#alivingmemorial

[habbinalchau]

Ink Intertwined

The buzzing of a tattoo gun filled the shop. Hannibal found it faintly calming and relaxing, the smell of antiseptic, the abrasive pain that vibrated from the needles of the gun, the soft murmur of his tattoo artist’s words in his ear, it was all intensely pleasant and an excellent release from the miseries of the past month.

The breach was sealed and the kaiju were gone for good, supposedly. Hannibal Chau was basically a king. His competitors wanted what he had, the PPDC wanted a slice of his fortune, every no name and person with any regard for wealth wanted a bit of what Hannibal had. Not to mention the fact that someone had put it out that he was dead. A rather inconvenient rumor to dispel. He’d been stuck putting down attempts on his life and business for the majority of the past month and he wasn't entirely happy about the inconvenience.

That’s not to say that business wasn’t booming. Chau had planned for he eventuality, stockpiling kaiju organs and remains just in case the goons at the PPDC did manage to stem the flow of beasts from the breach. Chau was sitting pretty atop a mountain of money. Regardless, the last month had been miserable. Hannibal’s fist curled into a ball and he wrinkled his nose in distaste, frowning.

Liu Min, his tattooist said something softly and Hannibal turned his head slightly towards her, replying in his low deep rumble, “Yeah, I know. It’s just been a huge pain in my ass.” Making an effort to relax, Hannibal sighed. He was seated in a chair that gave Liu Min optimal working space. The gangster was dressed in nice black slacks belted with an equally nice black leather belt. His shoes were significantly less ostentatious than his usual gold plated ones, though still extremely high quality black leather. Chau was wearing a wife-beater and little else on the top half of his body, other than a gold linked chain around his neck. Fine black lines curled from under the shirt up on Hannibal's chest, the tattoos underneath a sure mark that there was more to Chau than met the eye. Hannibal's green and black brocade suit jacket and vest, along with his dress shirt were neatly laid out on a counter in the back. 

Hannibal's arms were bare, his hands ringed in gold, the faint outlines of writing crossing his knuckles and faded sparrows lined the backs of his weathered hands. His arms were curling with traditional Chinese style ink, all in black-and-whites, some of it clearly newer than others. The style was clearly Chinese, but the subject seemed to waver, stylized kaiju curled around his right arm, the one that took his eye out was the centerpiece. Liu Min was leaning over his left arm, working on his newest piece, a gorgeous lining of Otachi and her spawn soaring their way up towards his shoulder, tails wrapping around the inside of his arm.

Hannibal Chau was a survivor and a victor. The kaiju had made his fortune and fame, secured his wealth for the entirety of the foreseeable future. Chau knew more about the beasts than most of the PPDC’s K-Science division put together and he respected the power and brutal strength of the monsters. He was also a smug motherfucker who thought of getting the tattoos as a symbol of his own life, affirmation of his defeat of the little bastards that came so close to taking his own.  

[meingottlieb]

alivingmemorial, keepcalmandsingyourswansong, winds-of-jaegersolaris

Evening. Can I help you?

[desperatetoberight-blog]

"Shut up Hermann, this is the best sweater ever. You're just jelly that YOU don't have one."

"Hmph...that is absolutely preposterous. And I already own a plethora of sweaters. I have no need for a childish one with a fictional kaiju on it."

[the-pure-equation]

Where Do We Go From Here | Newt & Hermann

Hermann was restless. Since the destruction of the breach signifying the definite end of the war with the Kaiju, he suddenly found himself in a state of quandary as to what exactly he should be doing with his time. Before it had been so simple, spend every available minute predicting the movements of the Kaiju, the nature of the breach, anything to give humanity an advantage in the war.

Now, it seemed that that substantial part of his life, was complete. As he started, for the fifth time, scrawling on his blackboard, only to sigh and erase what he had started, muttering under his breath as he did so; he took a step back, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Can you stop whatever it is you're doing over there Newton, I can barely hear myself think," he snapped abruptly at his partner, everything seeming to bother him in his present state.

[kaijumobster-blog]

A demon and his keeper //alivingmemorial

He stood at 6’4, had two horns, a tail, a stone hand and oh yeah— he was bright red. Frankly, he him he looked like an oversized lobster with a stone hand, but multiple accounts of the media and random people who just had to talk to him told him a lot of different things. So it’s come down to two things— he looks satan’s spawn (and he is) and he looks badass. So, he’ll go with badass. It sounded better than being called his father's son. He didn’t know how he really ended up on earth, but he did know is that he was bonded to a 5 foot tall twerp with an incomplete suit of mythological tattoos. --Wait, that was a lie. He did know. The twerp was a college student who had a big hard-on for the paranormal. It was.. Cute at times, but mostly a pain in his ass. But life was good. He had scotch, cigars, and of course cats.

[tentakrule]

alivingmemorial replied to your post: alivingmemorial replied t...

[[I’m sore you’re fine at rping. And yes. I do- ;A; I want to so bad I just still don’t have my DS <:C I don’t know when I’ll be getting it but it IS on Layaway. Also, dude… we should chat more]]

OHHHH well let me know when you do get it because i want to give you cool pokemon~

and YES we should definitely do that like if you have Skype that's basically the only messenger i use lately so we could add eachother on there if you like uvu

[doctorhgottlieb-blog]

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"I'll have you know, that this does not conserve water, much to your dismay."

[notesfromdoctorgottlieb-blog]

Hermann, are you drink-? That typing dude- that typing was a little ridiculous...

no i am not drunl

i am simpply fed up wtih you and your idiot ‘boyfreind’

[askhannibalchau-blog-blog]

alivingmemorial replied to your post: Mun’s laziness knows no bounds Y’know how when...

[[thats fucking hilarious. I’ve done that before…. but with pumpkin bread…]]

/I stirred it all up too so that the still not-quite-baked center would absorb into the more bready outside 

so it's jst a bowl of chocolate because all the chips were liquid and just

/high fives/ adultssss

[kaijusplotch]

First Encounters

Hide, run, hide, scary, mama, run, no, scary robot, no nono Splotch hid in the crumbled ruins of the docks, not far from the burned remains of his mother. The Kaiju was terrified,  beyond terrified as he heard people begin to swarm the area.

hide hide, scary, mama...gone? Mama? Otachi? scary, lonely. he whined and hid in the ruins, swallowing hard.

[hermanngott-math-and-scienc-blog]

"I don't give a damn about you."

"All the better I suppose; I had a job offer in Switzerland. It's good to know you won't miss me." Though why would you? I've never been particularly special...

He busies himself with jotting down what he has on the board onto a notebook, having decided to start the packing process now. His eyes look glossy and red, and every now and then he takes a deep breath as if to calm down. But he doesn't break down.

He couldn't do that in front of Newton.

[kaidancesky]

...

At what time in the day is it time to start drinking, because I feel like the exact moment when you figure out there are two Newt Geiszlers in existence it is time to start drinking. And heavily. 

[hermanngott-math-and-scienc-blog]

Sexy

First person: Maid

(Outfit)

Hermann tugs at the edges of the frilly skirt, trying in vain to get himself more covered. "Do you have a plan now that I'm like this?" He asks, face a bit flushed.

There's nothing particularly odd, save for the fact his robotic parts are more noticeable; namely his leg.

[hermanngott-math-and-scienc-blog]

All Night by Icona Pop

Send me a song, and I'll write a drabble that revolves around it!

People had booze.

More people went out and bought cheap booze.

Someone had an iPod full of energetic songs.

Someone knew how to hook that up with the intercom system.

The world was saved.

What's a better time to get shitfaced to pop tunes from 2011?

People drank like fishes.Humped in the hallway like rabbits.Danced like it was going out of style.

Everyone was tired and no one wanted to sleep.

They partied well past dawn and no one cared.

[hermanngott-math-and-scienc-blog]

Penny for your thoughts

"Newton should probably go get some rest; he looks tired."

[hermanngott-math-and-scienc-blog]

"What are you afraid of..?"

"Never liked spiders, is this line of interrogation quite done?" He spat out in a rush.