Lemonade while healing only three-quarters of the health. Many would question the wisdom of not just buying Lemonade with that kind of price gap, but Kimiko felt like she was the only girl who played Pokemon realistically enough to mistreat the Pokemon who didn't perform well against Gym Leaders or Team Rocket.

It wasn't cruelty or anything. At least, no more than trapping animals in fist-sized balls and making them fight for your glory and pleasure. But if you're gonna do it, you might as well only reward success. This was a crucial lesson in both Kanto and Japan.

Besides, if Pokemon dentists were as expensive as doggy dentists, you would be needing the extra Pokemon Dollars in order to pay for all the cavities your Pokemon get from drinking Soda Pop and Lemonade all day.

How did this relate to her current probably-life-threatening predicament? Simple. She alone amongst Pokemon Trainers had learned the value of Soda Pop in urban combat. A decade of gaming had been naught but foreshadowing for this moment.

"Kaguya, Zan!"

From the wreckage of two DRU, a blast of energy - a forceful, tightly focused gust almost - blew two 2-liters into the air for Kimiko's grabbing pleasure. Even as they soared into the girl's waiting grip, the fizzy material inside was rioting, carbonation clearly swelling at the tips from their flight. Kimiko gave them each two shakes for luck - ch-chk, she vocalized, like a girl loading guns - and cracked the lids open.

FWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH

Her gut feeling had served her well. Much in the way that she had assuaged the thirsts of mighty Charmeleon in the days of yore, the mixture of chemicals and carbon buildup within the plastic bottles sprayed everywhere in the path of Kimiko and her DRU, wild beverage fire meeting wild pizzabot fire head on and putting it out in midair. The slacker beamed in pleasure. Truly, she was the very best that no one ever was this day.

"Your turn, Pizza-kun!" Kimiko tapped the DRU's head once for encouragement and pointed at the area between the center DRU and its counterpart to the right. "Tarukaja! Take them out!"

Inside Pizza-kun, some unholy machinations were occurring as a 2-litre soda was locked, cocked, and loaded. At Saitou's wordless cry, the shaken soda hitting the ground between the two DRUs with the force of a small improvised mortar. Kimiko-chan crowed.

It was working.

"DAISUKE-KUN!" thundered the Empress. "This is your chance to seize the day! If you truly love me, prove yourself worthy! I need more carbonated mortars!"

She pointed at the DRU that had been on the left - now the lone member of the unholy trinity that had dared stand before her and Pizza-kun.

Fifty-eight remained.

Project Olympia 2.0

Eastwood Evans - Light of Our Lives

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People liked to say stuff that they could do forever. Oh, I could shop forever. I could eat here forever. I could binge this show forever. Well, Eastwood didn't know about overeating and he sure as shit wasn't no fan of sitting still for no TV show for all time, but there were some things he could do forever. He could drive and sing and shoot the shit atcha from a hundred yards away, there was so much life in him, but more than anything he felt like he could run forever - and with his power, now as long as there was daylight out or even if someone left the football field's lights on, he really could run forever.

But there were a handful of responsibilities that came from takin' the doc's pill, so instead of running forever, the big-hearted Texan lug had to call it quits after only two hours and a li'l change. He had gotten off of his last afternoon class - a snoozer of a Bio lab that had made Eastwood want to sprint for the exit instead of for fun - two and a half hours ago, changed within ten minutes, and had devoted the rest of his time to haulin' ass and croonin' to the empty practice field.

The alarm that had sounded on his iPhone, cutting him right outta his routine, was still hollerin' as he fished the device from his hoodie's pocket and slid his finger along the touchscreen. The cheerful techno noise cut out abruptly. It brought a grin to his face as he jogged much more casually up to one of the vending machines left out for the athletes. East ran his fingertips over the familiar button that would shoot one lemon-lime Gatorade his way and grinned wider.

Acheri and Soleil were always riding him about his sports drink tastes, and he had tried to give other flavors a fair shake. But got damn if there wasn't something heavenly about a Gatorade that was as sour as a rattlesnake's bite. Slipping a buck-twenty-five into the machine and pushing the button with his palm, Eastwood stayed still long enough to crouch down and scoop up the Gatorade before playin' his music again and tearin' up grass on his way to the lab.

He moved so quickly that the crack! of the broken seal and the glugglugglugglugahhhhgotdamnthatsgood of his chugging was almost lost in the rush of wind and blues in his ears.

East slowed to a halt outside the lab where they had all gotten their powers - a lab that still held a li'l bit of anticipation and hesitation for the wayward cowboy at the same time. One of the other students was already outside takin' a drag on her smoke, which wasn't really Eastwood's cup'ah'beer 'cause of his runner's lungs and all, but more power to her. He flipped the empty plastic bottle in his hand upside down, so he had his index and middle fingers wrapped around the neck, and chucked it upside down into the trash can without even hitting the rim. Hooah.

Were the girls around? He had to watch his accent around Acheri and Soleil. They rode his ass like Secretariat over his drawl. Seeing that the coast was clear, however, he put on a friendly beam and high fived the top of the frame to the building's entrance as though it could greet him back.

"Ayy, howdy," he breathed out, only slightly winded from his hours of exertion. "How's things goin'?"