#if anyone has ideas for memes

[tar-dar]

[spirk-trek]

balance of terror

[the-fandom-fuckup]

I found a new pair so I was legally obligated to draw memes, you're welcome

[burningfaith]

credit to @/shimamitsu, because I'm not sure if it was a well-known meme before his post

[magicandmundane]

Omega: Focus on the bigger mission, Crosshair.

Crosshair:

[renzzy]

AOT IF IT WAS COOL AND AWESOME PART 2!!!

[typewriting-robin]

Victor: Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.

William: I-I did, I broke it.

Victor: No. no you didn’t. Harrison?

Harrison: Don’t look at me. Look at Liam!

Liam: What? I didn’t break it!

Roger: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?

Harrison: Suspicious...

Liam: No, it’s not. Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!!

Ellis: If it matters... but it probably doesn’t. Jude was the last one to use it.

Jude: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!!

Ellis: Oh really. Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Jude:  I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles; everyone knows that, Ellis!

William: Ok... ok let’s stop fighting. I can pay for it.

Victor: No, who broke it?

Alfons: …. Elbert’s been awfully quiet.

Elbert: Really?!

Alfons: Yeah! Really!

Elbert: Oh my God.

(Everyone in Crown is bickering)

Victor: I broke it. It burned my hand, so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Victor: Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 9: Love

I think that he forgot his love identity too… 💓💦

[valnizs]

Meanwhile in an alternate reality...

[scribblesscribblings]

He may not have cute ears or a tail to emote with, but I can always tap into my inner weeb and give him the emotive ahoge

[tadc-incorrectquotes]

"Guys, guys, we’ve ALL committed war crimes. The important thing is what we’ve learned from this experience."

- Caine, probably

[hadesknockedupintheunderworld]

I'm so normal about them guys I promise I'm so normal so very normal most normal anyone has ever been incredibly normal very very very normal I promise

ㅤ

Bonus:

[domokunrainbowkinz]

Ok these are the last ones I swear (lie)

[wiverly]

Adam: You should be addicted to shutting the fuck up!

Lucifer: You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.

[doodlingwren]

If only the original Saint Seiya anime was a 2014-2018 anime series instead of being aired in the 80s-90s, I can only imagine the sheer amount of animation memes that could have been done. Some of the characters are just so perfect for those, like, if this was a more animation-oriented fandom this would totally be a thing.

[good-beanswrites]

I’m going to hell for this request but Mikoto as a SoundCloud rapper and he gets jumped by the prisoners for his SoundCloud song

LMAO your requests always get me -- out of all the possible milgram prompts I have to say, "soundclous rapper Mikoto" was not on my radar but it was so fun 😂 I hope you enjoy haha!

To say Mikoto was stressed would be an understatement. His interrogation was coming up in a few weeks. He still had no idea what he was doing here in the first place, or what he was supposed to do once in front of the warden. The two prisoners he asked about it had broken into tears and charged at him swinging, respectively. If that was how the little girls reacted, he was confident he’d get nothing short of a punch to the face if he asked any of the stronger adults.

So, trapped between uncertainty and danger, Mikoto did what any normal person would do in his shoes. He blew very loud raspberries, made wailing siren sounds, and sang tongue twisters into the echoing panopticon.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Fuuta banged open the cell door.

“My scales.”

“No shit. Why?”

“I’m warming up.”

“How come?”

“So my voice is ready.”

The look on his face told Mikoto he was still in danger of getting punched. “What. Are. You. Warming. Up. For.”

“Oh! My interrogation is coming up, right? Since we’ll be singing to the warden, I really want to be prepared. I always do these leading up to a performance.”

“No, you idiot, we don’t –”

“A performance~?” Mahiru peered her head into the room. She, too, let herself in. “Are you a singer, Mikoto-kun?”

He lifted his chin. The earlier stress in his chest melted away, now replaced with a wave of pride. “Well actually, yes, I happen to have made a name for myself.”

“Really?” Her squeals of excitement attracted a few onlookers to the cell. (Well, maybe they were still curious from hearing his vocal warmups.) “To think, we have a real singer here with us!”

Haruka’s eyes were wide. “Are y-you like. Um! Are you f-famous? I’m sorry I-I didn’t recognize you...”

Mikoto laughed, waving his hand to dismiss the thought. “No, no, it’s not like that.” He placed the palm on his chest, trying to appear modest. It was about time he got to finally talk about his identity. “Although, I’d like to say I’ve gathered a solid listening audience.”

“Yeah?”

“I mean, I was kind of surprised no one here recognized my voice. But then again, I create for a pretty niche and artistic corner of the art form… I guess you’re all pretty mainstream…”

Fuuta scowled even as the other prisoners gathered around the entryway to hear about their superstar cellmate. “I’ve never once heard of you, and trust me, I’m into some pretty niche circles. I think you’re just fucking with us.”

“Eh? Of course not! Tell you what, I’ll request an ipod this week, and prove it to you. I always go by a stage name, anyway.”

“What is it, then?”

Mikoto’s lips curled into a smile. “My fans call me Yamada Taro.”

“That is the lamest name I have ever –”

“So cool~!”

—

The panopticon was abuzz with excitement after that. The prisoners double checked, triple checked, and then checked again that Mikoto had actually asked for the device when request day came. As much as they asked him to sing for them, he refused any “spoilers” beforehand. Even after they explained that no singing would be involved at the interrogation, some of the prisoners joined him for random sessions of warmups.

When requests finally arrived, the group huddled around him with anticipation. Es, too, lingered in the corner of the common room, pretending not to be interested. The prisoners leaned over Mikoto’s shoulder, shushing each other as he started looking through it.

“Just search up a song!”

“I’m trying… my stuff isn’t really on the major streaming apps…”

“Oh?” A few faces fell.

“Oi, don’t judge soundcloud! Lot’s of famous rappers get their start there.”

“Excuse me?” Fuuta pinched the bridge of his nose. “This whole week, you didn’t think to mention you’re a fucking soundcloud rapper?”

Mikoto chuckled. “Cool, huh? I thought it’d make a good surprise. I didn’t want you guys fawning over me all week long…”

And, somehow, despite it all, Mikoto still ended up with a punch to the face.