#spamster

[galeofquarterdeep]

I hope the person who had the idea to put that hamster into mass effect is having a great day

Space hamster. Spamster?

[teddys-shion]

MICHAEL SHEPARD • • • Happy birthday, Mjölnir!

[whack-patty]

Certified blorbo interaction

[sweetmetrospams]

So I have good news

I finally got a job

[sans-joke-book]

I imagine there's an alternate reality called Rodentrune, and everyone's favorite character is Spamster.

[bandyidk]

W.G. Spamster

idk i just got an idea and drew it

[imagination-confusion]

Is it wrong of me to put a spamton encounter in my campaign chapter twice

never enough spamster

[hickoryhorneddevils]

cant find my original post for this but when i said lemmings are like if spiders were a type of hamster and im still right. anytime i see one of those fuckers i go yea... spamster.....

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

My half of a trade with @frozenhi-chews... sorry it took me a decade ^^'

Pancake x Spamton, a rough night

As Pancake finally began to sit down from a rather stressful day on the job she heard a bang on the door. Sighing she stood up making no effort to hide her annoyance yet as she looked out the door her expression quickly changed to one of worry. "Oh, hey Spamster… are you, okay?" She asked, already knowing the answer, from his dishevelled appearance, slightly torn-up suit, and crooked semi broken glasses it was clear that he wasn't. "Course I Am [[Doll]]! Just A Bit [[broken-down]] Is All." He laughed sheepishly, to which Pancake solemnly nodded before letting him.

It wasn't that big of a surprise he didn't want to talk about it, he ironically wasn't that big on talking about his life (or at least the less savoury parts) especially with someone he could consider an actual [[PayPal]]. And she especially didn't want to force him to talk about anything so she made her way over to the couch to sit next to him, turning on the tv to watch an episode of "Queen Live: Tonight!". Yet as she saw Spamton shiver she couldn't just leave him like that, so somewhat swallowing her nerves she told him "Look, I'm not going to pry into whatever happened out there, but I'm offering you to stay with me for the night or at least borrow my clothes, I don't think it would be healthy for you to return to the dump after whatever just happened." Spamton looked at her a bit confused before nodding, making his way to her room to put on clothes a few sizes too big, still she had to admit, he was somewhat cute in them.

"I think I'll take you up on that offer [[Tootsie-Roll]]" him then sitting back on the couch, making fun of Queen all the while. It was the next morning and suffice to say Spamton was rather shocked and to find himself instead of being crushed by a garbage bag, being covered by a relatively comfy duvet, it was the kind of thing he hadn't felt in a while… Hopping out of the bed and meandering his way over to the kitchen he was even more surprised to see Pancake making breakfast, yet still he went over to the table and waited to get served. "Ah, good to know you're finally up, Spam-man." She laughed slightly, setting down his breakfast, which was a pile of pancakes. "Fitting." He chuckled before taking a bite.

Fin

[curious-minx]

Hey! Look over here! This is NOT SPAM! Get $$$! Get ORB

I haven’t been on Tumblr.

I haven’t been on even though Deadpool joined.

I haven’t bothered posting about much of anything, because the Internet is made for bots and spamsters; fans and haters. I like to believe I am none of these things and more. I am a depressive, pot smoking, clean water enthusiast. I am constantly recovering from the psyche terrorism that simply being alive in 2023 in NYC can cause everyday. And no, I am not a New Yorker nor will ever be one. I simply don’t want car. Anyway, whenever I open any of my dormant social media accounts whether it is Tumblr or IG all I ever see is the spammy siren call of a mid, never my type, cyber scammer wanting me. Wanting my time, money and attention. Joke’s on them! I am in the red except with time and time allows me to introspectively masturbate away all future and past regrets. 

And yet. I must open up and lay my soul to bare. To do it if for nothing else to appease my under heated haters. Haters come out wherever you are! I know you followed me from the atease Radiohead message board where you lovingly photoshopped my picture on a bukake. That kind of cyberbullying took real effort. Dudes rock. Gender dysphoria and depression and late capitalism. Dudes soft. 

Jenny Hval somehow is popular as Taylor Swift in my cyber reality and all these girlies cannot stop themselves. Brian Wilson is alive but also a ghost. There are artists painting sunsets that appear better than actual sunsets. Using New Mexico browns, pinks and mysterious blues. Colors that no nail appliqué can even show. Cinema used to be brighter and less dull. I want to live in a world bursting with color where all land privatization has been overturned. I want to frolic and mosey in the woods all my life long. I simply no longer see the desire to labor, to shed myself for any kind of corporation. I used to want to be an actor someone you could really build a parasocial relationship with. Get that branded bag! But now I want to be a blurry sepia photo hiding in your neon hotel bible drawer sans bible. The picture looks like a friend I had back in highschool who lost his tooth in a basketball game gone awry. Aside from the photo there’s only a turquoise flask with a rosy cartoon saxophone in the drawer. Taking up space. Good thing I don’t drink anymore. Too vain for that kind of dehydration. And it’s all been done to death. 

I am a proud day into night sleeper. I want to sleep longer than the lady in My Year of Rest and Relaxtion. I want to rip harder than van Winkle. And no one can take away what makes us dysfunctional. Sure, every employer, land owner and any other genteel, fair tormentor knows and claims ownership of what makes you good and special, but the parts of myself that make The Neurotypical, Action Figure Owners, Capital Shakers, Christian Trap and Traitors, And Workaholic Girl Bosses shiver and sick with disgust. Those parts of myself: The vanity, the sloth and dreaminess that can be xeroxed, entered into infinite search engines and reconfigured Bigger and Better. Bigger and better closet space. Bigger and better floor plan space. Oh this annex of the apartment would be perfect for my ring light rig! And you could use this as your crafting galaxy! I can really see me making content in a place like this. 

LISTENING TO:

[thedevilscarnival]

list of bitches spamton is heavily implied to have been with in this sweepstakes event: swatch, queen, gaster, mike list of bitches spamton is explicitly stated to have been divorced with in this sweepstakes event: jevil

[ophthalmotropy]

I'll never be one to understate the appeal of making each other worse/manipulation/power imbalance/mutual loneliness. But where is my content of Spamton and Gaster bonding over being utter weirdo dumbasses?

[sweetmetrospams]

Ok then, so I have another series that I am working on, and this one is called...

👁🪽Mutant-Man: Freakish World Curiosities🪽👁

It is about Mutant-Man, the hideous doppelganger of the famous Pac-Man, discovering a new weird world called the "Playhouse World", a weirdcore-like world full of many adventurous paths. He has to go through the many paths alongside his new partner, Della, while confronting the Ghosts as well, who are acting kinda suspicious. It is up to Mutant-Man and Della to keep the weird world in peace and happiness, as well as making new friends along the way.

[clovenhoney]

i just think spamton should be with a morally ambiguous man who is at least 3 times bigger than he is. its what he deserves.

[deerskullsystem]

SOMEONE please tell us to update things when we go home

[bluefirecas]

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