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And teenage girls riding banana boats down a river of chocolate in swimsuits.
(I wish i were kidding. And thats weirdly one of the more tame moments)
I watched it a few years back when G4(hell, when G4 still existed) was still doing late night anime.
It...it made me the man I am today. I'm not proud of that. Nor will I elaborate.
There are somethings in the hearts of people that should just die with them.
You should be terrified of something like Eiken club.
Fear is a rational response to danger.
How big is an average female tanuki's... assets, exactly?


have you ever watched Eiken club? Take that up a few cup size. Clearly.
(please dont)
...ya know, Yuina's kind of the scoobydoo of the group given this ghost hunt.
She's arguably the most dangerous one in the group, eats a lot, yet is utterly terrified.
All she needs now is a stylized collar, a stoner best friend and a speech impediment.
So, I'm not sure how people view the Iron Roses right now. On the one hand, they're an old and powerful religious figure with a storied past, just saved the life of the crown princess, and are in the process of wiping out a plague of lesser undead before it spreads.

On the other hand, there have been at least twelve seperate cases of sexually harassment tonight, several yelling matches, quite a few cases of physical abuse, and lesser all around embarrassment from the whole cast.


One of the elements of their storied past is that the majority of its members are basically murder hobos.
Oh, and Aamuu probably didn't noticed Sho @ghastlyInc yelling.


ah okie. S'fine. Stealth sheep is good.
Gillian boggled as Sult well…assaulted the court mage. Something told him the iron knights weren’t likely to be invited to any future Royal Balls anytime in the future. He sighs, watches as the embarrassed knight retreats out the door. “I…apologize about her. She normally asks permission first.” He says, figuring it was probably better not to lie.

Gillian glared daggers at the man who entered with the stacks of pancakes, not trusting him. Wasn’t he one of that glorified mirror from the balls second rate knights? He didn’t like the way his gaze lingered hungrily on people, it felt too much like a snake staring down a rat to him (forgetting that earlier this evening, he wasn’t behaving much better). Still, forcing him back out the way he came seemed like it’d be more trouble than it’d be worth, and he’d secured his position with them by offering to regale the princess with stories. “You can tell stories from the other side of the room.” He says, bluntly, hand resting on his hilt.

He sits in silence for a moment, eyes darting between the intruding rogue and the windows and occasionally watching for the shimmer of Christna’s work. He hoped the rest of the knights were doing well in dealing with the conspirators, though he’d not have any way of knowing. It took a moment before the hundi’s request registered. “oh, uh…Yes, sure. Feel free to stop by my room later.” He says, barely looking at his fellow knight. “You’re welcome to keep it, if you’d like.”
"Then the accident happened. At one of their training matches A male she was sparring with cheated and snuck in a real sword. Dante ended up losing her right arm up to just before her elbow. There was hope of getting the Limb re-attached by magic, but the only healer who was capable was more than a week's ride away. And so she lost her arm. Instead of quitting the training like she was told to, Dante waited a week, then took some straps from the stable and fashioned a large piece of stone to the end or her arm with it and demanded a rematch."

Is this acceptable?


Amputee buddies, wooo.
Sho Baba


Sho huffed as he sprinted through the streets of the Imaginary District, a breakfast burrito flopping unceremoniously in his mouth as he ran. “I’m so lateeee!” He says fumbling to tie the wrinkled silk train wreck that was his tie. As always, the garment ended up looking more like an unruly knot than anything resembling normal neckware. He was also pretty sure he wore this shirt yesterday, but both these facts didn’t matter for the moment The meeting was probably over by now, which meant Makiko already gave out the missions. Which meant he’d be stuck inside doing paper work. Again. His mind flashes to the horrific desk pile, stacks of paper reaching comical heights with deadlines far beyond passed. A good thing for absolutely nobody involved.
He curses his alarm clock while he chokes down the cheap breakfast food, wishing he’d not manage to have slept through it. ”I’m never staying up late again” he promises to himself, as he had most every day since joining the MYO. He turns into a small alley, the second to last portion of his daily route to the office. He breaks into a dead sprint, hoping there was still time to get out of the one utterly horrible part of his job. ”Just one more corner and I’m home fre-“ He thinks, bolting out of the alley and face first into a large Oni shaped obstacle he was fairly sure wasn’t there yesterday.

Sho rebounds off of Noa, being a comparative lightweight to most Oni, before thunking onto the pavement. There is a soft baah of pain before he looks up at the offending roadblock. He stares blankly for a moment, trying to remember the girls name..and why he was rushing. Something about a meeting? There is another beat of pause before the name comes to him. ”Good morning Noa-Chan!” He chirps, waving at the oni from the ground, previous urgency seemingly entirely forgotten. He looks past the oni, spotting other people. “Good morning everyone~!” He chirps, there being too many people to name.

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