#spamton cherub

[woofolotl]

spamton x swindle polycule

my hand slipped down a flight of stairs and into a bottomless pit

#spamton #spamtom g spamton #deltarune #transformers #swindle #tfa #maintagging this I’m not a coward #maja-cherub

[the-autopsy-collective]

Art of a bastard (Spamton B.) and his tiny baby boys

#art tag #system shenanigans #system art #alter art #did system art #little art #ft. Spamton B. #ft. Cherub #ft. Blair #ft. Juniper #ft. Dory

[onedumbazz]

i will always see it as funny when spamton is rude to his cherub for the simple fact they get more kisses and affection than spam in the beginning because spam is to nervous or bathing in the river of de nile (:D i love puns) about their feelings

#spamton #they’re my ferral cat~💖

[jet-prince]

Cherub Spamton brain rot, I ALSO LEARNED I CANT DRAW BOWS

#spamton g spamton #deltarune

[thebigshotman]

The day after Christmas. A rough day for any Addison or salesperson, given that the day was almost exclusively taken up by people returning their gifts and forcing them to shell out money instead of making it. If you didn’t sell anyone anything for Christmas, though, you had nothing to worry about and had a relaxing, normal business day.

That was what Spamton was going through for most of the day today, trying to restock his shelves now that most of them weren’t clipping through the floor. He might be able to reopen soon! And with that he’d have to leave Eileen. A lump in his throat formed at that thought. He didn’t want to do that. What could he do to prolong doing that?

His thoughts were derailed by the lump in his throat bubbling into a gentle hiss of static that transitioned into the screeching of dial up.

Startled, he stumbled to the floor and onto his side, smashing the S. POTION he was carrying onto the floor. He could feel his skin hardening; it hurt like hell. They didn’t say this was going to happen going back, too!

If they had he might not have chosen to be affected by their magic at all!!

*HeaVEN, this hurts…Eileen!! Saff!! An YONE!!!!

His voice was on the frizz underneath the dial up, once again transitioning between throat and voice box. His teeth were growing, that stupid dumb award-losing smile stretching back onto his face whether he liked it or not. How wide he was smiling hurt. His teeth growing hurt. His hair falling out again, the black and white clumps piling up in front of him, were humiliating. His clothing itched.

Someone help him. He screamed beyond the static, only for it to cut off halfway with a startup noise.

He couldn’t feel his thumping, pounding heart anymore. Glitches split his vision now as his glasses became solid frame once again. He squinted his eyes shut, that last bit of moisture trickling off of them as they became simple decoration once again. His plastic hands flew to his head. It was throbbing as the noise and static and voices returned, mocking him.

*[[A]] [[A]] [[A]] [[A]] [[A]]

It was about all the noise he was capable of making at this point as the pain and humiliation built to a fever pitch. Why couldn’t he frown and scream and beg like a normal person could, maybe someone would be able to help him and make this all just go away-

Not like they’d be able to. They’re not real. Like you.

Your angel’s not real, either. Why are you so attached to her?

His eyes flew open.

*…SHUT UP.

He muttered to everyone and no one, for the shop was empty as always. Like a bad nightmare, the pain had passed, as horrific as it had been, and he was back to himself. He was dissociating somewhat as he touched the ground but couldn’t feel the shattered glass, grumbled but in a voice that wasn’t his own. That would pass, too. At the end of the day, no matter how powerful the magic, this was the state he returned to.

…But. He would always make the most of the magic when it was given to him. No matter what the consequences or catches.

*SHE 1S REAL. SHE HAS TO B3. I’D GO [[*cuckoo clock noises*]] IF SHE W4SN’T. SHUT UP.

He slicked back his black hair in annoyance, once again fake and once again layered with an inhumane amount of gel and grease. He hadn’t felt it returning. Probably because it wasn’t real hair that grew, not anymore.

He checked all of his systems now that he was back to normal. His mini-Spams were okay, he could access his Inventory, and his cherub wasn’t in pain anymore! If nothing else, those were pluses. The only other thing was his voice…but what else was new?

That was when he got up without another word, except for a bright, eerily positive-after all that just happened, anyway-confirmation noise leaving his mouth, and went into the back of the shop to check on his mini-selves. Some customers had wanted one, right?

Back to business.

#(I feel…incredibly proud of this?? it pleased me to write him screaming in agony??) #(don’t know what that says about me mentally 🤷‍♀️ ANYWAY I AM PROUD OF MY WRITING THIS TIME AROUND) #(with that the M!A is officially closed! thank you to all for participating!! what perfect timing it ended up being) #(feel free to pester him and help him start feeling normal again if you’d like. I know he wouldn’t mind lol) #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #NOTHING MORE THAN A SIMPLE PUPPET-main verse #m!a: an (out of date) addison again #TUNING IN-status #tw body horror #tw transformation horror #(just in case!)

[hxzelwallflower]

Spaul is here with Christmas gifts for Eileen! He’s decided to deliver them personally this year, instead of leaving them around for his beloved angel to find. There’s three packages, and all of them have been wrapped with shaky hands and colorful bows.

The first is a new pair of Dealmakers, because he couldn’t leave her without a pair for very long, even after everything. The second is of a small, brown-haired angel ornament, and although it’s simply a generic ornament that can be bought at any store the idea that it’s supposed to be her is presumed but unspoken.

It’s the third that’s the most special, a customized snow globe (don’t ask how he got it when he’s still not talking to Clem). It features Eileen, wings spread and smiling, and Spaul’s little F1 cherub hovering next to her as they play in the snow together. When wound up, the music box plays La Vie En Rose. After allowing her to process and inspect all of the things he’s gotten her, that’s when the salesman finally speaks.

*[[Merry-]]…[[Merry-]]…M3RRY CHRISTM4S, [Hazelnut]!!!! I [[love~]] U!!!!

It took him a second, but he wanted to tell her with his own, proper voice. Following this, he immediately moves in to give her a big “kiss”, whether there’s mistletoe around or not.

@thebigshotman

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A twinge of uncertainty with his first gift , the lens creating a soft ombre as she lays them back in their protective case . The fact he even had time to obtain these gifts is nothing short of a miracle , specially with how crowded it is along main square .

However it's details from his third gift , that extinguish her intrusive thoughts . Curiosity led to the key being turned─ gaze softening as movement from both hands in a means to further study it disturbed some of the snow inside .

It's been a while since Spaul gifted her something . Among protests of feeling inclined to when his shop was first partnering with the Addisons , she whole-heartedly expected one of their products to be among the pile . He gave her something better . Something personal . The audible smooch against her cheek is barely register , immersed in the gentle melody even as it slows . Thank God she'd been sitting when these were originally presented .

With the ornament still in her lap , the globe playing it's final notes her eyes become glossy . Touched by his sentiment .

❝ Spamton . . . ❞

A smile finally cracks─ embracing her partner while also being mindful of the globe still clutched in one of her hands .

❝ It's beautiful ! Thank you . ❞

#- ; Don't worry she'll be sure to thank him more “personally” later #- ; Me listening to various versions of this song while replying #- ; But also Spaul spoiling her to make up for last year's chaos ksajdnsad- #- ; IC #- ; Mail time! #thebigshotman #- ; Video killed the radio star ( Spaul ) #｡･:*:･ﾟ❀ I'm on my way ( multiverse )

[kingsis]

SoooOo I'm gonna take a break from research tm BUT something new I found out was that spamton can steal a max of 50 DOLLARS FROM YOU?? That's p crazy!! Highest I've ever gotten was like 36. The least is ofc 0 dollars, but there isn't a trick to it. I played the fight perfectly (no hits, no mistakes, no fighting and no cherub helper) and still got charged money. I thought it might be from fighting him, but no. I checked.

Unfortunately his normal form is kinda in an inconvenient spot, so it's hard to test multiple things all at once. It takes a couple minutes to get back to the fight every time. Anyway gonna play something else now :3

#melon talks #hoo boy. this was. a bit of work #not to mention i still have to calculate how much REAL damage he does #since kris has 2 def. not 0

[tailsdollsnewlife]

Father-son bonding with Spamton and one of his Cherubs 🥺❤

Headcanon time: when Spamton first discovered he could make mini versions of himself, he treated them like workers and wanted them to help him with his business. But after hanging out with them, he bonded with them and saw them as his kids. To which then he claimed that they would all be a big family business. I also headcanon that he tried helping the Cherubs learn how to fly

#spamton g spamton #spamlings #minitons #deltarune #deltarune fanart #spamton

[katkalis-the-fanartist]

Spoiling your closest friend with the riches of your success

#literally giving him a crown and necklace of MONEY #that is appreciation right there #also i love the cozy vibe this gives off im a sucker for cozy and comfy #deltarune #deltarune chapter 2 #spamton #spamton neo #spamton cherub #blue addison #deltarune chapter 2 fan art #my art #fan art

[superbellsubways]

Spamtober days 6 & 7 + my takes on the Addisons

sprite source

#i wanted to give em different body types bc why not lol #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #spamton #cherub spamton #digital art #doodle #spamtober #addisons

[coffee-bat]

yeah

#recorded a speedpaint i'll edit it tommorow #also. it's a transparent sticker-y thing #deltarune #spamton #valentine's day #cherub #my art #partial nudity

[xxstarl1ghtxx]

what the heck did i just make

#homestuck #spamton #spamton g spamton #cherub #sprite edit #feel free to repost this cursed thing

[finch-the-fungi]

A little Cherub Spamton met a Seraphim called Vern! A little sketch for a friend of mine.

#yes I'm aware cherubs have two sets of wings but shush #vernarchangel #spamton #cherub spamton #fanart #scribbles #sketches #how to tag? lol #it's been so long #doodle #oc by vernarchangel #spamton by Toby Fox

[lifeline-au]

Lightners have lots of tales of people trying to reach heaven by their own power, their own skill, their own accord, Spamton. TRYING. They all fail, and they all fall to where no one can even reach out to help them. Every single one of them, every single time; no matter how great or strong or clever they were. Perseus' one friend and companion threw him away. Icarus' wings melt clean off. Enkidu and Gilgamesh die. Alexander never crosses the ocean. Seeking heaven is a fool's errand.

"A fool's errand!" Spamton scoffs incredulously, flicking away the miniature cherub still floating around in the air with one hand. "Maybe for them, but not for me, Lightner!! Hell, I've seen it- with my own two eyes!!"

"I'm different, see," the addison reasons haughtily, clearing his throat and tilting his chin up. "Nothing like- Purseeus- or, or- Endi- Enke-"

( There is a loud, resounding crash from somewhere in the distance. It sounds nearby.)

Spamton looks up from the phone.

"Enki... er- hey, what was that...?"

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#[ spamton - 254 ] #lifeline au #[please leave a message after the tone] queue

[thebigshotman]

with how many of those F1s you have I'm surprised your girlfriend hasn't stolen one

The chime of magic that signals his help cherub appearing isn’t so distorted in his old body, and the little assistant that pops out is a tiny copy of him: Same clothes, but half-black half-white hair and a renewed appearance. It glitches every few seconds though, and it winces in pain with each one. Like with keeping tab on his mini-Spamtons, his F1 angels are also affected by the caveat of his transformation.

*She can’t: I’ve just got the one! Why do you think it disappears whenever it’s finished helping someone? Poor thing…you’re being shaken up by this “out of date” thing too, aren’t you?

The cherub nods hesitantly, and Spam’s posture loosens a little as he nods at it and physically gives it the order to fade away for now, since he can’t mentally do so. It sparkles with a bright smile once again just before it fades.

*Although that does give me in idea. She does seem to really, really like it, doesn’t she? And you folks out there seem to enjoy buying and selling stuffed plushies of me…

He shudders a little, movement lagging slightly as he represses those phantom pains of getting thrown against walls and splashed with milk.

*M-Maybe I should try to make an F1 plush for her! “Out of date” or not, that shouldn’t interfere with my ability to actually make things…

The question is, how’s he gonna get the material…

#(yes he did experience what happened to his plush form second hand. the sweepstakes item descriptions implied it so whoops-) #(hopefully Eileen’s up for a FOURTH christmas gift lol) #WANNA MAKE A [deal]?-asks and submissions #ONE WEIRD TIP-in character #NOTHING MORE THAN A SIMPLE PUPPET-main verse #m!a: an (out of date) addison again

[hxzelwallflower]

GENERAL INFORMATION ──────────────────────

NAME - Eileen R. Roosevelt. NICKNAMES/TITLES - ''Leeny Beany'', ''Hazelnut'', ''Mama'', ''Turtledove''. SPECIES - Cherub. (Angel species)

AGE - 29 yrs. PRONOUNS - she/her. DATE OF BIRTH - June 11th, 1994.

NOTE-WORTHY ABILITIES - Able to manifest various types of clouds, including supercells. Her wings harbor all of magic required to make them, and often has three, small cumulus clouds tucked against her bottom feathers. These clouds also produce lighting, and will exert more magic in dire situations. She use to be able to fly, but due to an accident that resulted in one of them healing crooked she hasn't been able to since. CURRENT RESIDENCE - Depends on the verse. Her main is a two bedroom house out on the edge of the city, where she lives with Iris (her best friend) and Spud. In other verses she stays in an apartment complex, (Deltarune especially) or lives with Scrooge in his mansion.

OCCUPATION - Also depends on the verse, Primary she works as a barista, but in other timelines she works retail. Her Deltarune verse has just that, working under a yellow Addison named "Antonio" who specializes in name brand clothing.

AFFILIATIONS - N/A.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES - French is her native tongue, and brushed up on her English when her family moved to the states. She also familiar with "American Sign Language".

PERSONALITY ────────────────

ALIGNMENT - True Neutral.

ASSETS - Old sketchbook, mainly used for doodling and notes. A clicker fidget in the shape of a single, keyboard key, a comb, and a travel sized perfume bottle that smells like roses.

FLAWS - Stubborn, anxious, overthinker, always tired. LIKES - Spicy foods, flowers, Vincent Van Gogh's work, the sound of rain, spending time with Spud. DISLIKES - Balloons, the heat, molting season, snarky people, overstimulation.

FEARS/PHOBIAS - Globophobia (fear of Balloons), Spheksophobia (fear of wasps).

CONNECTIONS ────────────────

FAMILY - Iris, (childhood friend), Spud (adoptive daughter), Dahlia (mother), Travis (father, deceased), Scrooge Mcduck (adoptive grandfather), Theodore (uncle).

FRIENDS - She has lots, but her closest are Derecho, Luffy, Garvey, & Nod. ROMANTIC INTEREST - As of this moment she has two ships. Donald/P.K & Spaul G. Spamton. ENEMIES - None, as of to date.

FACTS AND TRIVIA ────────────────

Hates the texture of microfiber and Velcro. It makes her cringe.

Peppers are the only vegetable she's been able to grow outside of flowers, every year she buys new plants, and every year her garden has a harvest of either ghost or habanero peppers.

Could tell you every fact about the "Jurassic Park" franchise, but forgets to set her clock during daylight savings.

She does sing on occasion, usually when she's focused on a project or in a particularly good mood.

Christmas is one of her favorite holidays, and will drag anyone in her circle to celebrate with her even if it's just to spend an afternoon watching specials.

Tends to be short and temperamental during sensory overloads. A telltale sign is when her hands start trembling, and can't look you in the eye when she speaks.

Yoinked this from @/thebigshotman, now you do it weenie!

#- ; Decided to do a little something while working on drafts today!! #- ; Little treat for new followers who want more insight to this creature #- ; OOC #- ; Bravo's outta pocket