Shooting Star Lover! A Short SonAmy Oneshot

Shooting Star Lover! A short SonAmy Oneshot 💖💙⭐️

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have a NEO for deltarune ch2s third anniversary !!! :3

I need y'all to understand that Spamton is made of crack or something-

Idk what Tobias Foxworth put in that cryptid of a salesman, but I was feeling like absolute garbage just moments ago, and I decided to go and listen to the unused Spam songs Toby shared in the newsletter, and it literally made me break out in a goofy grin.

The slow infection of the beta Power of NEO/Power of Spamton songs with his leitmotif, and then the forgotten theme? Toby doesn't even remember making it, but it's this obnoxiously dopey sounding jingle that gets abruptly interrupted by lag and then by a phone ringing and a horror violin sting???? "Tell me who Spamton is in song form in less than a minute" "Well, I don't even remember making this one, but it fits. Maybe he made it himself?"

The dopamine production this puppet can kick into high gear in my brain is unreal. Unmatched. Unparalleled.

do you have the default offline graffiti collected anywhere? trying to find the one of the inkling war weapon

im pretty sure these are all the offline graffiti. fun fact in the game, the miiverse posts are called "Canola"

in splat 1 it was "Olive" and in 2 it was "Coconut"

even past splatoon 1 it still is often reffered to as "miiverse" in the files.

not sure what the inkling war weapon is?

1. NEVER apologize for rambling in tags I love reading ppls thoughts

2. Spam for me was extremely... cryptic. He creeped me out, but I also felt he didn't deserve secret boss status. Jevil, to me, felt more interesting. But after giving him a voice (god bless jerma) I realized he was so. Relatable. I constantly felt like shit back then, constantly felt like I was deteriorating either mentally or physically. And I saw this puppet feel the same way and. He made it, didn't he? He was popular, he was loved. The more I studied what he (and other characters) said, the more I realized we weren't so different.

It took a week. A week of treating him like some pest. Unworthy of my attention or love. But. When I finally let the wall crumble, accepted he was here to stay, I fell. Hard. I can't love myself, I hate what I am. But I can love him, with all my heart and soul I can love him. And if it helps me accept I'm not perfect either? Well. I think I'll be happier that way.