Plank Sinatra

A Certain Unique Academy

keep calm and bang bang

Heroes of Beacon - the Next Chapter

another mini lauren

EDIT:

a bonus sangue masterpiece

@NarayanK

is she wearing a fucking kool-aid top you madman

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hey what should a handsome young guy with nothing to do do for his birthday

asking for a friend

@HereComesTheSnow

snapchat me

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<Snipped quote by harinezumikouken>

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I kind of hate both so I'm probably not the best person to ask.

@Prince of Seraphs

trash taste

RWBY: Brilliant Horizon

Man, what a riot. This place was stinking with money - not as much as Brennan liked to toss around, or use for kindling on missions, or craft into bikinis for Kawaguchi, but fucking money all the same. Old, old-ass money. The kind of money that made and broke families, companies, kingdoms. And Brennan Griese had accomplished more than most of them put together would do in a lifetime before he was even twenty-five. Imagining what he could do with the remaining three-quarters of his century was among his favorite ways of passing the time during bullshit black tie affairs like this one.

That, and giggling at the more unfortunate among his friends who weren't so used to working crowds. Like the backup (backup) woman in his life, Nura Volkov. The woman who put the Brat in Bratva. Currently being chatted up by some schmuck who was barely fit to be serving her champagne as it was.

He got her attention the only way he knew how. Pointing at the back of her arm candy's head and miming a kissing face.

No. Nura shook her head only fractions of an inch to each side, but it was beyond even the idiot to miss the emphasis of its meaning.

When he'd found Nura, Brennan's gaze had been narrowed slightly, watching the crowd with a wary, predatory gaze that only those who had fought him would expect to see on his carefree face. Now the rich man's eyes had gone wide, round, and manic. His fists were balled, pointing upwards; he was practically bouncing on his feet with glee.

Y e s!

N o.

Slowly, like a pendulum, Brennan thrust forward and retracted once. He would have done more, but was too busy clutching his stomach to stave off the urge to double over and laugh at her.

This was too sweet. Long had Griese enjoyed the sick thrill of taunting Nura about her relationship status. What had started with playful jabs about her refusal to click 'like' on his and Umeko's couples pictures on holiday had devolved into an obsession consisting of anything from spamming her Scroll with pictures of cakes every Christmas to sending poor lads into the lion's den on one-sided blind dates.

Buuuuuuut...it did look like Nura needed some help with this smirking suedehead. She was clearly not bothering to repress her trademark scowl, and whenever she looked over the man's shoulder to Brennan's mischievous, beaming face, he would mouth the word Help? Her eyes - which, around most people, growled a succinct No - were clearly screaming oh gods Brennan fookin YASSSS!

She picked it up from Umeko. And just like Umeko, he would be perfectly happy to let her squirm until she begged for him. He would have held out, too, but after a minute it looked like she was going to give in to the urge to shoot him, and then Umeko would've found a way to blame poor ol' Griese for letting Nura give another boy some point blank brain surgery using Grazdrakona as her fuckin' proxy. Once again, it looked like Brennan Griese would have to do all the talking.

Now. How best to distract someone with their eyes on a golden girl (or soon to be, anyway) like Nura Volkov?

Simple.

Give 'em some platinum.

Brennan waved down a waiter for a little ball of something that, upon inquiry, turned out to be some kinda beer-battered chicken on a little toothpick. He was reluctant about putting it in his mouth without assurances that the brew was Atlesian, but upon deciding that the server was being truthful about the morsel's origins, he stuck to the wall (ignoring many of his more extroverted tendencies screaming at him helplessly in the process) and began approaching the happy couple. Nura's scowl loomed over him, closer and closer, as he crept up behind her would-be suitor. He could practically read the mixed signals in her eyes from here.

If you stab him in the carotid with that toothpick, I will let you carry me away and ravish me in the bathroom. Y-Ye fookin' idiot.

Or something like that. Her glares always looked the same to him. Well, sorry Nura...

But Daddy's already got himself a soulmate.

SMACK!

One hand, renowned the world over for grasping victory in the Vytal Festival five years ago, smacked the waiter harassing Nura right on the outside of his delicate upper thigh. When his eyes, and Nura's, both turned to refocus on the man who had done the smacking, Atlas' handsomest, most charismatic, most insane-in-the-fookin'-brain captain of industry walked right past them with a wink and parked himself on Nura's opposite side. Brennan placed the ball of beer-battered chicken between his teeth and pulled it off the toothpick slowly. Deliberately. Scraped a small droplet of beer off his bottom lip with his teeth.

Somewhere, Noel's ovaries were goin' off like fookin' atom bombs. Poor thing.

"Hayyy, cool kids. What in the 'ell do we got ourselves goin' on here? Nooooora~!" the Atlesian champion sang. "Does someone need 'erself an a-dult?"

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Grab Your Dancing Shoes, Father Joan!

Regrouping?

Retreat or no, more pirates were coming. She had no idea what kind of damage Lumen Team had done to them, nor did she particularly care. Up to fifteen more HFvs. And they were still working on cleaning up the left flank. They were still working on...

The chaplain growled.

"Rising Star, the Bradley awaits you. Allow me to dance with the Blue Danube."

As she turned, Joan was unable to suppress a satisfied smile. Truthfully, she couldn't have put herself in a better position if she'd tried. Rising Star had led the Blue Danube and the Bradley far to the left of of her railguns, while the two now-deceased pirates had tried to pin Judah between Jannah and their rockets. Her flanking maneuvers - right, then left, then down - had left her in much the same position as she'd started. When she turned, she saw Rising Star execute a maneuver that made Joan's eyes widen; G-Valk was only now beginning its next pass around the battlefield, firing on wounded Rooks...

...but the Blue Danube hadn't followed her. It was flying up to avoid her beam fire - and, unaware of the defeat of those who had come for Joan Heidenreich, had turned its back on Judah.

She grinned.

Said a prayer for the ace's soul under her breath.

And fired two 460mm rounds, directly at the explosive-packed ammo backpack of the blue Rook.

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You should probably contact a doctor if your video games are tickling you.

@MULTI_MEDIA_MAN

Or a cop

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Man I'm starting to feel like the only person who's never cosplayed before.

@Guess Who

trust me you're not the only one

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

"Yo yo, soldier."

Gibson-chan looked pretty beaten up and had a stomach that growled like a scorned otaku. It was impressive stuff that she'd even managed to regain consciousness with the stress she'd been through. Did she have a Persona too? There had been so much sensory overload and stuff during the fight...all she'd had time to focus on was her increasingly successful strategies for staving off the robopocalypse. She would have to do better when it was the zombies' turn.

In the meantime.

"I managed to shanghai us a trip to McDonald's," the robot owner explained, handing over the remainder of the cinnamon stick order DRU had dispensed and plopping it in Hitomi's lap. Belatedly, she realized that she was being cuddled. This would probably be weirder if she hadn't spent sixteen years growing up in...well, her household. Luckily growing up around a pair of lesbian sweethearts had given her quite a bit of experience with being snuggled by women.

She put her training into practice - then hit the cinnamon sticks with a knee, pushing them even closer to the new girl.

"These will do in a pinch until we get there."

The girl reached, one handed, into her left pocket and withdrew her Bubble Tape. She emitted a noise of pleasure when she saw that the plastic casing had survived the onslaught; the tape rolled out in a long, uniform pink stream, which Kimiko tore off at a mathematically perfect length with her teeth as though she were preparing gauze for a wound in the jungles of 'Nam.

Roll it up.

Pop it in your mouth.

And chew.

As if it wasn't bad enough that Kimiko-chan had stolen victory from defeat's jaws...

She'd also stolen four inches of Awesome Original(TM) Bubble Tape, too.

Is this...what it feels like? The feeling of conquest?

She would have to usher in new apocalypses, if so.

Σωτήρ: the Solar Age (Mecha) - Still Accepting

Stab From Hell's Hot Heart, Father Joan!

The pirates, in their fumbling attempt at defense, had merely created another opportunity for Father Joan. The massive plume created by the contact of shell and shield commanded the attention of one Rook, waiting to see if his missile had struck true, while the other pilot desperately fumbled to regain control of his shell shocked HFV. The projectile disappeared into the enormous cloud.

80mm Vulcan rounds returned fire in due course, but no accompanying HFV followed them; this far out of range, the rounds pinged uselessly off of the undamaged Rook's armor.

Nothing emerged from the cloud after the Vulcans stopped, either.

The lion had gone quiet...

(Railguns moved into position.)

...and then yawned from underneath the cloud, both over-the-shoulder railguns positioned to fire squarely through the "groins" of the two HFVs and up through the cockpits, where no shield or return fire could protect them.