#BIGSHOT !!!

[spamton-deactivated19970420]

[blueblurarts]

spamton for president 2024

[dismox]

[thatonepersonisme]

IM CRYING

[blankticket]

It's like someone's changed the channel.

It's a re-run: there's an angel on the puppet's TV screen. His pitch-black coat matches the dark mass that's erupted from a shoulderblade.

He's dragging the wing against the ground as he walks forward toward Point Zero, the heart-abyss of the city, clutching a glowing cube in an arm. He's a leftover shadow against the white environs of Archimedes.

He screams out, but whatever he's saying is rendered indistinct. The camera view from a distance is a given, since the unnatural cube drains the life of anything too close to it; the unsteady shot closes in on the gnarled branches of the "wing", the spots of electric blue that dot it here and there, like flowers. Then the Typhoon stops.

He's off-script.

Vash doesn't have a boom mic hanging nearby him, but the loyal viewer tuned in can hear him anyway.

"…You."

@bigshot

Turning around with an awareness of who's dreamt him up, Vash's expression is not one of agony, but shock. The shape in his hands crumbles into nothing as it's dropped aside. His blackened lost-tech hand now free, he reaches toward the viewer—and pulls himself through the screen.

It's hardly elegant; it's a tumble that sets the spiky-haired Stampede on his hands and knees before Spamton, his aching body making it through with a struggle. The TV set rattles and groans as it drags forward—the bulk of Vash's wing is caught in its new aperture—it's impossible for the man not to let out a short cry of pain.

"Spamton, please—help…!" Vash manages between pants, hands resting against the tangled mass.

[amoirsetpacis]

BE [[HonestMan]] !! H0W MUCH FOR ONE [Premium Down]???

[ x. ]

"THEY'RE NOT FOR SALE."

[questi0nnaire]

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[studio-cultist]

[thewitchofart]

Happy Birthday [Big shot]!

[spamton-deactivated19970420]

[cryptidkingcreations]

BIG

BIG

[[BIGGER AND BETTER THAN EVER]]

[kleinstar]

“COME ON, LET’S GET YOU HOME!!”

drunk prompts ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🐚 ꒱ (ACCEPTING)

" Ehh, but I don't wanna go yet thoughhh!!! "

Eiden's taken by the cool surface of the counter practically rubbing his cheek againt it, definitely in no mood to stand up. He probably could walk. From there he glances through his glass at Spamton that wildly widens his features.

" Ah... "

" Reminds me though --- you need to sell me something!! "

Remembering Brad's words from the last time Eiden blurts it out just like that without further elaboration.

" Something cool only though.... Not any of that lame stuff like ...like... math books. I don't know. I guess mathbooks could be cool too in like ...theory. "

He pauses then burst to laughter.

" In theory, you get me? Hahaha... That's a pun right? "

[zhu-yilong-laying-on-things]

[thatonepersonisme]

New account where I’ll now be posting all and ONLY spamton stuff 👍👍👍

That means this account will kinda die so just follow the other one for spamton.

[obeytherouxls]

@bigshot liked for a starter

[“And stay away!”] One of two gangsters say as they open the lid of a dumpster and toss Rouxls into it like he is nothing but a long but rather unweightly bag of garbage.

“I assurest thou, thou’re makingeth the BIGGESTE mistake of thine livethesths! Whenst I finally reachest thoust’s Boss and he promotes me as his Righte Hande Gentlemane thou'll see!”

[“Eh we don't even know what you’re sayn’ buddy.”]

Then WHAM. They slam the lid shut on him, leaving him to bask alone in both stench and shame. Really, truly, they were making a mistake, not allowing him to be their Boss' Greateste Informant. “Well. Shit.” They haven’t seen the last of him, that much is certain. Cursing a few more times, he promptly shoves open the lid and swings a leg over the side of the dumpster. He’s on his way to climb out, foot just about to touch the alley floor, when he freezes.

It would seem he’s not alone in this alleyway. Mortified, he does his dandiest to wash the look of surprise off his face and appear anything but.

“Yes yes yes. Go oneth! Gaze upon minst viseage whilst it lastseths. I shan’t be here long. Suchst loathsome environmenteths art beneathe me, after all.” Rouxls says haughtily and flipping the ends of his hair for emphasis. A banana peel incidentally flies out of it. The corner of his mouth twitches as he tries to maintain composure.

“Thou are a lucky Filth Fly, for certain---Wait. I sayeth, what for art thou selling there?”

[punisheye]

TFLN

meme. @bigshot

[ text ] Boobs are also good for catching the vodka gummy bears that miss my mouth

A minute later...

[ text ] .........Wrong number