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[peachy-keenss]

Are you working on the discord?

( If you dont wanna then I can do it :3 )

Whaaaa a sam and max server???? Whaaat i mean. If you really mean it <:3 https://discord.gg/yrCnsXxNBR

[junewild]

Watching Sam & Brennan talk about the beauty of frivolity, of adults playing silly games just as seriously as they fight to survive, and... yeah. There are some things that keep us alive, and there are some things that make life worth living, and I think games are one of those things that fall into both categories. Games make our lives better and they make us better at being alive. I think that's pretty cool.

[hyolks]

I'm so normal about him. like fr. (<-lying)

[desultory-novice]

"Whoever said 'the road to hell is paved with good intentions' left a lot of stuff out..."

[Name:] Noir Fontaine "...It's pronounced 'fawn-tan'"

[Reference Image:]

[[Tournament Asks Masterpost]]

[Notes on Personality:]

"My pronouns are he/some-kind -of-planet-invading hellspawn, I guess."

A kindhearted teen beneath the surface, growing up amidst humanity's depressive twilight hours on a hostile, frozen wasteland, plus a lifetime of tragedies no one his age should have to bear, has hardened Noir into a sarcastic, sassy little edgelord with a bitter tongue that's as sharp as his cursed sword, both of which he'll turn on anything he finds threatening with little provocation.

Noir's oodles and caboodles of twitchy paranoia combined with him having the approachability of a flea-ridden alley cat, makes breaking the thick ice to touch the heart of the scarred boy hiding beneath a task for only the most patient (or masochistic) of souls.

...And even then, he'll still sass you.

Likes: storytelling, games, the night sky, his siblings Dislikes: violence, crowds, touch, food, opening up

[Backstory and Lore:]

"...My life had way more talking plushies playing key roles than I'd have guessed."

Son of <L.D. Violet Level Access Only> and <L.D. Violet Level Access Only> Noir is a normal (?) human (?) teen from Shiver Star and Adeleine's older brother.

After the early death of his parents under very suspicious circumstances, Noir took over as sole guardian of his little sister, giving up the little-to-nothing he had to keep her safe and happy, including his own happiness, his health, and very nearly his sanity.

His preternaturally bad luck took a turn for the absolutely devastating when–while searching for a cheer-up gift for his little sister amongst some suspicious New World relics–he just so happened to acquire a psychic blade forged of Dark Matter.

As if it knew exactly who he was and exactly who he could go on to be, the Blade attached itself to him in a rather physical (:cough: and un-removable :cough:) manner and began slowly but surely corrupting him, body, mind, and soul.

Yet, he was able to use its destructive gifts to quietly rescue his sister Adeleine from Shiver Star's apocalyptic, dead-end environs and send her off into the endless possibilities waiting in the sea of stars, guaranteeing she, at least, would have a future.

The corruption devours him soon after.

In a 'verse close to that of the canon games, Noir loses his human body upon death along with (most) of his memories, and his captive soul is reforged by Zero as the eldritch entity's elite vanguard, a position which caused King Dedede to dub him "Blade."

In this form, the emotionless(?) Dark Matter drone would go on to adopt Gooey (in place of the sister he could not fully remember) and lead the invasion of Popstar for the collective, unaware it was the very planet Adeleine escaped to. She would not discover the one-eyed shadow monster was her brother till much, much later...

Noir dies a second time, in a duel against Popstar's hero, Kirby of the Stars, having remembered his human life too late to do anything about it. Noir would die for a third time after a disappointed Zero resurrects, tortures, and brainwashes him in order to force his participation in the second, penultimate invasion of Popstar.

Tragically, even after banishing Dark Matter from Popstar and destroying Zero, Noir's soul remains trapped in darkness.

...He would've liked to see his little sister and brother again...

In another 'verse, he and Adeleine swap fates and... :cough:

Favorite Dream Landers: Adeleine, Gooey, King Dedede, Kirby

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[Notes on Potential (???) Interactions:]

If your OC has ANY ability to sense Dark Matter, is or ever was Dark Matter, or has a grudge against Dark Matter, Noir should set them off like a particularly obnoxious car alarm. He radiates Dark Matter energy, even when he's not doing anything.

If your OC is small, cute, and harmless (ie: reminds him of Adeleine or Gooey in any way) you may earn some begrudging care from the boy. He's got a terminal case of big-brother syndrome, after all.

If your OC has been through the horrors (and specifically NOT come out a better, healthier person for it) he will probably sympathize.

Address him as "Swordsman" and watch him twitch! It's fun!

[Etc:]

For this event, Noir is visually in his "last days as a living human" form, ie: purple-black patches of corrupted flesh and veins and monster hands beneath his gloves.

He's below average height and weight for his age, but being an Earth-human like Adeleine (and taller than her) generally winds up taller than most average Dream Land-type residents

As far as physical appearance goes, Noir is still 16 (the age he died at) but he spent a sizable period of time as Dark Matter and his true mental/emotional age is difficult to calculate.

Outside of the powers he picked up from the sword (teleportation, darkness control, memory-based matter re-creation, etc) Noir, owing to his heritage, has some mild powers all of his own (pre-cognition, cross-dimensional sight, etc) though he is untrained in the use of them and remains unaware they are "powers" at all.

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PS: You can read more about Noir [HERE]

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Well, I have done it. I have thrown my son to the Shark-Dees! XD Shall we see how The Boy Who Always Dies does at the @kirbyoctournament ?

[jubmato]

(guy who is about to post for the 4th time this week voice) omg heyyy.. aha...

so i did end up making a dsmp server. it has in fact been chill thus far. we are now doing weekly prompts on there! each week has 3 single-word prompts to choose from, & this is the first week!! i qanted to do at least one of the prompts... so here. style/color/composition experimental ctubbo!! the prompt i chose is "fractal" :3

[brilledcheese]

And yes. I HAD to draw the meme for my fellow DIAZ/MIAZ fans

[moeblob]

I have fallen down the anime sports hole and landed on Eyeshield 21 and I'm so sorry I'm adopting all these kids.

(I was actually going to like. Hold off posting my silly sports anime doodles until after commissions but no I wanna share them now. It's hard out here being me who thrives off interactions and this show is like "hey what if we gave you lots of interactions and also a secret identity for MORE interactions".)

[whosectype]

mayo boy and material gorl

[gravitywonagain]

idk what this is, exactly. i think it's a setup for a retelling of canon from the pov of suibian... it's also the first non-academic thing i've written in weeks. enjoy <3

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Mo Xuanyu closed his eyes as he worked to steady his breath. 

It wasn’t that he was nervous, of course not. That would be ridiculous. It was just Empathy, after all. 

Just… Just a ritual that if cast incorrectly or controlled improperly could rip the mind of the caster into the memory hellscape of the spirit subject and would, regardless, leave the caster’s body entirely vulnerable for the full duration which could be minutes or hours or, in the case of failure, until he died with his mind still entangled with his subject’s last, tragic moments. 

Oh, and also he was doing it without permission. 

But no, he wasn’t nervous. He was terrified. 

Of course, terror had never stopped him before, and he wasn’t about to let that change. Just because Yang-gege had failed didn’t mean it was impossible. Yang-gege was good, better than Mo Xuanyu was, but he was also impatient and tended to give up on things way too early. 

Mo Xuanyu checked the locking talisman on the door for a fourth and final time before he took his seat in the center of the array. 

He could do this. 

It would be fine. 

And if not? Well, he wouldn’t have too long to worry about it. 

Across the circle from him lay his subject. Its sheath was a dark, figured wood with very few embellishments. Steel reinforcements at the tip, along the spine, and below the hilt were worked to mimic the grain of the wood. The handle was worn smooth in the shape of its master’s grip. Its name was carved in simple lines: Suibian. 

Yang-gege had laughed when he’d learned the name of Wei Wuxian’s sword; Mo Xuanyu had not. 

He understood it, he thought. The layered feelings behind the name. The misdirection in it, and the honesty. It was an attitude as much as it was a smokescreen. Conviction as well as a mask. 

Or maybe he was just overthinking it. “It’s not that deep,” Yang-gege had said. 

Well, Mo Xuanyu was about to find out how deep. 

He took Suibian into his hands. He was gentle with it, though surely it was sturdy enough to withstand roughness. Reverent, though it had not been considered with care in many years. He wiped dust from the wood with his sleeve. 

Curiously he laid his palm against the hilt, gripped it tight. 

The sword had sealed itself, Jin Guangyao had said, even before its master had died. The sword was fiercely loyal, or that was the implication. But no one had seen Wei Wuxian draw it after that either. So maybe it was just stubborn. 

If this worked, Mo Xuanyu might find out which one and why. 

He released the hilt. Placed the sword back in position across the circle. 

The spell was easy enough to cast, much less easy to control. But Mo Xuanyu could do it. He really believed he could. 

So, with a long, deep breath, Mo Xuanyu closed his eyes, brought his hands up to hover above the scabbard, and let his mind slip down along the stream of his qi that flowed from palms to smooth wooden grips and back again.

[xbraveheartx]

🦋˖⁺⋆ Tendres Coeurs ;; Tender Hearts

We welcome you to a Lies of P, Carmeo / Promeo centered server! If this silly little soulslike game ruined your life with a single boss battle riddled with lore, then you'll be around likeminded people ♡ While there's sure to be general game chatter happening, it's the boys we're mostly crying over the most here.

Share in fics, art, edits, and headcanons with other fans, and let them spark new ideas for your own shippy content! Let's inspire each other to keep creating!

Join us here!!

[slipjacksonlover]

btw guys I made a discord server sliphater isn’t allowed in

[fuckingpajamas]

Boyscord [Out of Context] 2/?

boyscord out of context | 1 2 join the boyscord here

[orcelito]

Took a few months but the situation at work is finally truly blowing up

I may or may not join in a workplace abuse claim against my old boss using old blog posts and discord messages of me venting as proof ☺️

It'd be me burning the bridge of having him as a reference later down the line, but honestly I think I can get by without him.

[24601jeanvaljean]

My hashtags

Alphabet boys - my friends

Jabean - my friend nijs who we all call javert

my stepson who led a revolution - my friend enjolras

ferre jail (yes i stole this hashtag) - my friend ferre

a heterosexual stole my daughter :( - my friend marius

get off tumblr you should be at daycare - my friend gavroche

Cosette Baguette - if i ever have a cosette friend (on an unrelated note, join the discord below)

[redrocketpanda]

I know people voted for the buddy daddy's short fics (which are being planned), but I got consumed with this Kunichi idea on Friday and now I must torture myself over it until its finished bc I deserve Kunichi content

I came up with a banging (literally) outline but the actual fleshed out content is trickling out annoyingly slowly. I am making progress though and should be able to finish it in the next few days if my brain cooperates

[jubmato]

"make ctommy a hybrid" okay you got it boss. on it. BEARDED VULTURE TOMMY GO !!!!!!!!!!!!!

and the messages that inspired it (ft @plaguethewaters )

the more i think about it the more i fuck w bearded vulture ctommy.... like. Yeah. he Would eat bones, wouldnt he. fucker