#waaghhhhh

[stormofdefiance]

Silent mode - activated

[tiddie-taylor]

I love drawing baby nostalgia sm, shes just soooo wittle!!😭

[girlcockholmes]

frank loesser musicals save meeeeeeeee

[di3nt3s]

I'm so scared to open this email from my teacher I feel like I fucked up incredibly and unfixably and I'm gonna die and I'm not gonna be able to see the bugs and I'm gonna diieee

[buwheal]

hey spamton! anything interesting happen recently?

[donnieluvsthings]

some faves out of the many many screenshots i took bc every expression in this game is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen

[thedeitywhoplayedwithbricks]

Thinking about demise and batreaux again ouughhhhhhh

[reachhforthestars]

fave random things about frontiers…the sound of the waves crashing against the edges of the islands. how you can see the other islands in the distance sometimes. sonic’s laughs and WOOHOOS when he slides down something. general background noises.

[rayroseu-reblogs]

LMFAOOAA YES WITH THE THREE HOURS EARLY TO THE DATE 🤣🤣🤣‼️‼️💖💝💖💝

I JUST REALIZED YOU CAN POST VIDEOS HERE, anyways have this malleyuu animatic i made for valentines

[justanothersquidblog]

Callie… it’s.. C4L13.. day.. apparently.. yes… waaghhhhh!!

[catgirlpurgatory]

waaghhhhh i kinda want a pizza but i know ill feel rly bad afterwards

[locke-n-k3y]

akdjkfhdkfjfo i am so sorry for falling into your inbox twice today (i probably will again ahdhhdhd) so so janette and huan lin- Before his death, Huan was a mix between Wallace Wells/Grant Wilson (Does that make any sense. i have no clue anywaysss) and he has a knitted sweater that he knitted, and janette still has it (girlie is dealing with her friend’s death well/j) he wore it when he died fun fact!!!

So now he doesn’t speak, he just appears behind her and people she’s talking to like :D. The best way i can describe what his ghost looks like is him (i will draw a ref one day) with shattered glasses and the bullet wound in his head from when janette killed him, and the blood’s running down his face while he’s haunting janette. The blood isn’t real? But later in the story when shit starts to go bad/worse, janette starts hallucinating/imagining? the blood on her hands and she’s constantly washing them. And two incidents in the story where he appears is one time when Oliver is talking about a book he got and huan’s crouching behind oliver waving to janette and drawing his hand across oliver’s neck and pointing at her. Kind of like ‘you killed/will kill him’ which doesn’t come true! Just to freak her out. The other time is when she’s talking to Adele in the bar where they meet and she looks down at her glass and huan’s reflection’s in the wine and he then appears on the bench at the bear, lying down and just staring at their conversation and janette’s sitting there, having to pretend she can’t see him lmao

(the way i wordbuild is rambling about lore and coming up with stuff as I type so apologies for the rambleeee)

I ALSO WORLDBUILD THIS WAY SO NO APOLOGIES NEEDED AGAHSHHSGS

Hhhgghhhhhhh HUAN LIN MY SWEET BOY I CAN'T BELIEVE HE HAD TO DIE WTF!!! LITERALLY SO MESSED UP [<- Loves it] ALSO THE LADY MACBETH LIKE IMAGERY OF JANETTE WASHING HER HANDS UGH SHE DRIVES ME INSANE AND PRETENDING NOT TO SEE HIM??? WAAGHHHHH MY BRAIN UR MIND

[lil-bit-of-mining]

RANCHERS RANCHERS RANCHERRRRRSS!! WAAGH EAGH!!

RAARgh WaaghhHHH EEK EEGADS!!

It's old art time I miss the boys :(

[goobiegoo3000]

ME AN WHO THIS IS SO CUTE WAAGHHHHH

[losercade]

WE ARE ALSOON FISCORD BUT JUMPSCA

WAAGHHHHH-!! HOW DAER YOU JUMPSCARE ME....

[latolover]

"right hand captive" AUUGHHJAHAEI THATS SO CREATIVE N SMART I LOVE IT I WANNA USE IT dancing wif qworof luciferrrrrr DX i want him hes so adorable i love him sm hes such a tease and d dialogues are always a treat to read i love banters i love being witty waaghhhhh

If you have any more chrollo ideas you‘d like to share with us, please do so,,, the one with him cutting himself was magnificent!!!! Imagine if he actually did cut himself but like it‘s only a little scratch,,, reader would be so disappointed lol

another dealer's choice??????????? 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

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"You're too stiff, darling."

"And you're too close."

Unlike most of your hyperbolic complaints, this is objectively true. Chrollo's palm is on the small of your back, while the other takes your right hand captive. Through some typical carrot and stick cajoling, you've ended up slow dancing with the devil, but instead of hell as your backdrop, it's a superfluously ornate suite.

Crackling flames sound more becoming than eggshell-colored cabinets, Carrara marble flooring, and sterile modern interior design which upholds the grayscale palette like scripture.

"I'm maintaining a respectable distance."

"There is not a respectable bone in your body," you grumble. "What possessed you to subject me to this, anyway? Do you just have a dartboard with cruel and unusual punishments, or is it a wheel of misfortune?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a way with words?" he asks, amusement evident.

"Yes. I prefer when it's coming from anyone who isn't you, though."

His hand on your back creeps down dangerously low; svelte fingers as unwelcome as a spider crawling on your skin. The accompanying track he picked for this excursion — either Frank Sinatra or Dean Martin — skips a beat, the needle meeting resistance in the record's worn grooves.

"Anyone is capable of paying you lip service. However, when it comes to truly appreciating you," his lips hover by your ear, as if he's whispering sweet nothings, "I'd dare say I'm unmatched."

"There's treatment for delusions of grandeur, if you ever want to look into tha— eep!"

The bastard dips you without any forewarning. You're a victim to gravity's will, dangling awkwardly and clinging to him for some stability. His eyes shine with rapacious intent. Thieves are many things, but they are not the type to share.

His smile, handsome as it may be, is far from kind. "It's truly a wonder how easy it is to bend your body however I wish."

You just purse your lips and glare at him.

He takes his time helping you back up, relishing in your close proximity. When you're finally standing on your own two feet, he begins lifting your arms, giving you no chance to regain your balance.

"Let's see... how about a spin next?"