#everyone else uhh

[tariah23]

No fucking taste

[musubiki]

balor 🥰

[gothic-mothic]

( @voidofstarryink )

Ok so basically:

[glitterspaghettiketchup]

What's up with the ppl saying the contestants "aren't real". Yes they are?? Just because Mephone made them doesn't mean they're not real anymore.

Is Bot not real because they were made by Fan and Test Tube? Are Mepad and Mephone 4 and all the other Phones not real because Cobs made them? I don't think so! Why would that mean the contestants weren't real either?

Mephone doesn't control their personalities or actions, just the setting/their creation. Hell if we're going based on the interview flashbacks, Suitcase's voice has gone back to being deeper and Knife isn't as destructive anymore; they're capable of change, real change. Like they're not fixtures in time and space they're real people doing real things.

ALSO idk where else to put this but considering some of the things Cobs says to the finalists before dropping the twist i think he's 100% leaving shit out of it. This is just Act 1, it's not the end and i doubt they're gonna do a 180 and have Mephone be the main bad guy after this because that would lame af

[dynjay]

Need a light?

[shima-draws]

Me: BRO. Can you imagine if Luffy activated Gear 5 2 years earlier at Marineford

AO3: Hey boo I gotchu

Me: AY-YO????

[lovesickeros]

can.. can I ask for an affectionate reader with characters who aren’t normally like… used to the love? like, not just through words but physical affection like hand-holding, kisses, hugs, all that shebang. probably with a few people like yelan, ei, basically any character that is either cut-off from society or seems socially distant or isolated. 😞

☆ affectionate reader with yelan, ei, & furina

[ 4.2 Archon Quest spoilers ]

× yelan

Varies between how you display your affection, to be honest. Just like being affectionate with people? She's cool with it as long as you don't pop by while she's working (mostly because she'll end up dragging you into it for a bit of fun). I don't think she's all that touchy feely herself, but she'll absolutely get you gifts instead– like pretty knick nacks? She'll make sure to snag any she thinks you might like. Like a good meal? Sure, she'll take you out to one of the restaurants in the city, doesn't matter how expensive. Her treat. If you do prefer physical gifts rather then being taken out, you'll eventually get used to the random unmarked letters and packages showing up where your staying pretty often. It's obvious to know who it came from even if she never signs anything.

Flirty reader, though? Whole nother can of worms and now it's a challenge. The more confident you are the more interested she is. The other acolytes would absolutely seethe at the idea but she has no hesitation at just straight up flirting back– she's as charismatic as they come and she's got a poker face that's basically impenetrable. She'll probably also make a bet to see who cracks first (she always wins, unsurprisingly). Probably won't get dragged into any of her schemes this way but if you ask politely maybe she'll consider it, anyway.

The smell of freshly brewed tea and the clatter of dice across wood was a common sight at the Yanshang Teahouse– less common was the woman secluded in the far corner, her lips pulled into a grin that flashed fangs and a look that would scare off the most confident of men.

She'd normally try to scope out any new blood that'd made the mistake of stepping into her teahouse and was equally stupid enough to accept a gamble against her just for the thrill of it, but she was far too absorbed in the warm body at her side, one of her die clasped tightly in their hand as she guided them through the motions– they had a knack for it, she had to admit. The thought made her preen, the clatter of the die as it rolled across the table giving her that subtle, familiar rush.

Even if she knew exactly where it'd land.

"Six. Hm, maybe you're just lucky," She muses, plucking the die from the table and holding it up to her eye like a prized jewel, "Or maybe you're not as innocent as you'd have us believe." There's a sharp glint in her eyes at the prospect, but everyone else has the sense to keep their heads down and their words to themselves as she tosses the die herself.

"So why don't we find out and make a bet, just between you and me?"

× ei

Varies between Ei and the Shogun, because you'll probably be seeing either as much as the other. Sometimes you gotta really squint to tell who it is sometimes, but you get used to it. Both are fairly similar, though, in that their first instinct (especially in public) is to tense up like you're about to attack them or something. Difference is Ei eventually relaxes after a solid minute of trying to process your sudden affection and, if no one else is around, she might even reciprocate. Just don't tease her for being a little stiff and awkward about it, she's trying. That's what happens when your only company is a robot and uh. Nothing. For like 500 years. She's trying. Raiden, on the other hand, is just about as awkward as you can imagine. She's polite (blunt) about it because Ei is fond of you and also you are. The Creator. But she's not really built to deal with personal relationships and so she doesn't know how to deal with affection.

..Depending on what you do you may or may not blue screen Ei hard enough that she retreats back to PoE

Ei usually isn't fond of sitting still, unless it's to meditate. At least then she goes in with a purpose, something to achieve– but now, she's just focused on trying not to make a fool of herself. Her muscles are starting to ache from how hard she's tensing, though, in an effort to sit as straight and still as possible as their hands glide through her hair, weaving it into a single braid.

She can just barely hear the subtle lilt of their voice as they hum– and though it is soothing, it is also..very distracting. She can't focus long enough to try and meditate, too lost in the gentle rise and fall of their voice and the care they take to braid her hair. If she'd had a heart, she'd sure it'd be beating so wildly against her ribcage they could hear it.

But then it stops– their hands fall back to their sides and their humming falters. She freezes, too, racking her brain for any slights she must have committed. Instead, she is met with a calm, tender touch on the back of her neck, making her inhale sharply.

"Am I making you uncomfortable, Ei? You're so tense.." She has to grit her teeth to stop herself from bowing so low her head presses against the ground, her hands folded in her lap, clenching instinctively. "..No, Divine One." She answers simply, trying to contain the adoration swelling in her chest.

Yet as much as she tries to relax, to ease their worries, she finds that she cannot.

"Hm." That small murmur, a simple sound that nearly made her jump, was the only warning she got before they scooted closer, wrapping their arms around her stomach and resting their chin on her shoulder with a grin she would liken to Miko's, if she dared to make such a comparison. "Really?"

She swears she must've been feverish at the affection, lightheaded and dazed until she thought she might simply perish at the brush of their hands against her own.

Much to her embarrassment, however, she doesn't realize she's instinctively pulled back into Plane of Euthymia until she sees the familiar dull purples engulf her vision once again.

Though only a small solace, it seemed a little..brighter, this time.

× furina

Varies between pre 4.2 and post 4.2 archon quests to be honest.

Pre 4.2 she comes off as very vain– of course the most Divine would see fit to spoil her with affection! She deserves it, and is obviously their favorite! Just don't look too hard because she's terrible at hiding how flustered she actually is. Absolutely goes home right after and screams into her pillow for at least thirty minutes minimum.

Post 4.2 she's a lot more openly bashful and flustered. She's really not used to affection and even the smallest show of it has her folding immediately. Now that she doesn't need to worry about being found out she's a lot more receptive to affection. Cup her cheeks and compliment her and her knees are buckling. Like. Especially weak for compliments and praise (she deserves it. please spoil her).

She swears she must be hallucinating– she had been having trouble sleeping recently. But..no. The visage of the Creator was as real as the sweat beading on her brow as she stared at them for a long, awkward moment. Should..she let them in? But then they'd see the pathetic state she was in, and the last thing she wanted to do was make a fool of herself in front of them-!

Her choice was quickly made for her, anyway, as she let out an undignified squeak of surprise when they suddenly tugged her forward into their chest, enclosing her in a hug.

Her first reaction was to freeze– her second was becoming absolutely flustered, her cheeks flushing a soft pink and her mouth closing and opening as she tried to find her words.

"I– ah..um." She stumbled over her words instead, floundering like a fish out of water. Yet she felt a distinct sense of emptiness wash over her when they finally pulled back, looking a touch sheepish. "Sorry, sorry– you just looked like you needed a hug."

The silence spoke for itself, her shoulders tensing slightly. But the way the concern and affection bled through their voice made her waver, her hands trembling as she let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a sigh.

"It's..It's fine! Fine, I'm fine." She repeated, trying desperately to ignored the way her voice cracked and how hot her face felt– though it was more an attempt to affirm herself that she was not thinking about how warm they felt, how much she..actually enjoyed the hug. She wasn't thinking about it all! Absolutely not!

..Maybe a little.

"Just warn me next time, please?"

[keets-writing-corner]

Legit obsessed with this moment

Everyone else is injured, tired, covered in blood, their clothes are ripped, and Lucifer's perfectly fine, uninjured, not stained, not tired ass "YOOOO that was a tough battle, I bet everyone is hungry. What do people eat? Pancakes? I can make pancakes WHO WANTS PANCAKES??"

And Charlie's suffering from second hand embarrassment like "Dad... read the room..."

Lucifer sweetie darling I love you A for effort but F for execution

[pigswithwings]

Wolves.

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[mistilteinn-magolor]

as i teased the other day,

introducing...

the Magolor and the Black Knight AU!!

the au where magolor gets summoned randomly appears instead of sonic in sonic and the black knight's world !! and gets betrayed by merlina i mean what

basic au synopsis below cut (also a logoless version of the drawing and the original cover image for satbk bc i redrew it for the drawing lol :3c):

magolor, in his epilogue rags, as this takes place instead of the epilogue, falls out of the sky just as merlina starts the summoning ritual to summon sonic, and magolor ends up saving merlina with the last bits of his full magic. he goes to fight king arthur as well, but his magic fizzled out to what had remained of it at the start of the epilogue. merlina takes him and flees, then explains everything (haha get it. get it lol. get it explains everythi).

the rest of the au pretty much just plays out like the actual game, with a few minor changes.

lancelot (shadow) is represented by meta knight

gawain (knuckles) is represented by dedede

percival (blaze) is represented by kirby

the blacksmith (tails) is represented by bandee

the lady of the lake, nimue (amy), is represented by lor. well, my hologram sona thing for her anyway, except organic (for the former thing, think nicole the holo-lynx from the sonic archie comics. i promise ill post what she looks like eventually alkjjkldsajkls)

nimue fixes magolor up new clothing, close to the same clothing he originally had, when he and caliburn visit her first

when magolor first sees the knights of the round table and the blacksmith, he starts apologizing profusely before realizing these aren't the same dream team he knew and hurt

when he sees nimue, he feels a faint sense of familiarity within her, but he can't tell why... then, later, if magolor eventually gets back to dreamland, when lor shows him her voice finally, he also thinks she sounds familiar, but just cant place his finger on how… then once lor unveils her hologram sona thing, magolor realizes. he realizes that nimue was the lor starcutter… and he promptly tells lor about nimue <333

magolor and caliburn retain the latter and sonic's relationship curve, from bickering and quips to friends/mentor and student

(image taken from imdb)

[nottoonedin]

*Alien Stages my Sona*

Thank you to @shakingparadigm for the character template and overlay! Literally a life-saver Para oml❤❤

Full Pfp below:

(This ver. shows the full eyebrows cause they looked kinda off not being fully visible lol-)

[bloodiegawz]

she's neat

[omo-my-gosh]

character a really needs to pee but is in an unfamiliar place and has no idea where the bathrooms are. embarrassed, they finally confide in character b even though it's humiliating to be this desperate in front of someone.

So character b says 'don't worry, come with me' and leads them away. character a can hardly walk but they trust + follow them, only to realise that they're not headed to a bathroom, character b just took them to a secluded area (even further away from a potential bathroom!) so character a can wet their pants in 'private'

(cue desperation, refusal to accept this is happening, and then of course peeing in their pants when they just can't hold it any more)

[raptureshots]

pretend i said something REALLY funny here okay <3

[mioakem]

hc where every dsmp character is a girl and they’re all lesbians and cdream is the only man so since he’s the only man in the server he’s not accommodated for BUT he also gets no game 🥶

[total-drama-brainrot]

So Psycho!Noah would definitely do something like play the Knife Game, right? It was popular enough around the time, and does fulfill his thrill seeking needs.

And hey, he can even use it to prove to others that he's willing to make things fair. He'll threaten his own safety AS WELL as everyone else's!

(He'd most likely just do it for unnerving others as per usual, but I think it's still interesting to think if he'd genuinely think this would work.)

Psycho!Noah would absolutely play the Knife Game!

Something dangerous and 'luck' based, that puts his own (and other's, potentially) wellbeing at risk, AND it involves sharp objects? It's practically designed to pique his interests! His constant quest for excitement/thrill-seeking would make him a very big fan of things like the Knife Game.

As for proving his fairness; Noah, in his infinite wisdom, would think it'd be a display of fairness and goodwill, but everyone around him just sees it as him being unhinged enough to gamble his own safety in his hunger for violence... which isn't exactly untrue, though it's a heavily exacerbated interpretation of just how stab-happy he is (which he intentionally cultivated, so...).

He could probably rope Duncan into playing with him, by poking at his pride as a "fellow knife haver" by claiming that, for someone who's constantly threatening to stab people, Noah's never seen him actually use a knife for anything but woodcarving. Saying that, he could potentially rope about half of the remaining cast into playing with him just by insulting their egos; Heather, Courtney and Alejandro would never take a challenge to their capabilities sitting down, so they'd join in just to prove how 'skilled' they are.

Now, I want you to imagine the following scenario with me: Noah's hoped the above competitors into playing the Knife Game with him. They all started out trepidly, but as the game continued their respective competitiveness won out over their rational thinking, an they're all pretty invested in the game.

Then Noah kicks it up a notch by speeding up his stabbing tempo.

Slice!

A finger comes straight off, followed immediately by a gushing fountain of blood. Everyone starts screaming, panicking like headless (and in one case fingerless) chickens, whilst Noah's laughing manically to himself as his hand continues to pour litres of blood onto the floor and table, dying everything around him a sticky crimson.

Thanks to her CIT training, Courtney's the most clear-headed in the situation and barks out for someone to retrieve Noah's discarded finger, intending to preserve it for an emergency reattachment. She rushes over to Noah's side, momentarily forgetting her misgivings about getting so close to him, and tries to stop the bleeding by putting pressure on his finger stub.

But. His hand. It's... rubber?

Noah pulls his real arm out of the fake, rubber prosthetic he'd worn over it, waggling his perfectly fine fingers (coated in that same viscous scarlet) to his competitors with a grin.

A beat of silence. Then, outrage.