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SYNERGY

“We were a good team. They knew the best strategies and they listened to my ideas with an open mind. It was the recipe for their success, earning a nice promotion within the company and making me proud. Being the talk of our co-workers was the cherry on top.” — Spam

It takes effort to create something that was never seen before. It takes guts to keep pushing forward with that never before seen idea that is not aligned with any of the current trending standards. You know that people will not take it seriously, but that shouldn’t deter you from delivering more and more of it. In time everything will click into place, and you will be glad that you haven't stopped when you started to hesitate along the way. It’s daunting, and at the same time, discouraging. But moving forward is the only way, the only path. I think the Addisons of my AU has shown me a lot of that, that ideas can’t bloom if they aren’t sown before, even if they look ugly and dull at first. To keep nurturing them alone is very hard, but one day the effort will pay off and no regrets will come to bite you back.

Anyway, the backstory of Spamton and his Addison co-workers has a very storied past. Slowly I’m gleaning some of what he was, how he got to know his friends, why the White Addisons are a dying breed and why he was forced to change his name and his own archetype to stick it to the system. You might be surprised of all the stuff Spam needed to do in order to survive, but for now, concept arts of ideas and research is all what I have to share about that.

I’m weaving a very deep story behind the origins of Spam and the forces controlling the market of Cyber World and the life of the Cyberians, and why the law forbids any direct contact with Lightners (that was before Kris and friends dropped by). Spam here is just a number, subject #451, one of many. All look the same. All do the same. All have no interests beyond the success of the company in which they grew up to become another white-collared walking utility. Everything would change when he receives an invitation to a cyber-grill to meet with one of the marketing groups he was assigned to. It was the beginning of change, and the start of his voluntary corruption. That's as much as I can say 👀 Oh, also I found out while sprucing their profiles that Sears and Spam share the same birthday day, 3rd of May, though Sears is 5 years older than Spam as they were born in 1973 😅They are the oldest of the Addison group, and that makes them the butt of jokes sometimes.

I need to explore some art-style in order to give substance to this part of the plot and tweak its world-building, which will be unlockable flashbacks in the visual-novel. There's also a new character villain I'm trying to breath life to who appears during the epilogue of the first season. I hope people will like to see a new villain Darkner. He's also another walking DAEMON like Spwatchton but this one works for the LOCAL-SYS whereas Spwatchton is one of the undercover rebels.

Sorry if my content is coming out slow or half-baked. I'm still concept-arting and being nagged at the same time by RL more often than not. Yesterday I had yet another doctor appointment to go to and this week should be my ophthalmologist...

I also... joined the Art Fight of this year... My first time doing this. Though I'm not sure if I'll be able to be very active, I'm going to fill everything with Addisons and other Darkners from my AU to force myself to make their character profiles and see if anybody would do fanart of them (who doesn't like to get fanarts of their OCs? 😅)

As of other updates, we are expecting a final interview with a good company next week that seemed pretty interested in us as we fit their profile well. Fingis crossed! 🤞

Phew, here he is, at his own Genesis, the poor ol' Spam (or subject #451). The ordeals he's going to go through on my story... <grins>

This is one of many, as the other characters will receive the same treatment. You may want to zoom in or open it on a new tab to read the spam of info-boxes (I'm sorry if it looks so HUGE but I needed space for the rest of the characters as they will be presented at real scale). This also will go to my Art Fight profile where I plan to put all my characters for others to draw fanart from IF so they want, or to help peruse the characters easily in the gallery over there.

And yes, the legs end in nubs but they curve slightly at the tip. Teeny-teensy-footsies that will never win any FIFA but they are cute.

Not much to say but that it took way too long with my damn low self-esteem crippling me. It's 3 AM already? [[TIME ! STOP YOUR CAVALCADE THIS INSTANT ! ]]

ajkfhgadfjkh zzzz.... 😴

And here it is the piece 🖼️

A splendid job made by @indecisive-vermin that brightened my day 👏👏👏

Also thank you for the shout-out 😊I love your style too asdkjhgfkjadshalp 💞

(ah first time I do a reblog -- I hope I'm doing this well 😳)

first attack of the day i finished earlier!

for @delta-gambit-au (their stuff is really cool go look at it!!)

artfight link here

Help me choose the night attire for Spam

In light of the results of the previous poll, then I shall share the scribbles I do with the finger on the phone to brainstorm concept art ideas for the AU. I still don't feel very comfortable using that smol screen and the finger and I needed to blow up the canvas to 5000x5000 almost to get better detail. I shall persevere and practice more with it but right now I can only do lineart, some basic paint bucket fills and some layer shenanigans.

Anyway, at least the blog will not go silent while I'm saving for a new tablet. And yes, Spam has several landmarks on his body like all of his other siblings living in the Conglomerate Building at ICARUS. That performed heart-port is a literal "window" to his Darkner soul but I can't reveal for what because spoilers. All of them are marked with their subject number, from #001 to #499. The rest is the standard Addison body with the segmented hands, though he still might look like an Addison in his teen years because of how short Spam is (155 cm // 5.08 inches). By the time he meets with the Addison marketing group, he should be like 21 years old, and by the time the visual-novel starts (around when Spamton meets with Kris for the first time in that back-alley) he should be like between 35 and 45 I believe.

If you have any other questions or suggestions, you can do them freely at the Reply section of this post. I'm all ears 😁 Now time for me to go sleep... 😴

Happy belated Yaoi Day

“(…) Time and time again, it replayed in my mind like a broken record… All the good days before 1997… All the peace he could finally enjoy and embrace after toiling for ICARUS ever since he had memory — before that thrice dashed old fashioned phone of his started to ring, ruining everything we laboured to achieve in our first year together… We were robbed from our peaceful life and I only have my coward self to blame..." — Sears

I know I'm late by 2 days but I couldn't work on it faster 😞At least it is finished and I'm happy to see them together, even if for that part of the flashbacks.

It's just them, Spam and Sears from when Spam landed at their place to live there as he couldn't live at ICARUS any more without putting his life and memories at risk. Also MIKE loafing like a donut because that's importants too 🐈

I'll start to put tags correctly so that they don't get mixed with other Tumblr-wide tags.

Wanted to give you these badges because wow that art style is really good! Please keep it up!

The old birdman once said that “Patience has its rewards”. For me, it was always [[NO PAIN NO GAINS]], but he would change it back to “Nothing ventured, nothing gained”. Our conclusion, keep working and walking forward, and someone will eventually appear to give you a nice surprise when less you expect it. It was my case with Sears and the rest of my friends, and for Master Swatch — though in a more grim situation — he was shown mercy whilst being at the border of [[THE PRECIPICE OF SANITY]]. We are very grateful for these gifts Anon. And lo they have lit a flame in our [[DIRECTOR]], a good one mind you. [[PANIC !!! THE FURNACES HAVE BEEN STOKED !!! ]] Let’s not waste this kindness. We’re all in great [[HUNGER]] of that. Here’s to you, bucko, may your [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]] remain unfettered from today on till the next [[ADPOCALYPSE]].

((You don’t know how surprised I was to have all of sudden like 6 pings in my inbox and then saw their contents — you really made my day in that moment Anon, and you still do today 😉))

((but seriously thank you a lot from the bottom of our combined hearts askdhgdffdgskj))

My lovelies. Just a close-up of one of the pairs of the brainrot plushies of that last panel.

(Sears is becoming more like a mutation of Chao and Pikmin at this rate sjgadsjlgfda -- I don't think Spam wouldn't mind, both give me the feel of being characters that would enjoy playing Pikmin for hours on end lol)

[[BREATHING IN — BREATHING OUT]]

"When I close my eyes, darkness is all what I see. When I take a breath, you fill up my lungs. If my mind worked backwards just for a minute, I'd hold onto you before the memory is gone. I remember you. You always made me stronger. You always lifted my spirit… I remember how we felt alive together… I remember… remember…" — A broken puppet

I had this image stuck in my head since I returned from the hospital the other day. Just Spam going through his nightmares.

The lotus flower was always considered as "the incorruptible soul" because it could grow on the most mucky of ponds and still stand tall over all the surrounding filth without a single blot marring its beauty. The blue lotus in particular was considered a conduit to communicate with the gods above and beyond, with a brilliant sun-like burst radiating from the centre of the flower.

That's how Spam regards Sears in his mind, his star in the middle of the abyss, a saint that has adopted a largely broken toy loaded with a heavy burden of internal pathos that not even Spam can comprehend himself. Why is he so broken? Why he deserves the pity of others? Why darkness will never leave him in peace? Why he is in love? Why he even exists?

((sharing some prototype script loosely related to the picture, if anybody is interested -- it's long and you don't need to read it to enjoy the picture anyway -- please tell me if you like it or not if you decide to read it; feedback or your impressions are always appreciated))

Sears: You are shaking, Spam. Come here, don’t fret, don’t let the glitching to get worse… *embraces him*

Spam: I-I f-eel so awful-l inside — I-I can’t [brEaThe]- - *glitching and shedding graphical artefacts*

Sears: Hush, focus on my voice. *holds him firmly as if fearing he would disappear like those glitchy images* Now… After me... Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out… *slowly*

Sears: Cut the strings…

Spam: That hold me down…

Sears: Breathing in...

Spam: Breathing out...

Sears: The walls are falling…

Spam: No more pressure…

Sears: Breathing in…

Spam: Breathing out…

Sears: *releases him softly* Better? *smiles*

Spam: *blinks* Thank you again. The glitching… *soughs* Is gone *relieved smile*

Sears: So we see. *pats him on the shoulder* Next time, when you get another of your crisis, just recite the mantra, all right?

Spam: I always do, but… It’s not the same when you are not here… *looks away*

Sears: I can’t be at home always, Spam. You need to make the effort to calm down the glitching bouts on your own.

Spam: I know… *feeling admonished*

Sears: Hmm… *thinking* Did you try to combine the mantra with your memory of me embracing you?

Spam: *blushes* In reality? No, never.

Sears: Then next time mix that mental feeling with the mantra, and I’m sure it will help you improve your efforts at calming down. *does a thumbs-up towards him*

Spam: … *looking embarrassed*

Sears: I got another idea to reinforce the mantra! *beams and graciously produces a clean blue handkerchief from their suit’s breast-pocket and hands it to him*

Spam: *taking the gift from them* Are you sure, Sears? Isn’t this yours?

Sears: *smiling* This thing is merely a decoration for the uniform, don’t think the others at the office will miss it. You can bet it will help you reinforce your focus on me while you control your anxiety. *holds his hands in a reassuring manner* I don’t want for you to feel so alone when I’m out working. Think of this item as an extension of myself if your glitching gets uncontrollable like recently. *taps friendlily the brow of their partner*

Spam: I’m grateful for this gift, Sears, really am. *gingerly feels the blue soft fabric between his fingers* Please, do not concern yourself too much for me while at work. I don’t wish to be a hindrance against your performance.

Sears: *beams* Not to worry! I know you have everything under control, and thus my mind is at peace while at the office. *arms crossed* By the by, what manner of event triggered this crisis? It’s been a long long while since you had something this bad. Did anything out of the ordinary happen?

Spam: Well… *rubs the back of the neck nervously*

Sears: At ease, Spam. I’m here, you can tell me everything and we’ll solve it together, as we always do. *winks*

Spam: Actually, I don’t think we will be able. *loosens the neck of his sweater with a finger* The chief was apprehended and the business we had together, was dismantled overnight… We lost everything… Nobody is picking up the calls... Everyone is gone and shut all communications… And it's already all over the newspapers... *defeatist expression*

Sears: Is that so? *surprised* That’s so awful… *pats his shoulder reassuringly* Don’t worry, I can provide for both of us even if you are jobless at the moment. *smiles*

Spam: N-no! I-I mean… I don’t want to be a burden to you. I must find a new job as soon as possible! *determined expression*

Sears: Of course, relax. You are free as well to find another one if that pleases you, but don’t you worry about our current budget. My promotion can cover for both of us, and enough to get some extra savings to boot. You really don’t have any need to work any more while under my roof. Take this day to relax, OK? You have been going through too much stress lately, and if it builds up you are going to get glitchy again.

Spam: Aye, I know, but… *frowns* I also want to give you something in exchange. It’s always you giving me stuff, but I can’t give you anything back if—

Sears: *interrupts him with a tender embrace* Your company is enough for me in this exchange, Spam. As long as you are provided, free and happy to do whatever you want, you don’t need to get out of your way to please me back with gifts. Your happiness has more value to me than 100 material gifts. Though, that doesn’t mean I dislike gifts, mind you. *winks and laughs*

Spam: *soughs* You are too kind to me, Sears… Too much… Still… I want to someday gift you something, for rescuing me from the Conglomerate. I owe you that one, to you and Joel and the others who pitched in to get me out of there... *folds the handkerchief carefully and tucks it in a pocket* It feels heavy inside of me to only receive and not be able to give something in return. It goes against my code of delivery... Makes me feel... Selfish…

Sears: At ease. *flicks his pointy white nose softly to snap him from his self-absorption* No more brooding. Let’s focus on the solutions. If finding a new job will allay your anxiety, what you had in mind? Something similar to the last one?

Spam: *phew* No. Don’t think an opportunity like that will ever present itself again. The Suburbs are no place to find something stable that doesn’t incur the wrath of the feds…

Sears: Indeed, their industry is very volatile nowadays, unfortunately. *shrugs* But you could try to find something similar within the boundaries of Cyber City proper. There must be a vacant out there that could take advantage of your "logistics", you know?

Spam: Actually… *ponders* I meant to take on a new trade. *hides face shyly with the postman hat*

Sears: Whatever it is, you know you have my full support and those of the others. If you want to aim for something new, I think Merit or Lafay can help us find you the material you need for your education. *nods encouragingly* What took your fancy?

Spam: *tosses the postman hat onto the sofa, landing it on top of the cat* I want to become a salesman, like you all! *happy grin*

Sears: *speechless*

MIKE: Mau? *waking up with the head covered by the hat*

Some silly spamton doodles 😏💚

Pokemon and Spamton?! Crazy 😳✨

This is a little AU idea I had a while back! I hope to continue it sometime soon!! 😫💚

On May 3rd, 1978 what's considered to be the first spam email was sent out into the world.

On another totally unrelated note, I have some more art of spamton to share!

Stress relief spamt fueled with c.ai rage

I draw him like such a cutie and he does nothing but insult me

Not cool sir I could draw you bald 😊

Spamton doodles but they're actual doodles and he's also human for some reason

And then I made three versions of the same image (he is getting progressively more mentally ill)

Addispam just looks not ok

Spamton doodles... again

Separated images under cut

It's the boy !!

Goofy doodles

His legs are so long in this…

Oh my goodness this looks incredible!! Damn!!

Day 12: attempt to draw spamton in a painterly style

On that prior topic of not posting much, im gonna try and do more of that. So yeah.

I love drawing these guys all weird and gangly. They're like stickbugs to me.

Poster? Maybe?? Idk man. I was trying to think of a good name for this but couldn't decide on one, so, yeah. Just kinda an ad for the ads, I suppose.