@Iniqitus: Once I'm done with that Chachazero thing, the pedobear fic is going to look like My Little Pony by comparison. And not the Friendship Is Magic series either. The old school Tastes Like Diabetes stuff.
Reaction Image Repository<embarrassed expression> So I edited one of my old documents so that it contained Chapter 18 and added that as a new chapter. Seems to have worked.
What a day I'm having.
If you won't I'll slit your throat/Won't you please be nice?@No Limit: I'm not going to make this easy for you with the compiling and whatnot. YOU CANNOT COMPILE THE SUM TOTAL OF MY INSANITY!
@Napoleon: ...En garde, my rival! Have at thee! Hyah!
Shizuna smiled at the class as they quieted down. "Class 2-A, please welcome your new homeroom teacher: Homer Simpson-sensei."
As the potbellied, balding, yellow-skinned man walked in, the eraser fell down, ready to unleash it's lethal payload of... chalk dust? ...Anyway, it fell down upon his head just as planned by the Narutaki twins.
Instead of just landing on his head, however, he went down like a stone, with a shouted noise that sounded oddly like a 'DOINK!' His flailing right foot landed on the wire stretched over the ground (remember that from way back?), even as his left foot slipped backwards. In a move that made even some of the girls wince, he went into a horribly overstreched splits position for an instant, before his fat rebounded and hurled him upwards in a curve that would have been majestic had it been anyone else.
He landed headfirst on the teacher's desk, bouncing off and whacking it precariously into the air. Homer had only enough time to groan before the teetering desk upended itself onto him, throwing up a cloud of dust.
The class collectively tilted their heads. Moments later, Homer popped up from the nightmarish wreckage, smiling and looking unconcerned.
"Hey."
Fate tried and tried to kill Homer, but in the end had to admit defeat. Not out of fear or being defeated, you understand, but more because it was really getting very tiring crushing him into the dust and then doing the same thing all over again in the next episode (which became shorter and shorter, what with the main character failing horribly at whatever he attempted and all). The only reason he kept on doing it after Homer met Rakan was because Homer made such funny noises when you hit him.
edited 9th May '11 5:10:35 PM by IniquitusTheThird
Storm and trouble won't make you make you lose your way. (Tits might, though.)Oh, you thought I'd blown my load, eh? Well, I'm Iniquitus the Freaking Third, and I spit in the face of the refractory period! And maybe spank it, if it's into that!
"Class 2-A, please welcome your new homeroom teacher: Aizen Sousuke-sensei."
A kindly man, with messy brown hair, a pair of glasses and a little amulet with the symbol for '5' around his neck, walked into the room, bowing politely to the class.
(In the back row, Makie whispered: "Didn't we read about this guy from Naruto-sensei's stuff when we went through it?"
Yuuna shot back: "Nah, different spelling. Now shut up before continuity kicks us in the shins, Makie.")
"Welcome," he said warmly. "My name is — as you know — Aizen Sousuke, and you are now under my control." In one smooth motion, he palmed a cupful of hair gel, swept off his glasses, drew his hand back through his hair to slick it back, smiled evilly and drew a simple sword. "Shatter, Kyouka Suigetsu."
From that day onwards, Aizen mentally animated his illusory self to teach the students while he sat there naked. Just because he could.
Ya know what I wanna see
I wanna see Aizen v. Xanatos.
I'd think Xanatos would win. Simply because Aizen has an ego problem.
You know you want to add loveI'm not such a big fan of 'X v.s. Y', actually, because it seems like all they care about is who is more powerful. Neither of those two would actually fight each other unless they both had a very good, logical reason to fight.
Oh, and Aizen would win because David Xanatos cannot plan for him. He can't even see him, and would likely be pulverised by Aizen's mere presence. (I would like to point out the canon evidence of him vaporising unpowered humans just by being near them.)
Plus Aizen has searching powers, and goddammit I'm a hypocrite. But anyway, that kind of matchup makes no sense.
edited 9th May '11 5:58:51 PM by IniquitusTheThird
Storm and trouble won't make you make you lose your way. (Tits might, though.)Me, and I swear it will be posted by the time you wake up for tomorrow (wherever you are).
In other news, holy damn I needs me some cohesive yuri. Anyone for me posting my work here?
It's Negima yuri. Of course it would be. You people have ruined me for other fandoms.
Storm and trouble won't make you make you lose your way. (Tits might, though.)
Just upload the document to Ala Iridia account. That way we can proofread it as we go.
Also Yuri, you say?
Most of it is, at least.
edited 9th May '11 6:27:56 PM by JapaneseTeeth
Reaction Image Repository@SCM: I'M IN YOUR IDEA, REPLACIN' YOUR IDOLS.
"Class 2-A, please welcome your new homeroom teacher: Evangeline McDowell-sensei." Shizuna took a step to the side and waved in a short blonde girl, who s bowed slightly to the collected gaggle of girls.
Her eyes went around the room, and she noticed that the previous descriptor was in fact incorrect: near the back sat one boy, the smallest of the class, who looked decidedly unhappy, twitching slightly and resplendent in a skirt.
"So, you're the vampire of Cherry Blossom Lane..." Eva raised her finger, neat nail aiming at him. "...Negi Springfield."
The young boy, wearing a tattered black cloak over an evening suit, grinned at her, showing off his fangs.
"Although I have to say, you didn't pick your hiding place very well. Honestly, a ten-year-old boy among teenage girls?"
The boy perched on a signpost and snarled wordlessly, grip on a long, antique wand shifting. "Hah! I did not choose this. Your father, the legendary Thousand Master, was once my rival. But after I attacked him and confronted him, he tricked me and forced me into this situation," Negi spat. His anger grew as he continued: "And now these girls call me their mascot and their pet! Me! The Black Night Master!"
"Can't say you've aged well, then," Eva shot back as she scanned the area for Chachamaru. The robot girl was connected with this megalomaniacal boy, she was sure of it.
"Hmph. You know nothing about my kind. To break the curse that binds me, I need the blood of the one who sealed me." An ugly red glow suffused his eyes, and the wind around him picked up to snatch at his cloak. "I think you are close enough to fool the spirits binding me."
"And what if this doesn't work? What if you kill me and get the faculty onto your skinny arse?" Eva took a deep breath and concentrated the magic in her body into her hands as Nodoka shifted beneath her.
Negi tilted his head sideways, gleaming teeth cutting a crescent through the black silhouette of his short frame. "Then I will go knowing that I have tasted the sweetest revenge of all."
"Rastel Maskil Magister! Come to me, Oh spirits of the wind and thunder!"
Kch! "Lic lac la lac lilac! Ice, be my cloak! Night, be my shield!"
Eva and Negi raised their hands in almost perfectly mirrored stances, eleven points of harsh yellow light arching from the nothingness behind Negi and dashing against the cold blue sphere that sprang up around Eva.
Eva blinked her eyes to remove the brilliant afterglow from them, only to see Negi standing on his wand-staff and beckoning to her before turning and flying off, balanced perfectly on his feet despite the rushing wind and angle.
She heard the pounding of feet along the footpath of Cherry Blossom Lane, but only looked after Negi. That speed... he's a professional. But he seems to need that oversized staff to cast spells...
More serious than cracky. Watch this space, folks...
Edit: My laptop's on the verge of crapping out, so goodbye until tonight, folks. Have fun, I'll read those stories with Chisame later (Because they are :3), and dammit now I want to write Mahuo Sensei Evangel. Laters!
edited 9th May '11 6:36:08 PM by IniquitusTheThird
Storm and trouble won't make you make you lose your way. (Tits might, though.)Just a quick question to any and all Bonies on the forum...
Would Mr. Feeny from Boy Meets World seem like a good secondary mentor to Twilight?
You know you want to add love![]()
It's been so long since I've seen Boy Meets World that I have no idea, but the idea certainly amuses me.
Then allow this quote to refresh your memory:
"Mr. Matthews, would you kindly tell me what a rainbow-colored pony is doing on my desk?"
You know you want to add loveGreat, now I've got the idea of Pinkie Pie being all Eric to Twilight.
I'm actually trying to think up some sort of non-ironic MLP fic for 2 reasons:
- So I have something that isn't anime related on my account
- Because I'll need to rebuild my innocence from scratch after this Chachazero thing.
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Actually, the reason I asked is because of my non-Negima story project.
The idea: A revamp of the series with everyone as humans. With some moderate tweaks.
You know you want to add love

"Class, I want you to welcome your new teachers for this term. Otto Octavius-sensei, Physics; Curt Connors-sensei, Biology; Sergei Kravinov-sensei, P.E.; Quentin Beck-sensei, Dramatic Arts; Norman Osborn-sensei, Finances and Economy; and Adrian Toomes-sensei, Mechanics and Aerodynamics," Shizuna proudly announced as the six men entered the room.
A single glimpse at the man with glasses and the bowl cut was enough to send most of the students in a panic fit, running for the door. "AHHHHH! TENTACLES!!!"
Octavius scratched his chin with one of his extra arms. "Curious and curiouser. I wonder why all young females in this country react this way to any long and flexible metal limbs."
"Well, almost all of them," Osborn observed dryly as the few girls left at the room smirked at Octavius.
"Reminds me of that time I spent with Aunt Miko...," Kaede mused.
"I haven't had a run-in with tentacles in a long while..." Evangeline pondered.
Zazie nodded only once.
"Just remember, Osborn-sensei," Shizuna warned Osborn. "Throwing students off bridges is absolutely forbidden."
Osborn rolled his eyes. "For the last time, Madame, I only do that when they start dating Spider-Man..."