#aglowfrolic

[ears-off]

@aglow-frolic​ :

 “The artist sees what others only catch a glimpse of.” 

 He mused freely as he heard shuffling behind him. A hand cupping his chin as his hues never left his freshly painted canvas. Captivated by his creation. Sander was known to speak out loud regardless of being in someone’s company. Soon turning to face his unexpected guest.

“Might I ask your opinion on this piece?”

 Openly he addressed, as if he was accepting criticism, but that was not truly the case. His ears yearned to be appreciated. The endless compliments were almost as addicting as his love for eve and plasmids. 

[conduitandconjurer]

Send 👦to meet my muse as a child!

((just had to lol))

A small child, no older than four, with a head full of unruly chestnut curls, toddles toward Pluto. His arms outstretch toward the mansion ceiling. His mouth hangs agape with a small dreamy smile. Just as he arrives near them, he shrieks with giggly abandon and smacks together his little palms.

It's time, you see, to play "catch the wispy white things that call for me."

"Gotcha! Gotcha GOTCHA!" the boy shrills, and laughs, pointing, at the ghost, whose vaporous form hangs just over Pluto's. The specter tries to continue looking disoriented and panicked, but when a tiny creature that effuses such a...strange vivacity....is so delighted by your company, it's hard to argue.

"C'mooooon, we go hide from Pogo," the child instructs, taking Pluto's hand; perhaps the wispy white thing will come, too.

[conduitandconjurer]

"I'm coooold-"

"Mkay."

The medium opens one arm without missing a beat, or ever looking up from rhythmically tapping options into his Animal Crossing game.

[conduitandconjurer]

*curls up next to Klaus like a big cat*

"Rough day?"

[conduitandconjurer]

"Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Klaus. I shaved my head."

*pulls hood down*

"WHAAAAAT! That is rad, lady! Fist bump!"

Klaus, ever happy to celebrate the harmlessly anarchic in others, descends on Pluto with glee.