#ambyulance

[unikhroma]

some concept art for SPAMTON HOUSE, my AU that i took a bit of a break on but i feel energized to get back to it! first two pics are npc concepts and the other two are of several indoor areas and the cyber city coast

[insertsona]

fun fact: weewoo

[zedleaked]

what if he "bites" too hard

uh..

[organizedchaotics]

So, not much changed.

[dividedsingularity]

A few Ambyus inspired by @calmparticles' incredible Ambyu-Lance and Virovirokun art! (seriously all art and Deltarune lovers go follow)

[manofthepipis]

AAAAAAA these are amazing!!!! :D

Some recent fan art I did over @manofthepipis lovely fic! (Plus a bonus scene that I literally dreamt about with the Abyu-Lance LMAO) But honestly, I’ve never been so obsessed with a fanfic like this one. All the characters are written so beautifully and are very dynamic! If you’re looking for a good hurt/comfort fic with Spam then this is like… the holy grail imo LMAO.

[lynxgriffin]

So, those enemies are: swatchlings, virovirokuns and ambyulances. I think the acid spitting ones are werewires, but what about the omega Flowey-looking things? Pop-ups?

(Also I love your posts)

Yes, that's all correct! The Poppups are honestly a little tough to change to Eldritch-looking since they already look pretty freaky!

(And thank you!)

[mx24]

For the ask, what's your favorite DR character design? And how does it compare to your favorite UT design?

bit long, so it's goin under a read more lol.

Deltarune: i really, really like Jevil's design. he's very fun to draw. love that he transforms into a scythe.

unordered honorable mentions: Seam, King, Giga Queen, Ambyulance, Virovirokun, Noelle, Susie, Kris, Ralsei, n Berdly.

as for Undertale: Knight Knight, i think. her armor with it's owl face and the helmet is hella cool (reminds me of the Titans, somewhat). her staff, Good Morningstar, is funny n includes my favorite weapon.

unordered honorable mentions: Asgore, Papyrus, Photoshop Flowey, God of Hyperdeath, Gyftrot, Amalgamates, and of course, Everyman.

Jevil and Knight Knight have quite different designs.

very glaring obvious one is the lack of color with Knight Knight. KK has a lot of moving individual parts but stays rooted, too, while Jevil is. yeah, himself. he moves a lot. they do both have a lot of black in their design, however.

[marketableplushieenthusiast]

Update: booted up Ch 2 to check on my saves, and proceeded to panic because neither was in the mansion or the basement.

I opened the one with fewer hours in the middle of Cyber City, and finally realized I could check my inventory to confirm if I had accidentally saved over his fight or not. Thankfully, I had no Dealmakers, and the Loaded Disk sat securely in my key items, but then why was I in the middle of the city instead of the basement?

And as I stared at my armor, I began to wonder why I had so many Amber Cards. And then it hit me.

I was trying to fill my inventory so he would yell at me after the fight.

So I guess I have that to do.

Inside me are two wolves.

One recognizes the Spamton NEO fight as horrifying and disturbing, even spared on a regular route, both for Spamton himself and Kris (or whoever gets slotted in the betrayed player spot in the dozen different crossover AUs I have bouncing around my brain). It is his ultimate mental breakdown, the freedom he wanted all this time being just out of reach, so he turns on the one person who went out of their way to help him. Kris is terrified and disheartened, but fights for their life anyway, and just when it looks like they got through to him - just as Spamton realizes that, for once, someone didn't give up on him - he falls. Because that's what happens when a puppet's strings are abruptly, forcibly cut. And Kris gets to see this play out right in front of them. Spamton's only hope is to give up his desperation, his passion, his hope that has kept him going all this time, and settle for less, and Kris is notably distraught afterwards. And I know all this. It's why I became so obsessed with it in the first place.

The other wolf freaking loves the thing. Gets all excited and giddy just thinking about it. The cutscene lead up is so terrifyingly, awesomely tense, the music SLAPS, the yellow soul mechanics and attacks are so FUN. Despite the meta storytelling - the very reason I love Deltarune and Undertale so much - silently judging it, I have a save file set permanently before the Spamton NEO fight just so I can go refight him. (And I am THIS CLOSE to booting it up rn-)

The inherent contradiction of being invested in the characters' perspectives and arcs and wanting to take them seriously, but also wanting to go replay some of their most traumatic moments for FUN because WHEEEEEEEEEEE-

Ugh.

[rockman-x]

the person who

designed some deltarune ch2 characters (hacker, ambyulance, poppup, fommt)

made franken rpg

made mickey's dick smasher i think

drew cut man once and WAAA HE's SO CUTE.....

[ascendedlordboy]

ok whatever i’m posting these here.

these are my whole three (3) spamton flavors. at this point they’re expies.

top left is Lazarus; a spamton from a Snowgrave route. after kris left, gaster saved him from an uncertain fate and he was “born anew”. he’s basically now a priest trying to ensnare other darkners (and lightners if he’s lucky enough) into worship of the void :] he still sells a lot of useless junk but i think you can guess what kind.

top right is Ezra, my most biblically accurate spamton who i’ve posted before! in his big shot era and instead of autos he sells homes. he’s a geocities guy. too bad it will all go to the shitter eventually!

at the bottom is Greyson, initially made as a Spamton antithesis. after spamton’s downfall they took him, erased and/or modified everything that made him who he is(was), and put into a dubious “security” megacorp. started as an anti-spam, anti-virus assistant but right now it’s a roaming officer-nurse (i need to make up a title lol) working alongside ambyulances and other reprogrammed cyber city darkners.

[insertsona]

new deltarune ocs just dropped and im incredibly fond of them

youguys should send me asks about them !!! iwanna talk abt them

[acemmetry]

A Poor Man's Dilemma / Prologue p.2

(Available here!)

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Somewhere deep within the Trash Zone, hidden in the scaffolding of the rollercoaster tracks above, sat a shop.

It didn't look like much, this shop. The only thing that made it stand out from the rest of the dump was its door. Though the knob and hinges were a little rusted, it was in otherwise great condition, as if someone had been maintaining it.

Something so clean in a place so dirty would naturally look out of place. So, of course, with your interest piqued, you'd go inside to investigate.

The first thing you'd see would be the mural of the sky painted on the wall. If you had the gall to, you'd comment about how rushed it looked, seeing as the yellow of the sun and the white of the clouds bled onto the blue backdrop. Though the colors went well together, they just didn't look nice when they were all drippy.

If you averted your gaze to the right, you'd see a stool illuminated by a single beam of light. Atop the stool was a black rotary phone, which would occasionally ring despite not being plugged into anything. Whenever it did, the noise would dig into your ears, causing you to blank out for a second.

The only other object worth any note was the cardboard box in the middle of the room. It sat just beneath the mural, positioned as though it were a table. What was it used for? Storage? Sleeping? Negotiating sweet deals? Who knew?

The real kicker was that none of it was real.

It was all an illusion, made in the hopes of appealing to lightners customers.

The mural? A depiction of Heaven. Anyone careless enough to gaze upon it would find themselves lost in its all-encompassing light. But take that away, and they'd be desperate for more. It was a guarantee for repeat customers.

The phone? It-

He...

...

He was a busy man! The constant ringing was to remind you of that. Yes sir, he was a big shot (the biggest!), and he often didn't have time for other things. The fact he had made space for you in his busy schedule meant that you were a valued customer! And if you thought you were a valued customer, you'd swing by the shop more often and buy something!

The box? That...

He couldn't find a table small enough to fit within his shop. Embarrassing, yes, but it served its purpose well enough to be considered one. Beggars very well couldn't be choosers, now could they?

And the owner of that shop? The creator of that illusion? The very "he" you'd been hearing so much about?

Why, it was none other than Spamton G. Spamton, the #1 rated salesman of the year 1997!

He had worked hard to get to where he got. Waited so long to become the big shot he'd always dreamed of being. No longer was he to be the email guy! Wasn't his tenacity just admirable? He had finally become someone important!

And like all important people, he'd hit a slump. His friends had abandoned him, his sales all went down the drain, and he was reduced to living in a garbage can. But it wasn't anything he couldn't bounce back from! He was years into his slump, and he was doing just fine!

...

There was a reason he had been such a lousy salesman in the past. He couldn't tell a convincing enough lie to save his life.

Which was what he was doing now. Lying.

To himself.

...

......

.........

Today had gone well, compared to most days.

Today, Spamton had managed to steal a first aid kit from an unsuspecting Ambyulance. With it, he could clean and bandage the little cuts that ran up and down his arms.

His last excursion into the mansion had led to an unfortunate encounter with one of Queen's various pottery pieces. What had happened was quite silly, in hindsight.

Simply put, he had tripped and caught himself on a vase. In turn, it had shattered under his weight, embedding little pieces of broken glass into his arms.

At the time, he had been able to ignore it because of adrenaline. But when he had made it to safety, away from the mansion staff, the adrenaline died down, and he became acutely aware of the agony his arms were in. He had spent the rest of the night pulling out as many pieces of glass as he could.

He couldn't afford a doctor, that much was clear. Why else would he steal a first aid kit? It wasn't as if anyone was willing to help him, anyway. As far as he knew, everyone hated him.

Spamton groaned as the bandages he had wrapped around his arms came loose once again. It didn't matter how tight he made them; if they weren't properly tied, they'd quickly become undone. He'd give up trying altogether were it not for the necessity of keeping his body in tip-top shape.

In all honesty, he didn't care what happened to his body. It was nothing more than a broken puppet.

A puppet's purpose was to dance on the strings pulled by a higher being. He had long dreamed of dancing on his own, free of another being's control. But with the body he was born with, that could never be possible.

His strings had been abandoned cut. Theoretically, he should be able to do as he pleased. It was only a matter of time before But because a puppet was useless without its strings, he was doomed to sit and decay destined to wait for another master.

Just an old, forgotten toy in the ongoing game of life.

...

He didn't care what happened to his body. He just needed to keep it functioning long enough to reach NEO.

With NEO, he could dance. He wouldn't need strings or masters. He could call his own shots! He could reach...

Heaven.

NEO was everything he could ever want, everything he could ever hope to be. With NEO, he wouldn't be a puppet.

...

He'd be an angel.

...

If only those stupid mansion staff would stop getting in his way. They didn't understand the power of NEO! They couldn't even begin to understand what that heaven-piercing body promised

They didn't know just how trapped they were from within the confines of this world. That body was- it was freedom, something he'd been fighting for so long to have.

He was tired of fighting. So, so tired.

But it would all be over soon. He was close, he could feel it. With this last plan, NEO would finally be his, and he could finally reach Heaven.

For now though, he'd wait. If this was going to be his last attempt, Spamton needed to be at peak performance to avoid any slip ups. Mistakes were not an option, not when he was this close.

If he failed...

...

......

.........

He wouldn't fail.

(Originally written 7/25/22)

[organizedchaotics]

You ever wonder about how Ambyu-lances kiss? No? Just me? Okay.

[pap03]

(This and the similar Virovirokun-Ambyulance infinite grind glitch has since been patched to my knowledge)

Want an infinite level glitch? When you first get Noelle, backtrack a screen to the poppup by the three cones. Have the Poppup multiply by clicking it Attack the Poppup that was just spawned. You might need to do this with physical damage, not iceshock. Click the poppup again Spare both Leave the screen and come back. They should have respawned Now you can unleash the true power of Noelle

Huh, neat

[delightfullyquirkydoodles]

It’s been like eighty years since I posted my art online, so forgive me if my skills are a little rusty. I just HAD to draw the Chapter Two crew.