“ah, i knew you would be in. let’s play.”

squid game ‼️

i wonder how it would be if we faced each other in ddakji. i mean, me against me. it should be fun.

♡ to play a game of ddakji.

IF I COULD HAVE STAYED TO BE, EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT OF ME. . . (Literate Steven Universe, Steven Universe.) (Post Movie Portrayal.) (MVRP / Multiships with chemistry and age group.) (N/SFW for dark themes, non-l*wd only.) (Scribbled by Shiloh/G.) #MVRP // #SURP // #STEVENUNIVERSERP

♡ to play a game of ddakji.

🍞 or 🎰?

🙂

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

“hmm.. do you deserve freeze - dried skittles though?”

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍' ? #mvrp × #rpsky × #anirp × #animerp × #supernaturalrp × #jjkrp × #jujutsukaisenrp

slow clap.

no way.

terrible liar.

“shoot me if im wrong.”

[ archie ! ] I GOT CAUGHT UP IN WEBFISHING LET ME LOCK IN AND MAKE THIS ACCOUNT

[ archie ! ] this the shit i’m talkin about

she walk past, i press rewind

case in point-- I do not consider you truly alive. ergo, I will not be guilty of murder if I kill you.

hydrogen bomb vs coughing baby

“damn. i kinda don’t care.”

“you mistake me for my counterpart. he smooches the frontman every chance he gets. there’s other things than kisses that i must tend to.”

gross.

[ archie ! ] do i make a squid game oc oh god..

he’s sat himself next to the [* reader ]. he sets his briefcase to his side, resting his arm on it as leans towards the [* reader ]. “excuse me. do you have a minute?”

sigma walks.

[ archie ! ] ngl im high off my ass and i just wandered around my workplace like a complete npc for 4 mins

[ archie ! ] THEY JUMPIN ME

i’m sure of it. after all they’re called “junk” - ies for a reason.

junkies..

[ archie ! ] i’ve seen a fuckin— thanos gangnam style edit and it’s probably the best thing i’ve ever seen lowkey

that that he even deserves a funeral.

ah, it’s a good thing i’ve brought my measuring tape then. [* he smiles, opening his briefcase and retrieving said tape. ] do you mind opening your arms? i need to get proper measurements to fit a funeral tuxedo for your corpse.

a business trip sounds lovely. tell, what should i pack?

lord in heaven, forgive if i smack a bitch.

“i’m sorry, i’m confused. is that not what they are?”

🎙️ OOC 🎙️

“it definitely does. i think we’re very-well made to wear a suit.”

the amount of trash walking around today is truly incredible.

he is happier that more… “proper” beings are being awarded by the luck of the tickets than those beneath him.

he is unaware that this if for the love of the game. i will die for this.

“you’ve already agreed to the game.” he says, that smile unwavering as well as his tone. “it’s easy if you can just beat me at rock paper scissors. think of it, if the bullet pierces my brain, you could have all the money inside of this briefcase.”

“well, you see, that’s the thing. rock paper scissors isn’t all to exciting. so-“ he reaches inside the briefcase, lifting out a black steel revolver and a single bullet. “i’m sure combining it with russian roulette would be fun.”

that reaction isn’t usual. he leans forward, head tilting downward to see that his target had won a cash prize. “ah, it must be your lucky day. don’t forget to collect your prize.”