7 hours ago on October 21, 2014

my favourite anime this season had zombies and necromancy last night and i’m still happy about it

3   -  THEY WERE PROPER GROSS ZOMBIES   -  MAGGOTS EVERYWHERE


21 hours ago on October 21, 2014

I’ve seen enough hentai to know where this is going

they played it out like yaoi tentacle porn and then he was like WASN’T MY MASSAGE GREAT and then the other merman was sensually talking about touching things whilst blushing

1   -  schmendrik-tow


21 hours ago on October 21, 2014

on another note, there’s an octopus merman in the merman anime now

7   -  sleepy but never too sleepy to watch anime amiright


21 hours ago on October 21, 2014

i’m getting sleepy, can we pause the rps for the night

8   -  ty for playing w/ meee


22 hours ago on October 21, 2014

So two aliens and an undead wizard have a nightcap. {TAG; Angel, Prospero sort of} 

schmendrik-tow:

angel-tow:

"No, we can discuss things," Angel replied. "I just thought you seemed busy, what with the whole fucking…" She peered at the pyjamas poking out of his coat with a snort. "…Andy Pandy getup."

At the mention of a ‘stoic buddy’, Angel looked up at Prospero with a smirk, nudging her in an attempt to prompt something other than a frown. The taller woman sighed slightly, relaxing her brows a little.

"Helena Prospero," she said simply, giving Schmen a firm, if a little too vigorous, handshake. "Just Prospero will do fine. I am the commander general of the royal battalion of her majesty’s army, chosen to protect Sesharrim’s monarchy at all times."

Angel opened her mouth, about to tell Prospero that he didn’t need her life story, when she closed it again and furrowed her brows, staring at Schmendrik in surprised confusion. “Since when was your name Yentl Aschner?” she asked. “Does no-one use their real fucking name anymore?”

She folded her arms, shrugging a little. “I’m fine. No-one’s fucking attacking for once, so it makes a nice change. I’d like to say a relaxing one too but they never tell you royalty’s a ton of fucking hard work next to the sparkly princess dresses in Disney films. Y’know, I don’t even have a sparkly princess dress. It’s a rip off.”

"Oh, no, never too busy for ya, Angel," Schmen chirped back good-naturedly, offering the petite blonde a warm smile and shake of his head. 

That is, before his arm nearly popped from the socket at the firm shake of Prospero’s hand. Returning it gingerly with a cold squeeze, Schmen peered at her owlishly and took in the words, looking slightly awed. “Prospero. Pleasure t’meetcha! Sounds like you’ve got a heckuvan important job. Props and kudos ta ya.” 

Motioning the two of them into his study, Schmendrik flashed Angel an apologetic smile. “Well, either name sounds like a sneeze, and most know me by Schmendrik. It’s kinduva long story,” he added under his breath, then reached out to lightly squeeze Angel’s shoulder. “Promise I didn’t intend ta lie to ya or anythin’.” 

Pouring them each a glass of the red wine (an Austrian pinot noir from 1836), Schmendrik passed the glasses out to Angel first, then Prospero, then himself, waving the study door shut with a loose burst of bluish magic, before seating himself behind his oaken desk.

"I could make ya one, or I know a tailor," Schmen replied easily, smiling at Angel from over the top of his wineglass. "I can’t fathom havin’ that kinda job, Angel." He raised his glass to her. "Props and kudos ta ya too. Now have a seat and take a load off…" He nodded to the plush chairs across from himself. "Leave all worries royal or otherwise behind ya." 

He knew Angel much preferred bragging about her kids—or herself—and besides, no one enjoyed talking politics. Not even politicians. 

Prospero blinked at the eccentric man, keeping her eyes on him as she moved her head to whisper into Angel’s ear. “What exactly is a ‘props and kudos’?”

Angel turned her head slightly to answer, stopping and frowning. “…I’m not sure,” she whispered back. “But just smile and pretend you understand.”

Lifting her head back to its original position, Prospero offered a small polite smile to Schmendrik, nodding along to what he was saying as she was handed a wine glass, which she sniffed experientially before sipping.

"No, you don’t have to," Angel said. "It was a joke, mostly. I’d rather have one of those intimidating queen dresses with the big collar things instead, anyway." She moved to sit down, shrugging a little as she flopped into the comfort of the seat. "It’s not that bad, really. I get an army, and ladies in waiting, and everyone has to be nice to me and call me your majesty. I got a ceremony and a coronation too, and a bunch of people kissed my hand… I even got to wear a crown! Like an actual fucking proper crown with meaning behind it, not some plastic shit. I’ve got a scientist as well who talks about tentacle monsters and sticks screwdrivers in robots and shit. She’s got a talking… uh… rodent… thing…? What did Hanji say it was again, Prospero?”

"A raccoon, your majesty?"

"Oh, yeah, that sounds about right," Angel nodded. "It’s weirdly fucking cute, whatever it is."

11 via schmendrik-tow / angel-tow


22 hours ago on October 21, 2014

Honestly, the only thing I’m getting from that is that your grandma is tech savvy enough to want to turn on a playstation. You’ve got a cool grandma.

lmao

we play a dumb quiz game on it together, that’s all

altho i have gotten her to play tekken before

1   -  cavan-tow


22 hours ago on October 21, 2014

The holy trinity of tech solutions: Is it plugged in? Is it powered on? Have you tried switching it off and back on again?

literally the only person that needs those pointers pointed out is my grandma. she was once trying to turn the playstation on and i was like “is it plugged in?” and she was like “…oh”

4   -  cavan-tow


22 hours ago on October 21, 2014

i asked bonnie to do that b/c i just had the weirdest computer glitch ever where no programmes would open and i couldn’t open paint but it fixed itself when i restarted, hurrah for “have you tried switching it off and back on again”

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23 hours ago on October 21, 2014

schmendrik-tow:

Looking up as Prospero entered after Angel, Schmen flashed her a friendly smile, closing the door behind the two visitors with a gentle thud.

Dusting off his hands and wrapping his housecoat around himself more snugly, the vampire rubbed his unsightly nose and listened closely, blue-hazel eyes brightening when he realized why Angel had dropped by.

"Oh—sure, sure, of course…!" Beaming, Schmen motioned for Angel and Prospero to follow him back up to his study. "Please—come have a nightcap with me and we can discuss stuff. Unless you’d rather take a pamphlet and go or somethin’. By the way, don’t think I caught your stoic buddy’s name—" Schmen offered Prospero a hand. "Hiya. I’m Schmendrik. Yentl Aschner, but—Schmendrik or Schmen is fine." He looked back around at Angel, beaming.

"How’ve ya been, by the way, before we get ta business?!"

"No, we can discuss things," Angel replied. "I just thought you seemed busy, what with the whole fucking…" She peered at the pyjamas poking out of his coat with a snort. "…Andy Pandy getup."

At the mention of a ‘stoic buddy’, Angel looked up at Prospero with a smirk, nudging her in an attempt to prompt something other than a frown. The taller woman sighed slightly, relaxing her brows a little.

"Helena Prospero," she said simply, giving Schmen a firm, if a little too vigorous, handshake. "Just Prospero will do fine. I am the commander general of the royal battalion of her majesty’s army, chosen to protect Sesharrim’s monarchy at all times."

Angel opened her mouth, about to tell Prospero that he didn’t need her life story, when she closed it again and furrowed her brows, staring at Schmendrik in surprised confusion. “Since when was your name Yentl Aschner?” she asked. “Does no-one use their real fucking name anymore?”

She folded her arms, shrugging a little. “I’m fine. No-one’s fucking attacking for once, so it makes a nice change. I’d like to say a relaxing one too but they never tell you royalty’s a ton of fucking hard work next to the sparkly princess dresses in Disney films. Y’know, I don’t even have a sparkly princess dress. It’s a rip off.”

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23 hours ago on October 21, 2014
11030 via throwbacksongs  -  angel music