#yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand

[the-trxangle-guy]

@yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand [Cont From X]

His eye was sparkling with amusement, as if the floating hand had made his day. It was akin to a predator cornering their prey, though Bill didn’t intend to kill the glove. Just teach him a lesson. His way, of course.

“PERFECT-! MIND IF I ASK THE FIRST QUESTION THEN? I HEAR YOU’RE THE MASTER AFTER ALL!” Of course he knew who this guy was, but might as well play dumb. It’ll help the surprise sting even more. “SO HOW DO YOU GO ABOUT PICKING YOUR PLAYERS ANYWAYS? ANY FUN ONES YOU’VE GOTTEN AS OF LATE?”

[spam-1997]

@yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand​ sent: ❝ Rumor has it that you make a distinct sound when someone touches your nose ❞

⇨  Staring forward blankly he slowly raises a hand and... pushes in his own nose. It makes a touchtone noise for the number 1. He presses the red dot on his right cheek. It makes a window’s error noise. He pulls his pinky finger. It makes a usb unplugging jingle.  He gives a thumbs up. “ * DOES RuMORS IS CORRECT:  THIS BODY IS [ hell ] ! ”

[number1salesman1997]

* ‘clicks’ on spamton’s head *

Upon being clicked, Spamton opens his mouth wide to let out an eardrum shatteringly loud air horn noise and exclaim, "[[click here to WIN!]]" before blasting the floating hand with confetti from his gaping mouth.

[smashingsire]

⛸

⛸ - How graceful is your muse on the ice?

//not so much.//

[2for1specil]

@yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand asked: 📜 Incorrect Quotes Generator! 

Spamton: So that’s my plan. Master Hand: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don’t want to sound mean. Spamton: No, go ahead, I want to hear it. Master Hand: It fucking sucks. Spamton: That’s not constructive criticism.

[salesmanofhappiness]

☕

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

Tortus drinks {Master Hand Tea}!

Your hit with a bold aroma and flavor. A strong willed taste that fills you with fire. There is passion, a fighting spirit to this tea that helps emboldens you. You feel you could do anything.

Though the aroma is intimidating at first, once you get past and taste it, the flavor lifts you up and gives you a strong sense of will power. Though, as the aftertaste hits, you're struck with a bitterness. Like the essence of a lemon was poured into your mouth. It's a knock to the senses, but yet. You want to have confidence in the tea. There is a willingness to get better. A willingness to improve. Though you don't understand the sudden shift in flavor, the sweet, bold, and spicy flavor as before makes you want to keep drinking. You remind the tea life is a learning process. You're sure that some day the bitter flavor will be nothing but a note. A hint that's only gives it character.

That is what you want to believe.

*[+30 HP +Buff: Lasting Inspiration. +Buff: Compassion. +Buff: 40 Faith.]

[aplushemporium]

(to Ana) 9/10 ❝You are a wonderful asset to our fighting tournament.❞

On a scale of 1-10, how would your muse rate mine? (accepting!)

"O-Oh um, th-thank you Master Hand! I-It's an honor, really!"

Ana was a bit startled by the high rating from the boss. A teensy part of her was a bit worried due to being transferred to a position few took advantage of. But...working from a dojo that was less stressful and chaotic was nice for the little ninja...even if her sister craved the battlefields.

At least they did help out as assist trophies for the older style battles...and occasionally unofficially in the ultimate styled ones too.

[panickypeachboy]

@recklessinventor​ asked:  📔

SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

A rather old entry...it seems to be made quite a long time ago...

Translated, it reads...

today, new job. is strange...i get house. i guest i work for big hand too. i don tink tis is pat time job. but i will do my bes, until winta. 

...masta-sama has “fe” in me. not new...but...someting diffy here. no jus hand...lots of pepo lib here. cowaka fluffy. more, happy? i fell tal. is strange.

[colossal-pokemon]

He just rises over the horizon with the sun behind the floating hand. Master Hand notices a large, but powerful being in the distance. His fingers point towards the strange beast, but he does not engage. Just watching. Staring.

 > the golems first thought upon seeing the hand was ‘is this another ultra beast?’ after all, it had never seen another pokemon that looked like....well, like a hand? as such, gigas immediately seems to get a little defensive, and it’s 3-fingered hands quickly curl into its form of a fist. it doesn’t stand up, though. it isn’t going to attack unless the other makes a move.

 > it says nothing. it simply stares back at the other, as silent as ever.

[tazmilyxfamily]

@yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand​ inquired:

* gives him the poké puff *

M!A: Lucas is a Pikachu - 3/6

~

[“Oh-”]

Nimble little paws reached up and enthusiastically took the offered treat, practically hopping up to reach it with little care for who it was from, helped by his current lack of psychic ability. Lucas took a bite - a surprisingly normal one for a Pokemon, only taking half of it - before turning his gaze up at the large entity. It was tasty, though he wasn’t sure if there was any Oran Berries on it.

[“Thank you!”]

It only actually came out as a muffled “Pika!", but surely Master Hand would understand.

[the-trxangle-guy]

☕ (//hee hee)

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

* TASTES LIKE IT NEEDS TO BOIL OVER A LITTLE!

* You recovered 40 HP.

[four-4-dream-land]

Kirby was startled when his foot was grabbed by familiar giant fingers. However, he soon realized that he wasn't being tossed around by them. He wobbled a bit once he was let go, quickly regaining his balance. Thankfully, he did not appear to suffer from any injuries.

"Poy..."

Uh oh, it looks like Kirby accidentally fell into the ask box, and now he's having trouble getting out! How did he even find this thing?

At first, he just watched.

Observed.

Then he realized that little Kirby was stuck and probably would appreciate the help. So, he hovered over with a bit of caution and pinched the other’s foot lightly as he picked the pink puff up and put him down on solid ground.

❝Oh, Kirby... You never fail to amuse me with your curiosity. Thankfully that box is completely safe. I didn’t accidentally inflict damage on you, have I?❞

[number1salesman1997]

❝Excuse me, sir...❞, the hand floated near them at a safe distance, ❝-do you know your way around these parts? I appear to have wandered towards the storage and dumpster area.❞

Is that...a floating mouse cursor? Spamton wonders what sort of user could possibly be operating this, but how exciting to see when he has so many advertisements just waiting to be clicked on and this user appears to be already poised in clicking form!

As he gives a cheerful "HELLO--" he quickly closes most of the distance between himself and the hand and launches into a well-rehearsed introduction to the area, flitting this way and that around the hovering hand like an oversized hummingbird, examining it from every angle with curiously flashing eyes. "--WELCOME [[enter your personal information]] TO CASTLE TOWN!! MY-MY NAME IS SPAMTON G. SPAMTON !!! AND!! OF COURSE I CAN BE YOUR [[online guide]] AND [[one-stop shop]] FOR ALL THINGS [[Castle Town]] MY NEW POINTER PAL!"

He seems a little nervous about the dumpster, hastily trying to lead them away from this location. "[[My]] THE DUMPSER IS [[private property]] DON'T WORRY ABOuT IT!!1! THIS IS THE BACK OF [[MyOnlineStore]] CAN I INTEREST YOU IN [[A N Y]] BEFORE GETTING YOU [[you are on the fastest available route]] ??"

[scamton-a]

Which vaguely melancholy concept are you?

l'appel du vide

things have been stagnant for too long. procrastination, art block, no sleep. it's suffocating, so much so that you're starting to crave destruction and chaos if it means getting away from here (metaphorically or literally). all or nothing mindset, equally self-destructive and self-preserving. a contrary mood. you may feel like you're stuck in some unsolvable labyrinth, but realize that the direction lies within you –the exit cannot be found through the paths of others

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tagging: @the-trxangle-guy @roskaarotta @yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand knock urself out

[2for1specil]

@yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand​ asked:

He taps side of the dumpster at the same speed as someone who gently knocks on doors to deliver packages. The hand patiently waits for an answer. He knows he’s in there.

For a bit there’s silence, as if there’s nobody in the bin. Then, slowly... slowly, the puppet peeks out of the trash. 

“H-HEY THERE !! WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU ON THIS [Fine Thursday Night] ???” 

[ubersaws]

@yourfriendlyneighborhoodhand | x

> unlike master hand, medic has a face, and currently he looks both disturbed and slightly nervous.

> however, that does not stop him from attempting to push the gods finger away from his face.

" i have a name, glove. "

> ...or he had a title, at least.