Hello 😅 In addition to all of this, have the Spamton and Addisons animation that is responsible for at least one of those fixations lol. Check out Cheekface and fall in love with them like I have!!

This is totally canon for these guys once they work out all their shit lol

Hey, so uh…it’s been a while. Way longer than I’d ever thought.

To make a very long story that could easily be several paragraphs short: Nothing has gone wrong IRL, I’m doing fine, college has just been crazy as I’ve been preparing for my senior year, I’ve obtained several new fixations and interests, joined my first real Discord server, and definitely flat out forgot about Tumblr and everything on it for a few months. Real life was real life and that was totally on me for being very caught up in things and forgetting, and for all of that and making you guys worry I apologize.

I plan on coming back at some point in the middle of May, way after the semester and a concert I’m going to are over, but when I do I’m going to start completely over in terms of threads. Again. Asks will be kept and answered but all threads will be dropped; however if we were in the middle of a story thread and you’d like to continue it, an ask and a reminder of where we were in the story is all that’s necessary to continue!

Once again, I apologize for disappearing. I was all set and ready to come back around Valentines Day, but then life handed me new fixations and a crap ton of other stuff and that obviously didn’t happen. But as long as you all are okay with waiting a wee bit longer, I will be back for the summer! After that who knows lol, but I’ve kept you guys waiting and worrying long enough!

See you all soon ❤️❤️

Mun Bri

MY GOD

@hxzelwallflower

              I know I’m not whole. 

                        I know I’m not a good person. 

And yet

        when you ᏞᎾᎾᏦ at me,            I feel like I COULD BE.         

I’m all caught up on both asks and threads!! Thank you to everyone for your patience while I struggled with both muse and holiday fatigue. I already see a couple more threads and asks to be replied to again, but unfortunately, as promised, it’s time for this blog to go on hiatus for a few days.

That doesn’t mean I’ll be disappearing from here completely: I’ll still be around to send asks and memes and IMs if anyone would like to message me! But with the New Year underway I’d like to finish blog-revamping sooner than later, and that means turning my full attention to my other three blogs for a little while. Making up small little text only promos like the one I have pinned here, creating new tags, things like that! Hopefully things go smoothly and I’ll be back here before you know it! I have no intention of vanishing from here like I did a bunch last year 😅

With that, I’m dropping the URLs to my other blogs one last time for anyone that hasn’t seen them yet: @always-together @city0f-dreams @experimentalxfilm Activity will be ramping up in all of those places shortly, so be sure to follow them so you’ll see when the starter calls and promos go up! Please reblog my new promos lol

Anyways, with all that being said I am off to do maintenance! I’ll see you all soon; don’t be afraid to message me or send out replies to our threads like normal! I promise I will get to them when I can. Have a good night, and once again Happy New Year!!

* Friend , yes . Though I wouldn't be screaming at the top of my lungs over it . * I'm surprised she hasn't gone deaf .

Maybe she has and just , never admitted to it . Regardless the topic of conversation shifts along with their appearance , the silhouette fading to reveal the Lightner . Weary umbers illuminated by the purple specs on their nose , the over-sized merlin hat twinkling along the many cosmos under their cape .

Raven hair parting past their shoulders as they wave a few sparkles off their fingers , weary eyes fixing back on the puppet .

* Though it's just like her to go for the ones that look like soaking wet rats . But , that's beside the point .

* You got questions , I do too . Quite a lot of them actually , so either we talk this out , or I'm punting you like a football .

Clearly they know more then they're letting on , that or they're silently judging Eileen's taste in men . Again .

(Continued from here!)

…This was them. Dannie. Stardust. The one who wrote him a note after the NEO fiasco that said the next time he messed up Eileen’s life it would be “on sight”-and they had tailed him briefly while he was still NEO too, hadn’t they? Was it time for the “on sight” they had mentioned? What had he done?

He takes in their Heavenly appearance: Their cape of a darkened sky that somehow isn’t completely dark, their wizard’s hat, and of course those violet eyes. He struggles to hold their gaze, especially as they begin to casually insult him. It wasn’t like he could control his own volume most days; it wasn’t like he had chosen to live out the rest of his days on the street!! Although beyond the static, he could tell that they just wanted to talk and ask and answer questions about the other just as much as he did. So he forced his slowly boiling temper to cool down as he nervously, slowly, slicks back his hair and speaks.

*[[Stardust]]…1T’S…AMAZING TO FIN4LLY M33T U. I’VE BEEN [[wanted:]] FOR U…WE’V3 BEEN [[last seen on:]] F0R U.

He holds out that same hand for them to shake, if they so choose, before gesturing to the desk, and the chairs on either side, next to himself.

*WE C4N [[talk about it first]],, 0F COURSE!!!! COME 1N, [take a seat,]], WE H4VE A L O T T0 TALK ABOUT!!!!

He catches his voice before it starts grinding slowly and deeply-not right now, not in front of the most important customer he’s ever had in his life besides Kris. After sitting down himself, he takes a breath he doesn’t need to take and speaks some degree calmer.

*…Are you okay? Where have you been-did anybody hurt you??

Casually wearing one of Spaul's jackets . It's too tight for her to wear , but she's perfectly content to have it draped around her shoulders like a blanket . Bliss . Complete , utter bliss . A dopey smile etched into her features .

Spaul had taken off his normal jacket to show off for her the maroon jacket she had given him last Christmas-after all, she had yet to see him in it! Compared to the thin doll fabric of his normal one, this one felt like it could swallow him with the normal cloth it was made of. He had just about turned the corner, no doubt striking some sort of dorky pose with his new threads so he could show it off, when his arms and jaw drop comically as he sees her. His pitch black jacket draped over her shoulders and the most blissful, giddy smile on her face.

*[Hazelnut]?!?!?

Somehow his commercial tones succeed at capturing how surprised he is by this admittedly cute sight. He almost extends a hand to ask for it back but pulls it back at the last second; she can keep it for now! Anything for Eileen. But he still does have something to say…

*I…I-I-I-I-

*-H4VE A M0RE [[stylish suits for all occasions]] [in stock] THAN THAT!!!! D0 U WANT TO [[preview your design]] 1T????

It was a little embarrassing, offering to bring his old Big Shot era suit out of storage for the first time in decades…but he had a feeling she would get a kick out of it!

Hands gingerly pluck the anxious, mini Spam from his grip. No hesitation, not even a warning. At first it appears the thing may be pocketed ; instead the SOUL wielder allows it to regain balance. Smoothing down the creature's hair fluff before giving it a gentle kiss on the forehead .

Something about this SOUL feels familiar

The mini-Spamton is taken from his hands, whether the little guy wants it or not. It squirms around aggressively for a moment, trying to fight whoever just grabbed it while chattering angrily…until its hair is smoothed down and the delicate touch of a kiss graces its forehead. At that, all motion and activity stops as the tiny puppet looks up, awestruck, into the eyes of its new owner. It recognizes them. Its glasses promptly start flashing between their colors as it chitters happily, opening its arms to be given a hug.

The main Spamton, meanwhile, had been greedily waiting for the hefty amount of Kromer that was due for getting one of his mini-selves; however, at seeing its reaction his hand pulled away. Looking at how giddy it had gotten and the glow of the SOUL that had taken it.

…His smile twitched into a smirk-like state. Maybe this would be better than struggling to make a plushie of himself.

…He still expected them to pay up, though.

*…TH4NKS FOR YOUR PURCHAS3 OF [[marketable plushie]]!!!! THAT’LL BE [[*static*]] KROMER [Haze-]-I-I ME4N [valued customer]!!!!

Perhaps she doesn’t want to reveal herself for whatever reason. He’ll respect her privacy and treat her like anyone else, for now.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!!!

So long to one of the fastest (in a good way) years of my life and into 2024 we go!! I hope everyone has a Happy New Year and enjoys themselves! May you all have nothing but luck, prosperity, and the drive to accomplish all you want to, both on Tumblr and off, in the coming year.

I got to all of my threads tonight, so my New Years Eve goal was fulfilled I’m happy to say!! There’s still a few asks, however, and I’ll get to them tomorrow. After that it’s off to the races to get all of the final touches on my other blogs done, so like I said before there will be a small hiatus here while I do that. Honestly I’m kind of glad with the way things lined up lol 😄 New Year, revamped and revitalized blogs! But while I do all of that, please be patient with any responses and replies I may owe here. I will get to them when I can, I promise!

Anyway, I have work early (again 😅) tomorrow, so I can’t chat for long. Regardless, I hope you all have a Happy New Year!! See you all tomorrow in 2024!

I know I didn’t reblog one of those “say something to me before the year ends” posts (I didn’t have time lol) but if anyone wants to do that feel free to send an ask! I’ll get to them tomorrow after I catch up.

*EX4CTLY!!! JU$T [[communication]], N0THING ELSE!!! ALTHOUGH 0NE MOVING 4ROUND SOUNDS…[[fascinating.]]…

He could’ve used a phone that moved around on its own back when he was still famous in Queen’s mansion, so he didn’t have to run halfway through the palace every time it started ringing.

Far more intriguing, however, was Derecho’s answer to his question about communicating without a phone. He could send messages to both other robots-it terrified him a little to know for sure there were more-and other, smaller Lightners, evidently. If the Seeker was willing to experiment, would it work on a Darkner like himself?

As part of Spaul’s answer, he reluctantly rolled up one of his sleeves and exposed the ball-joints that made up the elbow of his arm. Between his puppet body and voice box, he supposed that he did count as “mechanical”, in a way. As did the rest of the world he lived in, although in a far lesser way compared to him.

*I’M…[[wind me up and watch me walk and talk!]]. A…PUPPET. I M1GHT C0UNT AS A ROBOT…BUT THERE’S ONLY ONE [[test]] TO FIND OUT!!!! RIGHT????

He welcomed the idea of testing it out. Who knew what sort of havoc they could cause in Cyber City together with an open communication channel like that? Besides…the salesman had the feeling that destruction might release some of Derecho’s anger about being temporarily trapped here.

*…TH3Y EITHER [[know too much…]] ABOUT ME 0R ARE VERY G00D [take a wild guess!].

Spamton said that almost ominously, but it was true. If the signals that Derecho saw were based on what he thought they were, all they saw of him was fighting Kris, his shop, and the whole debacle with NEO. How had they seen his past? Did someone tell Kris at some point after they encountered him?

…Maybe they had cared more than he had thought. But at the mimicry of a phone ringing, his head glitched around and his attention was brought back to the giant Seeker.

And that was when he laughed, more manically than he would’ve liked but he still laughed all the same. He thought the phone was alive? There were times in the past that he wished it was, so it would feel every single time he destroyed it in anger or despair, but it unfortunately was not.

*HAEHAHEAHEHAEHAHEAHE!!!! [[MECHANIMAL]],, WH4T ARE TH0SE??? PH0NES AREN’T [it’s alive!!],, THEY JU$T GO [[ring ring~!]] WH3N SOMEONE WANTS TO [hello, can you hear me?! Please, I need help!!] 4ND U [[pick up]] AND ANSWER THEM!!!

…Ignore the sounds of someone begging for help, which sounded very off coming from such a wide smile. Still though, he hoped the clarification would be understood. He wasn’t sure how he felt about them now, but once upon a time a little White Addison thought that them ringing was the best sound in the world.

*…HOW DOES ONE [[contact information]] W1THOUT A PHONE??? C0ULD U [[contact me:]]??? OR JU$T OTHER [giant [$&@!] robot]????

A…sentient flower?

When Spamton had started yelling his sales pitch into the void, hoping anyone in this strange new place might hear and be interested, a talking flower had been the last thing he had expected. But what a cute face he had! And he was yellow; he loved yellow. It was the color of the Lightner sun, of Heaven. Surely he could use what he was offering! He promptly spun on his heel and bent down awkwardly to face him.

*[[Correct answer!]], P4L!!!! I’VE GOT NO [$&@!] CLU3 WHERE I [$&@!] AM!!! BUT!!!! TH4T DOESN’T MEAN YOU [[aren’t safe]] FR0M MY [exclusive deals]!!!!

He would edit things slightly to hopefully appeal to him, of course.

*FOR JU$T [[the low, low price of]] [[*static*]] KR0MER,, U C4N OBTAIN [healing potion] [plant fertilizer] AND!!!! [[If you call right now-]] I’LL G1VE YA ALL THE [Hyperlink Blocked] U C0ULD EVER-EVER-EV3R WANT!!!!

He slicked back his hair before immediately moving to offer a handshake to the flower with that same hand. A beaming smile on Spamton’s face, as usual.

*WE GOT A [[deal]???

@thebigshotman

"...Uh huh."

Okay he was going to be honest, he wasn't quite sure what he was looking at here. It wasn't a monster, and he was mostly positive this wasn't a Mettaton thing going on. They DEFINITELY weren't a human(at least he hope they weren't) so that idea was thrown at the window.

...It didn't help that something felt a bit...Off here. And this was coming from him, by all logical accounts he SHOULDN'T exist.

Oh well, try to play it straight he supposed! It was new which means the newcomer was already leagues better then everyone else here!

"I'm going to take it you aren't from around here, huh?"

*…Well, cars were his passion. But trust me, Eileen, they were only the beginning. Those bowties, swords, potions he sells don’t even begin to paint the full picture.

He’s remorseful. That seemed to line up with what he had told them in the alley that day, about how there would be no more rampaging or killing now that he was out of that suit. It painted a picture of hope, hope that things might be normal and not at all headed for disaster between the two like he had originally thought.

Still, though, he shows concern by putting a hand on her shoulder when she shows signs of distress.

*You already are helping. I get wanting to help him more, but…he seemed several degrees more sane than he’s been lately when us and him all talked that day. I think…somehow, you’re helping him be that way. You’re the catalyst for him getting better…in what way, I don’t know. Please don’t push yourself too far, Lightner…although I feel like you already have…

Something told him more Dark Candy wasn’t going to solve whatever was really happening with her.

There was a moment of silence, punctured by loud, garbled speech being carried by the air from the direction of Eileen’s house. Navy’s eyes grew wide as he registered the sound and who it no doubt belonged to.

*I…think I’ve held you up enough, Eileen. Go see Spaul; make sure he’s doing alright. I’ll be back on a different day when you’re both doing better to ask more questions, alright?

He hands her his business card, and his motions are almost automatic in doing so. He’s located near the edges of the town; the card is, of course, navy blue in appearance.

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❝ I don't─ ❞

The pounding her head returns , low frequency static blurring their last conversation . Aside from being left to take in the sights of his establishment she vaguely recalled the ad that bellowed through the puppet's voice box , trying to wish her a good day as he ventured into the streets .

To say she was in pain would be an understatement , and it showed . Rubbing one of her templates whilst trying to retain eye contact .

❝ I haven't seen him since , this morning . We did talk the other day about things , far as I remember he hasn't said anything beyond the mention of sellin' cars . ❞

Unless that's just her memory faltering , hard to tell with someone like Spamton . While it didn't occur that she had mumbled those words outloud in regards to that faithful night , Navy's response is no doubt within reason . He's right about one thing ; he wasn't thinking . In fact she's certain her partner had been overwhelmed by everything , fretting over not only his self-worth─ but safety regarding her .

❝ It's not my place to speak on his behalf , whether it be you or the suit . But I know he's remorseful .❞

Trying to make things right , is what she wanted to say .

❝ I wanna' help him too . ❞

*[[70% cacao]]??? S0 UR A [rich, luxurious dark chocolate] P3RSON, HUH [Hazelnut]???

If so, that was definitely being filed away for a future Valentines Day gift idea.

He scrambles once more to leave out the Marshmallow and Dark Chocolate packets and put the rest of them away for now, before rushing in a flurry of pixels to the fridge. “Milk” sounds like something cold…so it must be in there!

*I W1LL TAKE S0ME [[unidentified liquid]] IN MIN3,, TOO!!!! WH4T IS [[milk]]???? I WILL GET IT FOR U!!!!

He winces at her voice being repeated at such a low quality, but despite that he still starts scrambling for the carton.

His glasses have also now given up and are firmly pink in both lenses.

*SO…[Hazelnut]…Y0U GAVE ME THESE [[warm up with a cup of hot cocoa with marshmallows!]] L4ST YEAR…AND, UHH…

He digs the packets of various flavors and brands of hot chocolate from last Christmas out of his Inventory, and indeed, they’ve been completely untouched. He taps his plastic hands together, looking both bashful and ashamed as he continues.

*I…don’t have something hot to make them with by myself. CAN W3 [[assemble]] THEM T0GETHER???

@thebigshotman (a little festive ask and potential thread for the season!)

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It didn't occur back then his space wasn't big enough to home a microwave— or a stove for that matter . Combined with candy candies and other goodies to make festive treats , it completely slipped her mind . Addisons like Beau were gifted them as payment , whereas Spaul didn't have the nessacary equipment to brew these things .

❝ Sure , I-I don't see why not ! ❞ ❝ My bad I forget you aren't really all that tech savvy . ❞

That's a lie . She's just embarrassed .

He doesn’t notice any of Eileen’s pain at first, instead squeezing her tightly with almost plush silicone arms that won’t hurt (as opposed to plastic ones that definitely would). Remembering the motion to pucker lips and kiss and practicing it for a moment as he picks up his rambling again.

*A customer made me an Addison again!! Sure-sure, there’s all these buggy side effects cause they didn’t do it right, but I’m here!! I can talk right! I can kiss you right!! I can-

He cuts himself off the second he hears her groaning. Something isn’t right. He looks up to see her face covered by her hand, and immediately the instinct to protect shoots through his body. He slowly lets go of her and tries to soothe her somehow, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

*…Eileen? Is everything okay? You seemed alright until I-

*…Hold on, is my lagging affecting you, too?!

And he immediately steps away a few feet, tears pricking at the sides of his eyes. Of course that would end up being the case…of course he dared himself to hope he could give Eileen a real, normal kiss while he was like this…

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Years of adapting his vocabulary to fit the wide range of informercials has finally caught up with him , albeit his semblance of normality doesn't quite match to code . Parts of him lag between steps , even more when he makes a beeline towards the girl .

Among conversation from locals entering the building— she looks up . Eyes locking on the Addison as his voice cuts through whatever topic others had been talking about before , his endearing nickname being reason for her attention . Spau—

However , Spaul's ramblings would be met with silence . A delayed reaction on her part given how fast he was moving , well more than usual . His name barely slips before arms lock around her— weight tilting her back causing her to awkwardly slump against the synthetic brick .

Immediately she felt it , the pressure building in the back of her head , her vision blurred as lights from various buildings were dwindled into abnormal shapes . Whether it came from him or some other element she couldn't see quite clearly , barely making out the eager Addison as he retained his greeting . The static has returned .

❝ Spaul ? What's— ❞

Another twinge brought a hand towards her face , groaning . Terrible timing for one of these to start up . While the migraines didn't last for more than an hour , they were still incredibly painful .

He blinked vacantly for several moments, the dots squashing and stretching in lieu of a blink and showing that although they were eyes they most certainly didn’t have all the functions of ones. Help? Help with what? The amount of minutes that had passed since he started loosing his mind seemed longer to himself, and he grasped around mentally for what Judas meant by that for a moment. Fumbling around for his glasses and messily putting them back on as he did so.

*H3LP???? HELP W1TH WHAT, KID???? I D0N’T [[need help…]]!!!!

That last part is his own voice, but that strange other voice from earlier can almost vaguely be heard in the distance beyond Spamton’s own.

*THERE’S [zero dollars] U C4N DO TO [[help me!! Please!!]] W1TH WHAT I’M G0ING THROUGH!!!! S0….

Marbles on his glasses dart from here to there all across his desk, finding nothing, not even something beyond just the surface there. He blinks, and for a split second before he blinks again things seem pixelated. And this makes him laugh, laugh in an utterly broken tone that sounds like it’s about to give up. How had that jester seen beyond the darkness and awareness and into something that almost seemed…fun? A fun sort of chaos. Why was his laugh so much more gleeful?

There is no fun to be found here. Whatever he found funny, no matter how hard the puppet tries, he can’t get the joke.

*[[Buy now!]]!!!!!!

He reaches out a desperate hand to the Lightner, almost on the cusp of remembering, and dozens of Popups ads begin blinking in his vision. Potions, bowties, swords, sunglasses, other things he may or may not actually sell. He has no idea how much money Judas has. Maybe if he buys something again, he’ll feel normal again.

But since when in the past quarter century have things been normal for him?

He sees the Lightner walk back inside, the remains of the phone having clearly been deposited elsewhere, but more importantly, he notices that he doesn’t sit back down. Instead opting to stay standing, remaining cautious after everything that just happened. He answers this caution by throwing his glasses off to the side, revealing the simple, non-expressive ballpoint dots underneath, and gazing up at him with a voice and posture that answers him in kind.

*…There isn’t any. And it’s not like I don’t want to tell you, kid, cause I do. I wish I could tell you everything about how and why that just happened. But I can’t. I…I wasn’t always like this-

And with that, he’s cut off and begins to flinch and glitch as if he’s in an incredible amount of pain again, as if talking so sincerely for so long was him tempting fate again. The screeching sound of dial up that just won’t connect coming out of his mouth, unceasingly. His glasses going in and out of color-and then, just as soon as it starts, it’s all over. And he’s back to his usual self like the past several minutes never happened.

*C0ME ON, KID!!!! IT’$ NOT EV3RY DAY YOU GET [[free samples]] FROM ALL THE [phony plastic] 4ROUND HERE!!! TAKE THE [[CD Bagels]]!!!! T4KE TH3M!!!!!

He screeches that last sentence through gritted teeth, his head twitching every few seconds like an animatronic with gears that are wound too tight. Hands gripping the desk incredibly tight as he swats the burnt pastries over to Judas. It’s eating him alive that things have to be this way, but he doesn’t want the guy to be as entangled as he is.

His glasses are still off, and his dot eyes stare both at him and through him.

*[[F1]] FA1RY…H-EY,, I CAN [[market]] THAT!!! G3T ALL YOUR [injured?] T4KEN CARE OF FOR JU$T [[*static*]] KROMER!!!! WE—I-I-I-I MEAN I C0ULD DO THAT!!!!

He was still mulling over money making opportunities…as if any of them would matter once this was all over. Regardless, he gestured to a room that was almost completely dark off to the side, an open archway in lieu of a door leading inside.

*…TH3RE’S ST1LL [[step 12 out of 12]] FOR U TO HELP M3 OUT WITH, [[blueberry]]. F0LLOW ME.

Suddenly being very direct with things, he would go inside.

Inside was dimly lit, but the main attraction was what was at the other end of the room. A broken down, disheveled robot tangled up in vines and overgrowth, a sparkling disk of some kind glittering in its chest, sat in a hunched over fashion over there. Even hunched it was at least six feet tall, and it was made of many different patchwork materials and simple shapes. The way Spamton’s glasses started bouncing back and forth between their colors confirmed that this was the end goal, what he was looking for. What Pari had helped him find.

He almost went down to his knees in prayer out of habit before stumbling forward and pointing eagerly towards the glittering spark. He was vibrating anxiously and eagerly, but he spoke in fragments so she could properly understand every word he was about to say.

*THAT’S. TH3 EmptyDisk. GR4B IT. BRING IT OVER. AND GIVE 1T. TO ME.

Pari will find herself walking down a rather spacious but empty alleyway, with only some torn and faded advertisements on the walls for company. And…a single, albeit normal looking, dumpster?

Surely nothing can go wrong or pop out from inside. Right…?

Oh, and she also has a bright red, heart shaped SOUL inside of her. Something no one else can see…for now.

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The alleyway was somewhere she wasn't overly familiar with. In fact, the whole damn area wasn't something she was overly familiar with. Finding one's feet was tough as it stood.

But hopefully there wasn't anyone lurking near the skip..

Or was there?

Little did she know just who she'd encounter.

As they exited the heart of the city and begin to head towards the sales district, the occasional ads and billboards across the sky would now become far more frequent, covering almost every building and making it hard to see the structure underneath. They were for many different products, including makeup, CD Bagels, and of course self-flavored teas. Spamton grimaced-well, as much as he could, anyway-at each of them, although he softened somewhat when he saw Sophia hiding him from view again.

*…TH4NKS, SOPHIA. AGA1N.

Eventually, however, they turned a corner, and were faced with the front of a general store of some kind. Outside was the Orange Addison owner, having a smoke break, although her eyes lit up somewhat at the Lightner approaching. Tossing her cigarette aside, she immediately began to approach Sophia in kind.

*Hello! You’re a Lightner, right? Welcome to the Sales District! This is my store, where I sell a little bit of everything. Would you like to come inside? Of course, it’s your decision.

If Sophia would try to look for Spamton, she wouldn’t see anybody there…but she would hear the rattling of a trash can nearby. Looks like despite her protectiveness he had made good on his warning to not get near any Addisons and instead watch from afar.

*Not Clementine…I would’ve stayed with the kid if it was anyone else, but…

He muttered this to himself, out of everyone else’s earshot.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ-ˏ͛⑅　‧̥̥͙‧̥̥ ̥ ̮ ̥ ⊹ @thebigshotman ⊹ ̥ ̮ ̥ ‧̥̥‧̥̥͙　⑅ˏ͛- What a predicament she had been faced with...to be alone, scared and injured in a place she didn't even know existed. She hadn't even have the time to understand what was happening to her before she'd been sucked into this strange world, and now, here she was― all by herself in a decrepit, dark and lonely back alley, crying to herself. Though...even if her cries were sad, scared― desperate, it remained so...quiet and weak. If someone didn't pay attention, they probably wouldn't even have noticed her weeping, except from the faint tears that were running down her pretty face and staining her round glasses that were threatening to fall off her nose. Curled up and trembling, she allowed herself to express this moment of weakness, since she didn't see anyone passing by here and assumed she was alone. Or so she thought... As soon as the long haired blonde started hearing what sounded like footsteps― her subtle sobs stopped and her body froze, starting to wipe her face dry of her tears and attempting to look normal, even if the way she was huddled against the wall would give it away. She just wanted to spare herself some embarrassment...

Apologies for the scattershot activity lately, everyone. Once again I had a time-this morning-earmarked in my head to get to threads, and once again my muse failed me every time I actually got ready to type. Asks are all I’ve really been able to get to, and even then only one or two at a time. I deeply apologize for the waits on everything lately.

There is hope tomorrow, however, as I have a short work day followed by a completely free night for New Years Eve! So tomorrow will be spent entirely on threads, even if I still have a few asks left (and I probably will) to get to by the end of the night tonight. I’m going to start the new year off right and that does not mean keeping you guys waiting any longer!!

Once I do catch up on everything, however, I may take a day or two hiatus from here so I can focus on bringing back my other blogs. I got my rules updated, now I just need to draft tag dumps, promos, and starter calls for all of them. So if you aren’t following any of my other blogs please feel free to message me and I will give you the links to them! I promise we will have just as much fun together there as we do here.

That’s all for now, gotta get back to the last hour or so of work. Like I said I’ll get to asks if I can tonight, but even if I don’t thread replies are coming tomorrow! See you all then, and thank you all for being patient ❤️