#DELTARUNE. (HEAD IN HANDS)
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a bit of mostly jevil :] it’s a jevil kinda day
my solitaire queen design came from this post !
and seam uses they/them ok
#the art gallery#deltarune#swatch and tm’s fits are based on rudinns and hathys bc Idk I Thought Itd Look Cool#but swatch’s diamond pattern are rhombuses like on their og outfit and tm’s hearts are supposed to be shaped like a tasques head :]#spamvil#KINDA? A SMIDGEN. just spamton being Endeared that jevil put his hand on his shoulder before. Getting Him
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Missing her so fucking bad (Deltarune)
#I want to write more analyses and post more art and share more headcanons and.#head in hands. deltarune save me. deltarune. save me deltarune
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blorbo bingo blorbo bingo. blirngbo. blorngo. :) blorbingio
even if no one interacts w this i was giggling kicking my feet etc deciding who i'd put on here. but also lmk who you can check off as (minimum) a silly guy of yours. @accurzed @nyarlathesleeper @seventhstone and idk whoever wants to join yk. i am personally and directly enabling you to make a favorite character bingo
#IT DIDNT SAVE THE TAGS 😫😫😫#+ im tagging them so theres a chance someone gets a full bingo sheet and we become besties. woe#gguhhh whatever ill do it again. anwyay basiclaly i tried to group them so at least a Couple of bingos were like#decently reasonable since so many of these are so disparate#i also chose not to do stuff w/o good visual refs (books + musicals) and only 1-2 per source#and even then that was hard... not to mention my niche blorbos kind of tank some rows#what am i gonna do NOT put yokoe rei on there?? leave kaoru orihara out??? no way#it's not about popularity it's about moe generation level. (head in my hands)#kiryuin satsuki#amanda young#lee yut lung#himemiya anthy#killua zoldyck#griffith berserk#abed nadir#kiryu kazuma#fakir princess tutu#orel puppington#komatsu nana#hiei#lake infinity train#kashima yuu#kazuma kuwabara#fink ok ko#majima goro#kiryuu nanami#susie deltarune#suoh tamaki#hunter noceda#guts berserk
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i've been drawing noelle with 5 fingers for a little over a year now (i always drew her with 4 fingers on each hand before that) for no reason other than an impulsive design change, but even still i hold the headcanon that kris is the only hometown resident that can actually play the piano really well because they have 5 fingers lol
#i mean theoretically sans and papyrus also have 5 fingers but i dont think theyre super interested in piano playing or anything sorry#all the other monsters are so animal-like that they all have 4 or less fingers to me#EVEN NOELLE WHO I DRAW WITH 5. still kinda has 4 in my head. dont probe me about this cognitive dissonance i dont really have a reason for#it#5 Finger Hand Easier For Brain To Draw idfk#text#deltarune#i was gonna put this on twitter instead but got self conscious#you must follow me on all platforms to gain every single goomythought
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whatever you do DON’T think about how papyrus undertale’s biggest motivations lie in encouraging the people around him to improve themselves and finding the joy in friendship and how he doesn’t have any of that in deltarune whatsoever and instead he’s just hiding inside of a dark house while everyone else is outside going about their lives relatively fine without him just dont think about it
#trousled rambles#deltarune#papyrus#undertale#its 1am and im having deltarune papyrus thoughts again dont look at me#was just thinkin more abt his possible knight motivations and. well what would he do when he has no one to keep on the straight and narrow#and when there's no one to keep HIM on the straight and narrow..........................yknow#his brother runs a whole grocery store by himself so i think its safe to say he didn't need papyrus to push him into it like in ut#and undyne's BORED sure but she's still okay. she's still forming a connection with alphys without papyrus having anything to do with it#alphys is more confident without ANY of papyrus's help at ALL#head in hands HE HAD SO MUCH INFLUENCE IN UNDERTALE AND NOW HE HAS HARDLY ANY AT ALL......HIS NAME ISNT EVEN MENTIONED......................#i need to go to bed BUT DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHY THE VERY CONCEPT OF HIM FUCKS ME UP AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR#edit had to make this more accurate to what im feeling rn#blood //
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...So here's that 2.5k+ word one-shot that I wrote in one afternoon + night
@turntableart it's the guys ever :3 And also @bigshot-furbiestm since you said you wouldn't be opposed to reading it in your RB last night :3
Also posted it on AO3 in case it's easier to read there :D
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"It's Not Too Late to Learn to be Alive Again"
Summary:
Two former and forgotten Addisons rummage around in an alley and end up staying for too long, hiding out in a dumpster from the cold rain.
AKA, I have brainrot about an Addison OC that me and Turn have been talking about and I am. Very much adding them to my list of blorbos.
Drip. Drop.
Tink. Splat.
The sound of tiny bits of acid rain hitting every surface of this block in Cyber City for the moment. Hopefully, it wouldn't get any worse than a light drizzle.
The dull-coloured Addison stands at the end of the alley, blankly staring up at the gridlines at the top of the world, watching the droplets fall down around and onto him. The acidity by itself couldn't clear the dust and grime on his dull, bluish-green casing, but he could feel and see the streaks trickling across it, making them slightly more metallic-looking again instead of the matte that he'd been reduced to.
Plink. Tap-tap. Clack.
He blinks as a drop of cold rain lands on the tip of his nose, scrunching his face briefly as he's brought out of the blank trance-like state he was in. He swivels his head around to look over his shoulder, watching as items get tossed out of trash bags within a green dumpster at random intervals, hitting the opposite wall of the alleyway with clatters, cracks, and occasional wet slaps - the least appealing of those sounds, in his opinion. He wonders when his companion will find something they deem suitable to sell or edible enough to use as a consumable. He emits a low hum and draws his coat a little closer to himself, looking back over the back alley wall to the thin strip of buildings between the city and the Cyber Fields beyond, an occasional red light blinking on the unfinished railway.
Pitter-patter, thup-thup.
…and it sounds like the rain is falling a little harder. That's wonderful. He steps off of the crate that he'd used to look over the back wall and approaches the dumpster, lurching back to let a slimy-looking something hit the wall before moving forward again and standing on the tips of his toes to peer in.
He can see the greased back, oily hair of his companion rummaging around in a trash bag, their gears clicking inside them as they mutter to themselves while deliberating over a bottle with its label torn off, containing MAYBE some kind of juice. Could also be motor oil, it's not easy to tell. The lid of the dumpster must be blocking the rain from hitting them. He reaches over the edge and taps the other on their shoulder, finding it the tiniest bit amusing when they startled and nearly dropped the bottle of whatever-it-was.
“WH 4T THE- AH, U!!! SOMETHING [Turn Left]?”
The gratingly loud, glitched voice of Spamton G. Spamton had become a small comfort to the other in the past few months. To others, it may have been hard to listen to for more than a few minutes, but to him it was familiar. It was safe. Friendly.
The corner of his mouth twists into a frown as he points upward before making a sweeping gesture to the alleyway now growing wet with puddles and slowly thickening curtains of acidic precipitation. Spamton pokes his head out of the garbage receptacle and immediately hisses when he feels rain hitting the top of his pompadour and face, causing the other to smirk lightly at the reaction.
“[$%#/] RA1N…” Spamton grumbles as he peers out, wiping the already accumulating rain away from his nearly opaque multicoloured glasses, “WE’LL LEAF [And It's Going Going] [Going] [Going] [Going]- …SO0N. JUST GOTTA F 1ND SOME GRUB!!!”
…He doesn't exactly know why they couldn't root through the garbage can of a bakery that's on the route back to Spamton's shop, but he hesitantly nods and pulls the back of his coat over his head to hide from the rain, leaning against the dumpster and listening to Spamton rifling through the garbage bags a little quicker.
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The frigid acid rain drums and hisses against the roofs and the concrete in the alley, making muted green puddles around his feet and staining more of his cyan shoes. He shivers underneath his now-soaked coat, and Spamton still hasn't finished, likely getting too fixated on finding something edible to have noticed he's taking too long or that the rain has started pouring. He kicks the back of his foot against the dumpster hard, earning him a muted “1 SEC OND.” He grumbles and shivers again. He's cold and wet and he'd rather go back and miss eating instead of obsessing over finding something for too long. His internal heaters got busted and clogged long ago, he shouldn't be outside in this mess.
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Screw it.
He turns around and yanks open the other lid on the dumpster, scrambling inside despite Spamton's startled noise and shutting both lids above them, pulling his legs up to his chest and shoving a gutted trash bag off to the side, huddling onto the side and flicking on the flashlights in his eyes.
“H 3Y!!!” Spamton protests, the lights in his eyes flickering on as well, both their sets of eyes shining dimly in the dumpster with light turquoise and pink-and-yellow light, “I’M ALM0ST [Done and Done!], Y'D U-”
His questioning dies off as he sees his dull greyish green-blue companion shivering in the corner of the dumpster, his legs pulled up to and hugging his chest and the soaking wet coat pulled tightly around him, even though it's likely making the shivering worse.
“...0 H. RITE…” Spamton wavered, remembering his friend's condition, “SHOULD H4VE [Leave while you still have the chance]...”
‘Idiot, he told you we should leave and you got hooked on something that could've been taken care of on the way back,’ he thinks to himself, berating. He can't keep doing that when he has this guy following him around with broken systems… if he's going to insist on trailing Spamton like a lost Tasque just because the White Addison found him shut down in the middle of the street unable to move and fixed him up as best that he could, he might as well make sure they're at least safe. Not that he's actually grown to care about the nameless Addison at all.
“...H3RE, I-” Spamton moves to kneel on his knees instead of squatting, looking through his corrupted inventory quickly to find the slot with his blanket, pulling it out of the 1s and 0s. He then reaches forward and attempts to snatch the wet coat off of the other, holding up a surrendering hand when they flinch and pull themselves back farther, confused.”
“U CANT [ Wear all of our latest styles at -] TH4T, YO U’LL [Freeze, criminal scum!],” he grunts out, holding out his hand as if to say ‘ hand it over .’ The other Addison hesitates for a minute, not wanting to give up his coat, but his fans ultimately emit a whirring sigh as he peels it off of himself, balling it up and handing it to Spamton before trying in vain to wipe the wet spots off his stained blue dress shirt underneath. Spamton tosses the coat into the corner, intending to dry it back at his shop (somehow) when the rain stops and they leave.
Spamton then takes their ratty - but still functional, with no holes or tears - grey blanket and drapes it over the dull Blue's legs, watching as their face morphs into one of surprise before gratefully (and somewhat covetously) pulling it farther over himself, gripping a small part of it to their chest.
‘It won't help much to heat him up, just block a little more cold,’ he muses…
His own internal heaters may not be the best, but they at least function better than the other's.
He shoves the trash bags next to the Addison farther to the side and crawls over to sit next to him, pushing himself close to the other’s body so they can share the heat. Surprised, the other tilts his head to the side, wondering why all of a sudden Spamton actually… WANTS to be close to him. Spamton notices the confused expression and scoffs - not in a mean way.
“U L0OK LIKE A- LIKE A- LIKE A- [[- looking like a kicked puppy and down on your luck? ]] SI TING TH3RE SHIV€RING, D0N’T [Expectations, expectations!] TH IS TO BE A REGULAR THING,” he grumbles lightly, gently pulling some of the blanket over himself before opening his inventory again and bringing out his tattered and yellowed pillow, plopping it behind his and the other's backs. May as well get comfy, they'll likely be here all night.
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Bonk.
Spamton feels a light thud on his skull, and feels the other pressing even closer to Spamton's body, realizing that he's resting his head on top of Spamton, looking somewhat content for one of the few times since they've been around each other.
“...TH4T DIDN'T T AK LONG,” Spamton snorts amusedly. The other angles his eyes down at Spamton's face and gives a small smile, nuzzling into his head, which… most people probably wouldn't do, but at the moment, neither of them cared. Spamton liked feeling like he was needed at the moment, and the nameless Addison loved the warmth, both the literal and metaphorical kind, coming from his companion right now, relishing it.
Spamton sees the unlabelled bottle of liquid from earlier still resting unopened on a pile of trash, and he grabs it, swishing it around in the glass.
“EXP3RI MENTASHUN!!!” Spamton says gleefully, cracking open the bottle just to finally figure out what it is, “[Rock Bottom]’S UPP!!!” He tips his head back and pours some of the yellow liquid down his throat, clamping his jaw up and down as he tries to discern the… interesting… taste.
“H3RE,” he says, offering the bottle to the Blue, “DUNNO WH4T IT I S, BUTT ITS CONSUMABLE!!!” The other gingerly takes the bottle, eyeing the familiar curved glass of the bottle before taking a small sip… which he immediately regrets, since it burns the whole way down his throat and tastes like someone mixed toothpaste and rotten glass with alcohol that went wrong. He splutters whatever he can out of his mouth, his face twisted into a grimace.
…it does warm his insides, though. Probably because it's started eating away at vital fluids that have started leaking everywhere, based on the taste - though that may be a little overdramatic.
…and his reaction to it made Spamton cackle out a glitched and garbled, yet teasing laugh at his reaction.
“HAEHAEHA EHAEH- WH4T, DON'T LIKE THE N3W [Vile! Awful! Downright hideous!] TASTES OF TH E AUTUMN???” Spamton laughs, nudging the other in their torso lightly. The dull one flicks the arm of Spamton's glasses, sending them askew with a smile, now feeling a lot less miserable and a bit warmer than he was when he climbed into the dumpster, cuddled next to Spamton and his heaters. He even made him laugh. He hums softly and lightly bonks the marionette's long nose with the tip of their own nose, attempting to make him laugh again.
“H- H3Y, URE ACTing [Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice], U BUY A SH1NY NEW [ the spark that created life!! ] 0 R SOMTHIN???” Spamton asks, snickering as he reaches up and touches the other's cheek, watching them lean into it like they haven't had such a simple act of touch in decades.
Boop.
He touches their noses together again and nods up and down quickly, pointing a finger at Spamton, and then himself, before pointing at his face and grinning widely.
…Spamton gets the message loud and clear. Externally, his eyes roll [[HEAVEN ]]wards as if that was a cheesy thing to imply, but internally he's… Actually getting a little emotional. He hasn't made someone who he may or may not care about smile since… Well… not for a long time.
“[Gourmet Wheel of Brie] LINE 2 BUTT ER ME UP,” he says unconvincingly sarcastically, “BUT URE SM1LING FOR 1NCE, SO ILL [ What can I say except ‘you're welcome’? ]!!!” Spamton reaches his arm up from its position behind his head and claps the other on their shoulder a couple of times fondly.
“S0 GOOD L UCK GETTING Rid of me NOW, BCAUSE URE [Stuck in a ditch? Call-] WITH ME NOW, [Friend Request Accepted], SO I C4N KEEP THAT GR1N ON YO UR [Beutiful Head]!!!”
…what does it say about the other, when such garbled yet simple words of kindness were enough to nearly well his eyes with tears? For just the simple act of being with him to make him emotional?
“... th ank you,” he croaks out, the voicebox quality scratchy and sounding alien from disuse, resting his head on Spamton's again.
“D0NT MENTION IT, [Buddy Chum Pal Fr]- [[Stop the presses!!]]” Spamton halts mid-sentence as he snaps his head to fully look at the one sitting beside him, eyes wide behind his glasses as he stares into their blue-green eyes - does he daresay he saw some sort of sparkle in there? “D ID- DID U JUST [Everybody's raving about our new-]???”
He nods, his small smile stretching a little as he moves his head down to bump his forehead to Spamton's again.
Spamton's face, in return, breaks out into an ear-to-ear, genuine grin as he bumps foreheads back, ecstatic to hear him speak for what may well be the first time since they met.
“I'LL [ -chugalug, chugalug ] 2 TH AT!!!!” Spamton cheers, holding up the still-open bottle of vile fluid and taking a large swig… oh what the Hell? Just this once he'll try to like it… The other grabs the bottle and takes a drink from it as well, nearly gagging but managing to keep it down for a few moments before breaking into silent, body-shaking laughter at the fact they just willingly drank that again.
He wonders what he would do - if Trademark License Addison saw his abhorrent alcohol - unfit for a ViroViroKun, the very same that he detested for taking the place of nearly every cheap but decent gas station brand in the store, the very same drink that he expelled from his body into the bathroom sink - in stores a few years ago now being consumed by his future self in a dumpster while giggling over the smallest of things and sharing heat with the former Big Shot himself.
When the entire bottle is drained, Trademark and Spamton lean back against the pillows, the former listening to the drumming of rain on the dumpster lid above them, and to the White Addison yammering on and on about some convoluted make-it-big-again scheme with a tired and tranquil look on his face, until he eventually falls asleep, his head now drooped onto Spamton's shoulder and his arm draped across his torso, gripping him tightly to keep the warmth close to him. When he finally does notice that the dull, yet so, so bright Blue Addison whom he doesn't even know the name of, has fallen asleep nuzzling him, he feels… content. Happy, even. His own arm gently holds Trademark close to himself, as well.
Spamton likes feeling wanted. Feeling needed. By someone, for once in years.
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They could both get used to expecting this to be a regular thing.
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#deltarune#addisons#spamton#my writing#oh i am so normal about them. holding them gently in my hands.#what if I said I already had another oneshot idea in my head for them. what if. what has HAPPENED to me how did these two make me WRITE#spamton x oc#addison oc#deltarune addisons#fanfiction#oneshot
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guys i can't be the only one who hasnt gotten the newsletter yet right...
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Almost familiar (Patreon)
#Doodles#Deltarune#Spamton#Pink Addison#A rare one-off#Doodle-thinking around the Adds missing Spamton as Addispam#Hide or move the features that don't match with memory#Though now that I think of it he kept the black shirt he just put a white turtleneck underneath it huh haha#I was mostly just thinking about the White feature since his chest hair is dark like the hair on his head haha#Pink you're covering his hair with your hand! His hair wasn't pink! Unless he could've done the colour-shifting as well haha#Only able to do pastels? :3c Hmm ♪#I like how their poses turned out ♪ Faces angled towards each other so close so far#Also did the nose-lip thing with Pink again haha it's a cute look#You have him back isn't that enough you greedy bastard <3
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OH MY GOD RTGAME FOUGHT SPAMTON??? AND NO ONE TOLD ME?????
#rtgame#spamton#head in hands guys. guys you dont know for how long i've waited for dan to play deltarune#but SPECIFICALLY bc i wanted to hear his berdly voice#actually crying i was so close to having it be reality#i will settle for his spamton voice AND his fucking god tier gamer skills though that shit rocks#maige's posts#maige's ramblings
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h. hi deltarune fandom,,, this is a crackship i swear,
#deltarune#deltarune oc#addison oc#pink addison#mike deltarune#deltarune addisons#casinos mikes: Aux#casinos ocs: Logo#congratulations logo. you get an oc tag#casinos art :]#I HAVE BEEN. SO NERVOUS ABOUT POSTING THIS. FOR NO REAL REASON#HEAD IN HANDS
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i think about the big shot glass sometimes
#spamton#deltarune#spamton deltarune#deltarune spamton#spamton g spamton#my art#sorry if this looks Off i think i need stronger glasses#tried to draw something anyways though because it has been Too Long#update w h y does this look terrible on my computer. sighs and puts my head in my hands Okay
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like yes i do want everyone working on deltarune to be treated well and not be rushed and burnt out so they can make it the best it can be etc etc but i am. so tired of waiting for new chapters i want new chapters SOOOOO BAD at this rate who knows what year the final chapter will be released??? the first chapter released when i was EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD im a completely different person now who will i be by the time this game is fully released
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The fact that ddjfbfhaerry old man old hands need him Now.
#luly talks#did. doe. s. the. f#sorry i was dehydrated anyway#does anyone remember i have a hand kink courtesy of my willem era?#all of my eras truly leave me with some kink or alternatively reinforce existing ones.#like of tje top of my head: pizza tower? weight gain. Deltarune? puppets (existing; reinforced)#saw? I'm not sure actually. i dont think anything was moved there. really vanilla comically enough#the human centipede? fucking someone's organs. dsaf? fucking someone's organs.#list goes on anyway i seriously almost forgot what i was saying#yeah no i need to get harry pregnant 👍
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... I really gotta stop coming up with wildly ambitious AU ideas.
#my posts#HEAD IN HANDS.#it's a much darker flavored Deltarune AU. similar vibes to Lynxgriffin's Eldritchrune. everything and everyone is terrifying#but it's fae and grimm's fairy tales instead of demons.#like. DANGEROUS fae. don't give strangers your name.#a world where magic is real and it hunts you in the night.#i'm currently calling it 'Changeling AU' and it's a bit unhinged#the 'kris' of that world is a fae changeling that was abandoned after their parents realized they weren't really their child :')#so the Dreemurrs took them in... even knowing what they are.#meanwhile the real HUMAN Kris was being raised by fae in the Other World so they're BOTH very weird and feral#i haven't figured out all the details but i know they find each other because the human Kris escaped and is trying to get home#while the changeling Kris is trying to figure out these strange and terrifying doorways that are appearing around town#not really realizing what's going on and that someone on the other side is knock knock knocking... :) they want out.#and of course i'm sure that goes MEGA bad because Kris realizes they were /replaced/ and this THING took their life#because they don't Get that Changelings have no idea they're not human and have no ill intentions. they're just Weird#the Changelings of this AU are meant to be a 'gift' by the fae; a 'perfect' child born from hopes and dreams for the future#they're very uncanny but don't have much magical ability on their own and are the closest to human that fae can get#since they're a fae specifically born from human feelings. it makes them a bit of a halfling in a sense.#Changeling Kris might even be actively benevolent... having witnessed Dess getting Taken and wanting to rescue her...#they just weren't expecting to find TWO lost kids in the dark.#anyway. it's a hellish AU and i'll probably never complete it#but god i just needed to ramble for a sec there lol#ROLLS AWAY BACK INTO THE VOID
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Hypothesis 1: Things with unsettling, ever-present grins are a deliberate motif intended to call to mind associations with Gaster
Hypothesis 2: Toby Fox just thinks creepy smiles are a frickin’ cool horror element, yo
#undertale#deltarune#gaster#evidence for hypothesis 1: mysteryman both secret bosses and 3/4th of the gaster followers (donut cat counts twice for having an extra#an extra head on hand) have creepy smiles#evidence for hypothesis 2: so do chara flowey and tenna's light-world form. none of whom have particularly clear connections to gaster#but who do have general spooky elements. alphys meanwhile is also potentially#related to gaster and doesn't have a creepy smile. neither do follower 1 (ficus licker) or clam girl#there are arguments either way for the tvs in the true lab#and spiders sans. who lives in a cave and smiles constantly to hide his crippling depression. is an outlier adn probably shouldn't becounted#anyway i'm tired and this is rambly
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Reminiscing the time Deltarune ch1 dropped. Truly no one does it like Toby.
#the buildup on twitter. the site. survey_program.exe#“YOU ACCEPT EVERYTHING THAT WILL HAPPEN FROM NOW ON.”#head in hands#no one does it like Toby#deltarune#babbles
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