#swatchton kid

[petra-creat0r]

eheheh

Swatchton kids redesigns

Gradiant and Buckette are very much opposites.

[monofazz]

Forgot to post to main 🩷🧡

[ne0nwithazero]

Big sister Clippa and Little Brother Speckle 💜💙💛

[toondisneyartz]

Merry Christmas from the Underground

Well, since it is Christmas today, I decided to make a piece where some of the Undertale/Deltarune characters have a warm get-together. 

Bonus drawing:

Alphys, Annoying dog, Kris Dreemurr, Mettaton, Monster Kid, Muffet, Napstablook, Noelle Holiday, Papyrus, Ralsei, Sans, Spamton, Susie, Swatch, Toriel, and Undyne are all owned by Toby Fox Made using Procreate

[eldritchcharles]

I love Swatchton and I have a fanchild for the ship but i swear they'd be horrible parents.

Spamton for obvious reasons (dude is batshit crazy and would try and drag his kid into his shenanigans) Swatch though? On the surface they'd seem like a good parent but you can't convince me they wouldn't be both overprotective AND neglectful. They will hide all the harsh truths to 'protect' their kid and when bad things do happen they'll just take out their metaphorical rose-tinted glasses and refuse to acknowledge the deeper issues.

I love them so much but don't let them have kids.

[reginalusus]

hii umm twoface and maybe even spamton?? for tha list thingy you reblogged a while ago 😇 hi

Tumblr seriously need to make an option to group asks or something (maybe they have and I just missed it). Anyway, I'm just gonna put it all in the one post!

Spamton - Favourite thing: Literally how good of a concept he is. A malware/virus/spam email personified into a sleazy, villainous salesman with a vocal tic? I adore that. Also he’s relatable. - Least favourite thing: IDK if this question has to actually relate to the canon-ness of the character. There’s nothing about him I particularly dislike? I can’t think of anything in terms of canon. I can certainly think of things outside of canon but I’m not counting that. - Favourite line: He has so many, ughhhh, but I always quote: “KID! I’M BUSY BECOMING [God]. GO PLAY [Minecrap] OR SOMETHING!” - BroTP: Spamton and Crypton/Blue Addison. - OTP: I honestly don’t really ship him with anyone but I do enjoy Swatchton sometimes. - NoTP: Spamton and Kris. Fucking stop. - Random headcanon: So fucking many but the first that comes to mind is that he shivers/gets panicky when he hears a phone ring due to his PTSD. - Unpopular opinion: Again, IDK if this has to relate to the canon-ness, but I’m just going to stick with that, so… I don’t think he’s as absurdly short as most people depict him as. - Song I associate him with: The obvious fucking answer is BIG SHOT, but I’m not counting that since it’s his canon theme. I’ve really gotta go with Welcome to the Internet by Bo Burnham. It’s chaotic and fast and literally sounds like a huge salesman's pitch for the internet. It suits him uncannily well. - Favourite picture: Again, does this have to be canon? Gonna go with this one:

Lips! Kissing!

Two-Face/Harvey Dent -Favourite thing: How the fuck am I supposed to pick one thing- ok, fine, again, like Spamton, it’s the concept of him. An ex-lawyer who is split between serving justice the genuine way (the way he had always intended) or in the most extreme, horrifying way (the way he had always intended to stop) and acting as a foil to the hero who also has two personas. That’s a watered down version. Also he’s relatable. - Least favourite thing: Again, I can’t think of anything. I guess his whole thing with Renee was shitty. I do enjoy that story but, like, Harvey, don’t do that! - Favourite line: This man has many good lines, how can I pick- ok, the one that I think about a lot is: “We know the truth. You aren’t Bruce Wayne. Jim Gordon and I, we didn’t strike a deal with Bruce Wayne. And it sure as hell’s not Bruce Wayne waiting on the rooftops each night. This is who you are. See, we get it, Bruce. It’s not the face you’re given. It’s the face you choose.” - BroTP: Harvey and Jason. Though I view it more as an uncle/nephew thing rather than mere friends. - OTP: Again, like Spamton, I don’t necessarily ship him with anyone but I am an enjoyer of TwoBats/BruHarvey. - NoTP: Harvey with any of the (former) Robins. I have seen this and don't like it. Thankfully it really isn't common or popular. - Random headcanon: I have so manyyyyyyy, but one is that both Harvey and Two-Face MUST have everything in their living space EXACTLY how they want it. If anyone so much as moves something, scratches something, puts something somewhere else, they will know and they will go mental. - Unpopular opinion: I surprisingly think I have a few unpopular takes on him, I think, but… I guess it isn’t unpopular to say that Harvey’s boss fight in Arkham Knight was stupid and disappointing. However, it may be unpopular to say that this MF should NOT be easy to take down. He is a tough bastard, IDGAF. - Song I associate with him: Fuck, quite a few, but I’m gonna go with Psycho by Muse. If you interpret the lyrics as Two-Face speaking to Harvey, it becomes a song that is uncannily perfect about how his DID takes over him. - Favourite picture: HOW TF AM I SUPPOSED TO PICK ONE- Fine, I fucking love this one:

It’s been my Discord banner for ages. Look at him. Only a depressed fucking mess sleeps like that. Absolute husband material.

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane - Favourite thing: Literally how he gives off strong cringefail loser vibes but has the means to psychologically ruin you for life. His 'power' is literally my worst nightmare. I'd really not spend longer in my head than I have to, thanks, Jon. - Least favourite thing: TBH I haven't read/consumed enough Scarecrow stories to pick something, so I can't really answer. - Favourite line: "And at the end of fear, oblivion!" - There's something quite harrowing about this. - BroTP: Again, I haven't consumed enough Scarecrow media to give a true answer to these sort of questions. I do like the idea of Harley and Jon being friends though. They were both Arkham doctors and basically became the patients they'd evaluate. They'd have lit convos. - OTP: AGAIN, I'm not the biggest shipper. I don't actually know if I'd ship Jon with anyone? I do enjoy some ScRiddler art. - NoTP: Hmmm... again, not enough info. Scarecrow fans, feel free to let me know which ships you hate. - Random headcanon: He hates horror movies. He thinks the vast majority are wasted potential and can't stand shitty slasher stuff. Perhaps he even wants to write a horror movie. - Unpopular opinion: I don't know if this is not all that unpopular, but... I actually really like Arkham Knight Scarecrow. His design is neat, I love his fucking syringe hands, his voice is so soothing and calm which is a good juxtaposition to his character. I enjoy him. - Song I associate with him: IDK why but Spooky Scary Skeletons by Andrew Gold, help- not that it suits him, but I feel like it would be a guilty pleasure of his. - Favourite picture: It's gotta be this one:

I just fucking love how silly he looks here, the big goofball. /pos

[tvlandofficiall]

Do you partake in any shipping in deltarune? Also commentary on Kris and Ralsei.

Back in chapter one it felt more cutesey but because of all the Player stuff going on it feels much less chill now.

not a fan of krisei – ralsei's similarities to kris' brother make it uncomfortable for me, the amount of power us&kris have over him right now makes it uncomfortable for me, and i headcanon both of them as aromantic. in general i don't really like nor care about any of the ships between the kids besides suselle. teen romance tends not to be my thing.

im more partial to the darkner divorce crew myself. swatchton and seavil are my two big ones, but i also like swatch queen and spamton as a trio, spamqueen, swatchseam, queenseam, and one-sided queenkaard, among some others. on the lightner side of things i also enjoy dessbratty and papymayor; and undertaleways i like papyton and mayoriel (mayor holiday and toriel).

[sylphidine]

[Fic] Call Signs, Chapter 38

Fandom: Deltarune

‘Verse: Human AU

Pairings: Swatch/Spamton [Swatchton]; Spamton/T.M. [Spamager], GiGi/Leroux [QueenKaard]

Characters: Spamton Addison, Eos Addison, Swatch Paletta, Indigo Dyer, Catechu Dyer, Julius Dyer, Endora the Third, Desiree Dyer, T.M. Tinker, GiGi McCray, Leroux Kaard, Lance O'Toole, Kirov Rouvin

Rating: Mature

Chapter title: Scooby-Dooby Doors

Chapter summary: The days leading up to the Seeds of Peace Festival, as seen through varying points of view.

Author notes: Content warning for discussion of alcohol consumption, plus a [possible] hallucinatory experience.

Special thanks to @cozylittleartblog for permission to reference her QueenKaard comics. They've shaped a lot of the way I write GiGi, Leroux, and Lance.

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FRIDAY NIGHT, THE FIRST OF APRIL

Spamton had never seen a DVD hiccup like this one. Steve Sharples’ “Bolero” played out over the closing credits of MOULIN ROUGE!, and then kept looping back to play again. He’d seen audio tracks looped like this on YouTube, but a DVD doing it was new to him.

One heck of a coincidental scratch , he thought after the fourth time, and pushed his glasses up to rub at his eyes.

The music stopped in mid-chord, and the word “truth” was frozen in pixels on the screen

Huh?

And then it resumed with the orchestral flourish and the unfurling of the remaining words ”beauty, freedom, but above all, love.”

Definitely unsettled now, not knowing whether or not this was the first hallucination he’d had in months, he leaned over to poke a sleepy Eos.  “M-movie’s over.”

His eldest brother came back to attention at Spamton’s words and reached for the remote, turning the 85-inch flat screen TV off. “So what did you think this time, seeing it as an adult rather than as a kid?”

“Hmmmm.” Spamton wanted to give a serious answer, since this was obviously one of his sibling’s favorite movies. “C-can I be honest? I think the f-fact of Zidler and the Diamond D-Dogs losing their - their livelihood and their home is a LOT m-more tragic than Satine dying.”

He didn’t bother to explain that losing one’s livelihood and home might be just a touch relatable. No need to ruin an evening of family bonding.

Eos nodded in response to his statement. “Same here.  I like the IDEA of love as much as anyone, but that big romance between Christian and Satine?  That was mutual obsession, not love.  Satine was street-savvy, she knew the risks of stringing the Duke along and not delivering, but she let Christian’s infatuation blind her.  The pair of them were oblivious.  THAT’S not love.”

Warming to his topic, Eos continued, “When I’ve seen people in love, truly in love, they’re MORE aware of everyone around them, not less.” He leaned over and poked Spamton back.  “I think you might know a little more about that now than you did a few years ago.”

“G-Guilty as charged.” And Spamton did actually feel guilty for what felt like hours of rhapsodizing over his partners and monopolizing the conversation.  He could blame the booze for that. 

Digging out the special vanilla bean ice cream for dessert had turned into making a pitcherful of frozen Brandy Alexanders, the drinking of which had definitely loosened Spamton’s tongue and had made both Eos and him quite sentimental.  An over-the-top lushly romantic movie had seemed the perfect thing two hours ago, but he was starting to feel he didn’t know his eldest brother any better now than he did before he’d gotten off the train.

Spamton got up from the couch and sighed. “G-Guess it’s time to call it a n-night.” It was coming up on midnight, too late to text Trez. He could probably get away with shooting a quick note to Swatch, but figured it would be better to wait until morning.  

Eos got up too and wagged his finger at his baby brother. “You’ll come talk to me if you can’t sleep, right?  I’m here to listen, you know.  It means a lot to me that you WANT to talk to me.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“I will. And I’ll c-c-come running if I have a n-nightmare.”

“See that you do.”

SATURDAY NIGHT, THE SECOND OF APRIL

Swatch woke up abruptly when a small heat-seeking missile unerringly found its target. worming its way under their outstretched arm.  

They had been lying spread-eagled on their front, taking up as much of the bed as possible, and hadn’t heard the bedroom door open.  They rolled back onto their side and pulled Spamton into a hug, sleepily kissing his cheeks, his nose, and finally his mouth.

“Welcome home,” they rasped. “Your nose is cold.”

“And you’re w-warm. Too warm. Like - like ‘running a f-f-fever’ too warm. Are you alright?”

“Eh, I’ll live. I went on a wilderness walk today and might have gotten a little bit soaked through.”

“M-might have?”

“Okay, I definitely got soaked. I fell into a marshy bit.”

“Swatch.” It was completely dark in the room, and Spamton’s voice was firm now. “Why were you in - in a marshy bit?”

“Looking for pussy willows?”

“Pussy willows.” The small man sighed. “Well, that - that explains the v-v-vases all over the living room.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” Swatch leaned in for another kiss. “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.”

“I’d say it was because I m-missed you, but really it was b-b-b-because it’s supposed t-to rain tomorrow and Eos didn’t - didn’t want me to - to risk his precious record albums on the tr-train, so he drove me b-back here..”  Spamton anticipated Swatch’s next question.”And n-no, he didn’t just round-trip it back to - to Purchase. The f-family has a c-condo on the Upper East Side.”

“Indeed. Why am I not surprised.” They yawned, their hands wandering over their partner’s body. They commented groggily, “You poor thing. You seem to have lost your clothes somewhere between here and the front door.  Let me warm you up.”

“Mmmmm.”

“Mmmmmm.”

MONDAY NIGHT, THE FOURTH OF APRIL

Julius Dyer opened the apartment door with one hand before either Catechu or Indigo could dig out their keys.  With the other hand, he clasped a fat black cat to his chest and shoulder.

“Conquered without a fight, huh? It’s good of you to have taken Endora in until I get settled.” T.M. grinned at the twins’ dad from where she stood just behind them, a pastry box in her hands. The tall man moved back from the doorway so he could let his sons and adopted niece in.

“Girl, this kitty is keener on sports than half the folks I work with. She’s my ESPN buddy, isn’t that right, Endy?”

The cat nuzzled Julius at the sound of her nickname, and Catto smirked at the sight. “You gonna get her a little Knicks bandanna, Dad?”

“Sure thing I am.  And maybe a Mets blanket.” Julius led everyone into the living room and let Endora the Third hop out of his hold onto the couch. “Soon as she learns not to paw at the scrolly thing on the television.”

“It’s called a ticker, Dad.” Indo wrapped an arm over his father’s shoulder and steered him towards the kitchen, saying, “When’s dinner, what’s for dinner, and can I help?”

“Desiree’s home in an hour, dinner is chicken and rice casserole, and I don’t gotta be asked twice to have you do some of the chopping.”

T.M. put the box on the kitchen island, rubbed her stomach happily, and then grabbed Catto's hand. “C’mon, big fella. Let’s see how much of my stuff is downstairs in storage so I know what I have to deal with next month when I move, wherever I move.”

Catto followed her to the elevator, mock-groaning. “And I’ll bet you’re betting on me and my bro carrying it all, six flights of stairs in some walkup.”

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmaybe.”

“Good thing you’re my sis.”

Later, as dinner was winding down, Desiree was the first to bring up rental possibilities for T.M. Ticking the points off on her fingers, she said, “There’s co-living sites, furnished rooms, and there’s apartments.  I can do a referral for you for Cohabs up in Harlem, if you want.”

“Ugh Sure, I’d have a private room and I wouldn’t have to worry about furniture, but it would be like living in a cage unless I wanted to socialize with twenty-three roommates. I did enough of that in the dorms with GiGi and her entourage. And isn’t Cohabs just for short-term remote work dweebs?”

“I think the acceptable term nowadays is ‘digital nomad’, honey. At least that’s what our office calls them. You’re right though, I can’t see it as a long-term solution for you.”

“Where does that leave me, though?”

An unspoken conversation had apparently taken place behind T.M.’s back, because Catto and Indo swooped in to grab everyone’s empty plates, and Julius, an apron wrapped around his middle, was making shooing motions. “Go talk shop, Dez, we’ve got this.”

His wife laughed as she got up from the table. “C’mon, Tab- I mean, Therese, we can finish this in the den.”

T.M. followed her, waggling her fingers at the three men and tossing the words, “Don’t eat all the crumb cake I brought, save some for us when we’re done” over her shoulder.

After half an hour of discussing the salary that T.M. would be getting at WNYC, her expected expenses for commuting on the subway, clothing, and food, Desiree went over some of the current listings her agency had for furnished and unfurnished apartments they had on file.  The results were grim, to say the least.

They both reluctantly agreed that the only real choices that fit T.M.’s budget were either studios in Kingsbridge near the college, which would be a long commute at the best of times, or a shared apartment in downtown Manhattan, with all the risks involved in living with strangers.

“Swatch isn’t going to have it any easier, you know,” Desiree pointed out. 

“I do know, even with their higher pay. And Swatch isn’t as, shall we say, gregarious, as your boys are. I don’t see Swatch wanting roommates.”

“Not even the man Swatch is dating?”

T.M. flinched, and hoped against hope that Desiree hadn’t seen her flinch.

No such luck. The older woman sighed, then seemed to make up her mind as to what to say.

“I know I have no real right to butt in, but I think of you as being one of my kids, especially with how useless your mama is.  And a little bird told me that you’re seeing Swatch’s boyfriend on the side—”

“It’s not on the side!  Swatch knows all about it. And they’re alright with it.”

To her credit, Desiree visibly was giving some thought to the implications of that remark and didn’t just rush in with a condemning reply. She did draw in a few deep breaths, and then softly asked, “Honey, are you being safe?”

T.M. knew exactly what was being asked, and something in her chest ached.  This was the mother she should have had.  This was the kind of talk she should have been able to have with her own mother. Sitting in an apartment right above the one where she used to live, it felt like miles and decades between here and now and her old pre-college life.

She couldn’t help the waver in her voice when she answered, “Yes, Desiree, I’m being safe. I’ve been on birth control for years, and I’m not having what you’d think of as sex right now anyway.” Her attempt at her usual grin faltered as she added, “Gave it up for Lent.”

She was reassured when the other woman gave a snort and snarked back at her, “That isn’t what I asked, Dr. Ruth.” 

“Really.” T.M. looked her adopted aunt straight in the eyes. “We’re just having fun. No strings.”

Desiree closed her laptop and turned in her chair, holding her arms out to T.M. “C’mere. If I can’t stop you from breaking your own heart by pretending you don't have one, I can at least give you a hug.”

WEDNESDAY NIGHT, THE SIXTH OF APRIL

Timing is everything , Spamton thought to himself as he blew his nose for what felt like the thousandth time.

Swatch’s “wilderness trek” and wet feet had resulted in Swatch having one - ONE! - day of sniffles, and then they were as right as rain, whereas Spamton was still completely congested and wheezing. He figured that navigating trains and subways had given his system enough of a petri dish that Swatch’s cold had knocked him out harder than it had Swatch.  He’d missed three days of classes, had called out of his radio show last night, and had reluctantly canceled the “dancing” part of the upcoming dance marathon on Saturday, although he fully intended to make up the amount of the monetary pledges he’d gathered out of his own pocket.

There was no way Spamton was missing out on the DJing part of the marathon, though. He’d laid his hands on a Daft Punk cosplay helmet; the visor was big enough that he could wear eyewear under it. Between the helmet, his pink and yellow shades behind the tinted charcoal glass visor, and the vocoder, DJ Dreamweaver’s identity could stay a secret.

He sighed, thinking of the lost opportunities to cut a metaphorical rug with either Trez or Swatch. Much to Spamton's surprise, Swatch had signed up for two separate hours of dancing, times to be determined. Unlike the fierce competition for pledges that had been flaring for weeks between Trez and Leroux as they hit all the local businesses in Kingsbridge, Swatch was being quietly sanguine by raising money in their old Queens neighborhood through the members of their aunt and uncle’s church parish.

And speaking of church, Spamton had to talk to his siblings about the verbal invitation for Easter weekend that he had gotten from Indigo yesterday,  passed along from Indo's parents. Apparently the Easter morning sunrise service at Rockaway Beach was an annual thing for all the Dyers and their extended family.

For the Addisons, Easter as an ecclesiastical thing had gotten less and less important over the years since their parents' death; they really only went to church as a family on Christmas Eve.  But Spamton could still remember some of the High Masses and midnight Easter Vigil services from when he was very, very young. The organ music, the chanting in Latin, the candlelight had all stuck in his head as something dreamy and marvelous, but had faded with time.

Indo had mentioned that Catto's girlfriend Kendra had also been invited, so this probably wasn't a setup for Spamton to be getting the shovel talk.

Maybe not.

Probably not.

His nose started running again, and with a sigh, he reached for another tissue.

THURSDAY NIGHT, THE SEVENTH OF APRIL

He finished decanting the liquid into the final two mason jars.  Once the boiled fruit cooled, the jars could be refrigerated until Saturday morning.

Kirov had put two of his roommates to work to help him cut up cherries, plums, and peaches. He had wheedled his floor’s RA into letting him use the kitchen in the RA suite to make kompot for the Seeds of Peace festival.

His study group for Doctor Hashimoto's history class were going to be manning a stall there. The chilled fruit drink, a reminder of his childhood, was going to be his contribution to solicit donations.  He'd also gone down by subway last weekend and had splurged on twelve bottles of Monastery Kvass with Black Currant from a Ukrainian grocery store in the East Village.

There was one more ingredient, of course. He had handled processing the berries himself, and would add their juice later, at the event itself.

The finishing touch.  A taste of home.

This was turning into an expensive exercise, if the cost of the mason jars he’d ordered from Amazon were added in.

But it was for a good cause.

Supposedly.

Kirov had very complicated feelings about the political situation in Eastern Europe, but they all came down to the firm belief that he no longer could claim Russia or Chechnya as his home. He wanted to be American.

American men could love other American men, after all.

And so what if he'd been unlucky in love so far? He was going to find someone to love, no matter who he had to push aside to do it.

In the meantime, he was going to do the American thing and help raise money for the oppressed.

FRIDAY NIGHT, THE EIGHTH OF APRIL

"It is time for sleep, mine prince, and time to giveth the MP3 player a rest. We will all listen to some lovely music tomorrow." "Are you gonna dance?"

"Yes, but thou willst not get to watch unless you sleepeth."

"Okay."  Lance was more than half asleep by this point, and let Leroux pull the covers up to his chin without any further protest.  "This is going to be the best birthday ever. Night, lesser dad. Love you."

"I love you too, my son. When thou wakest, thou wilt be..."

"Five!"

GiGi leaned over and kissed Lance on top of the head with a loud "Mwah!" sound. She said in a singsong voice, "Sleep Tight, Do Not Let The Computer Bus Bite!"

Lance giggled and slipped into dreamland as the grownups tiptoed from the room.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, THE TENTH OF APRIL

FOOD POISONING INCIDENT AT LOCAL FESTIVAL

Four Hospitalized, Dozens Sickened During Fundraiser For Ukraine; Norovirus Suspected

Youngest Victim, Aged 5, In Fair Condition

[germpills]

i’ve always had this swatchton headcanon where they treat kris and noelle as their adoptive kids

like if they were together in castle town and stuff

yeah

i love my brain au that i just don’t write down

[paprikkamspaint]

What if - 

Messy ideas for Swatch-mybeloved stikers that I will probably do for myself(???

[ben-the-hyena]

Self-indulgent Swatchton AU where instead of blindly listening to that mysterious Mike at the phone Spamton would have talked about him for advice to the Addisons and other friends who would all have thought it's fishy that a stranger would contact him to offer their help with no more precision, so after thinking more and hesitating he wouldn't have picked up the phone the 2nd time it would have called. So he never any good sales and never was a "big shot" for a short moment, but at least he never went down nor went insane and alone

Back in present days during the game's events he would still look like an Addison and speak normally, but not work with them having understood through years that no matter how much he envied them and did want to be a salesman he wasn't good at that (a bit like Mile Wazowski in Monster University) and it was healthier to move on do other things. Sometimes he does have regrets about what could have happened if he had picked up that phone a second time, but at least he is not envious anymore (thought a bit annoyed if he stays with the Addisons too much) and since he had talked to his loved ones about that Mike but also about his feelings he actually kept secret from them in canon (hence why no one helped him) he would have been helped and reassured out if his big shot obsession. So he would have moved to the castle not as a successful rich guest but looking for a humble job since he still had to earn money another way now he wouldn't be his own boss, and to this day when the Lightners meet him he is an Addison-looking butler-dressed waiter at the Color Café working along his spouse Swatch. He didn't achieve his biggest passion dream, but he is happy and learnt to let go and at least having failed at being a salesman allowed him to meet his spouse and start a family which keeps his mind busy on other things everyday. He is a fun little NPC instead of a demented boss. Bonus if despite not being a shopkeeper he also tries to sell you pipis anyway because you never know. Depending if you accept or refuse you will earn a different reaction

[petra-creat0r]

Fankid Master Post (WIP)

Because I have so many and I want a place to keep track of all the information and current refs. Fair warning, most of these are old and I'm working through updating refs and information so this is mostly for my own reference. For the most part though, if something is here then I still plan on using the information/it's still true to some degree. If a kid or some information isn't mentioned here, it's likely outdated or that kid no longer exists

Older Gen

Soriel

Sariel | family relationships ask CK | Birth Ask Comic Boys Fav foods ask Sariel's Friends: Karri & Arcas (OLD) | Aster (OLD) | Bahns (OLD) | Trip Squad updated

Papyton

Broadway (OLD) Rexi (OLD) | Adoption ask Chicago | Baby | Side blog | Healing | Hair strand | Ringing ask | Playbill (OLD) | Rebooted design Cologne ask (OLD) Chicago's Friends: Hotspots (OLD) | HS Dark World (OLD) | Spamton HS reaction ask | Addison Parallels

Alphyne

Giko (OLD) Izuku (OLD) Naomi Naomi's Clutch | Clutch ask Nex Annie

BrattyCatty

Britni | Zealous goth ask

Ghostly Webs

Alice (OLD) Aranea, Nellie, and Joy (OLD) Wilbur

Misc info

Parents Reaction ask Traditions ask Ish Fan Kids tag Junior Secret Squad tag JSS Overview JSS and Mercair SBs JSS Older designs Fool's Fate Masterpost

Nicepants

Graham (OLD)

RG01XRG02

Vee (OLD) (Fuse all)

Dogi

Trix and Trixie (OLD) Dogi 1 Dogi 2 Dogi 3 Pup

FukuSkate

Sizzle (OLD)

Trauma Boys

Mei (OLD) Milo (OLD) Tae (OLD) Hyunie (OLD)

Italian Sparrow

G'resh Ezio & An (OLD)

Johnson Kids and Daz's Kid

Edgy Kids (OLD) (Rework)

Younger Gen

Vanilla Choco

Karma (OLD) Neri (OLD)

FriskKid

Liz (OLD) Gecky (OLD) (Rework/fuse Velox) | Gecky ask Azula (OLD) (Rework) Somil (OLD) (Rework)

Asriel's Kids

Hope (OLD) (Rework) Faith (OLD) (Rework)

Suselle

Donny (OLD) | Baby

Non-Ish/AUs

UnderCult

Neriah Kariem | Drawing

IshSwap

Papgore kids (OLD) | Updated Tempest design Napstasans kids (OLD) T-Rex kids (OLD) Oriental Lily kids (OLD)

Spamvil

Cameran, Pinochle, Scamlynn, Pip (OLD) | Cameran updated | Pinochle, Scamlynn, & Pip updated Pyramid & Ponzi (OLD)

Swatchton

Gradient & Buckette (OLD)

Misc.

The Owl House

Azura Apollo Piper Kiara TOH fankids ask

Pokemon

Joyce

Fankid Adopts

Fankid Adopts

[freckled-nebula]

anyone that says the swatchton dynamic is anything other than the parent grabbing up their kid by the back of the shirt when they see them with something they’re not supposed to have or do something they’re not supposed to do is either in denial or a liar /j

[ne0nwithazero]

STILL thinking about his crush

This is a redraw of the first Swatchton picture I did a year ago today

[sometimes-sleeby-octopus]

Ideas/Aus for Swatchton fic/drawing or whatever

Excuse my lingo, I swear more when I’m being chaotic

And yes, I’m being chaotic C:

Some things were thought up on the spot because my head is full of good shit and Just Shit and also Random Ass shit

I want to make these ideas but like, I gotta get the motivation first so I’ll just share what they are for now because it’s fun

I’m kinning Jevil’s chaos rn LMAO

Casual au

- So like they live in a world like ours

- But better

- Haha escapism

- Jevil and seam there with lancer and ralsei and Roulx and my other favs too

- Bc I like them most

- No other reason

- No fancy suits

- T-shirts and all that

- No complex

- Easy (or rather easier) to draw!!! Bc my motivation is lacking all the time!!!

Dog AU

- Basically everyone’s a furry but they have to be part dog because I said so

- SWATCH IS A DOG BIRD

- BC I DO WHAT I WANT

- SPAMTON IS TOO

- woodpecker dog…

- What bird is swatch???

- Crow???

- Doesn’t matter still Dog Bird

- Okay but PET SETTING

- A dog’s haven with other assorted shit type of deal

- Not to be confused with pet sitting

- BUT THAT IS AN OPTION

- Okay maybe not all part dogs

- But the majority will be

- Because I said so

- Again

- Swatch and Spamton? Still bird dogs

“Comfy Ratatouille Restaurant Looking Ass” Au (Or CRRLA au for short lol)

- They run a restaurant together

- Not in dark world, but “Earth but Better” world (reference the casual au for setting)

- That’s it

- JUST KIDDING

- HAHA, YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE

- I NEVER AM

- Domestic and fluffy

- Restaurant/Cafe woohoo

- Color Cafe is a cool name but the name would not be that

- Maybe it would be Palette Co

- Cause’ a bunch of swatches make a palette and spamton is a buisness dude

- They are Chaotic Duo so they will switch their jobs like once a week

- They work with the swatchlings who enjoy the chaos of job switching

- YO WHAT IF I DID LIKE SPECIFIC SWATCHLINGS WITH NAMES AND STUFF

- The job switching becomes a gimmick of sorts

- Will the owners deliver your food? Will they entertain? Will they cook the food?

- Nobody knows

- It’s fun *insert chaotically happy smiley face*

- But swatch in a chef outfit- they’d be so cute dnshdhdsndf-🥺💕

- Spamton agree

- Okay now I’m done, thank you for listening <3

[weird-color]

Hmm how about either Spamton or Noelle from Deltarune for the character thing

SPAMt0n my son

-Sexuality : Probably, a pansexual loser

-Gender : Bigender crap

-Ship : I haven't really got any other character to ship him with??? But sometimes i like,,swatchton

-BROTP : Addisons.The fucking Addisons are his siblings and no one can god fucking stop me from headcanon that.

-NOTP : I've seen people shipping him with Kris and that's honestly giving me goosebumps since Kris is possibly a minor and Spamton is,, like,,, A MAN???? WHAT IN THE SHIT IS HE EVEN.But it still makes me feel weird.No offense.

-Random headcanon : Sometimes he breaks into Queen's castle/Swatch's house to steal food from the refrigerator and feed his pipis.He doesn't care about himself he cares abt his kids (i WANT to think these are his kids and not future restaurant plates.)

-General opinion : He's literally that one parrot who doesn't repeat any kind of word you say but only repeats the cursing you say like "FUCK" and then "FUCK".

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