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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 07/10/2026

Yellow in the viewing gallery like

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

(positive) (normal) (very very normal)

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 17/08/2026

We love her so much it makes us fucking stupid and thinking for too long about her giving us a kiss makes me want to start lighting Things on fire

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 06/08/2026

hello everyone. my large collection of awful #SpamPink posts. you agree. #PinkAddison #Spamton #Addisons

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 05/08/2026

🫡 trust me I’m on it LOL

“Spamton, you’re going to need to find somewhere else to live. Have you spoken to any of the other Addisons recently? Your friends have been looking for you, you know.”

And then Spamton froze, his blood turning both cold and burning hot at once. Swatch’s words echoed around in his head, ringing against his eardrums.

Your friends are looking for you…

Your…friends…

Friends…are…

Friend…looking…for you…

Friend.

Is.

Looking.

For.

You.

Spamton leapt to his feet, launching the bottle he was holding as hard as he could at the front door. It shattered violently, spraying glass and alcohol all over the room. On the other side Swatch jumped back, shocked by the sudden explosion of noise, an arm instinctively raising to protect himself.

“FUCK YOU!” Spamton screamed, his body immediately starting to shake and glitch. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!”

He tried to step forward, but between the haze of intoxication and the rush of fearful rage, he barely made it two steps before he collapsed. Some of the broken glass sliced into his palms. He didn’t notice, didn’t care as he continued to drag himself forward on all fours like a feral animal, shouting and snarling at his front door.

“YOU WANNA FUCK WITH ME? YOU WANNA HURT ME?!” He was breathing hard, the air feeling like fire in his lungs. “YOU CAN’T HURT ME! YOU CAN’T SEE ME! YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME! YOU CAN’T—“

A horrible glitch cut him off, tearing his jaw from his face for a moment and making him cry out in pain. He grabbed desperately at his face, trying to hold it all in one piece as the rest of his body aggressively shivered and pixelated. He started to cough, spit flying from his lips.

“YOU—CAN’T—DO ANYTHING TO ME—I HAVEN’T—ALREADY—DONE TO MYSELF!!”

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 04/08/2026

No cheating post your Lock Screen game I keep it as a reminder for myself especially during times when the words “calm down” piss me off lmfao that’s how i know I need it…

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

another #Addisons preview men would literally rather brew magical tea that tastes like their deteriorating relationship with their traumatized best friend/partner and then keep drinking it even after it starts to physically harm them instead of just going to therapy🩷💙 #PinkAddison #BlueAddison

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 01/08/2026

Some out of context previews of the next #Addisons story I’ll be posting soon. I tried out something experimental with a script-style of storytelling. The topic is grief. #Deltarune #Spamton #BlueAddison #PinkAddison #YellowAddison #OrangeAddison

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 21/07/2026

Ha ha funny spam guy :) funny jokes silly dialogue

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 20/07/2026

So excited you guys liked this little preview. This story is gonna have several parts, and I’d love to actually publish the full thing when I’m done. In the meantime, here’s another WIP of the chapter that comes after that breakdown 💙🩷💙🩷 #Deltarune #Addisons #BlueAddison #PinkAddison

(There’s nothing we can do)
(There’s nothing we can do)

(When I said I was boring, I wasn't kidding)
(This shit is worse than I thought)

(I'm paralyzed from all the wasted time that I spent on my so called peace of mind)
(I’d scare myself into a straight jacket and hospital tuck the corners of my bed)

(I don’t wanna hang out anymore)
(I’ll dance around to my favorite songs, but, could someone else get the door?)

(I'm sick and tired of you complaining and crying about how the other fish in the sea are dying)

(I wish I could help but my hands are tied)
(I wish I could help but my hands are tied)

(Have you had enough?)
(Do you want it bad enough?)
(Does this mean something to you?)

“Do you want to link with me?”

Pink could feel his face go slack from shock, his voice failing him for several long moments as he stared up at Blue with widened eyes. A few moments too long, apparently, as Blue started to tense up and squirm and then abruptly look away, anxiety filling up the empty space that Pink’s lack of response had created.

“Hah, sheesh, okay, I get it. Not interested. Nevermind.” Blue began to turn around, waving a hand dismissively. “That’s fine, it’s fine.”

Pink blinked and shook his head rapidly, Blue’s movement reminding him that he could move too and snapping him out of the daze. “Wait. No. Stop—“ He sprang up to his feet, grabbing Blue by the wrist to stop him. “Blue, come on. Don’t do that.”

There was an edge of exasperation to their tone. A frustration with Blue’s dramatics, so ready to shrug them off and push them away again for something as small as being briefly caught off guard…but it melted away once Pink saw the apologetic look that Blue gave him, his chilly demeanor immediately diffusing as he allowed Pink to gently tug his arm so he was facing them again.

“I’m sorry,” Blue mumbled, sincerity replacing that knee jerk defensive sarcasm. Pink’s gaze softened, moving their hand from Blue’s wrist to rub his arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay.” He understood, after all. It wasn’t like he didn’t share those same instincts to throw up his walls the moment he felt the sting of possible rejection. “We just…we haven’t done that in awhile, huh?”

Images passed between their shared internal eyes. Blue standing right beside him every day, but constantly feeling as though he were a million miles away. The physical distance was barely measurable, while emotionally Pink had felt himself suspended in some sort of infinite void. Perpetually straining his arms, trying to reach out and grasp onto Blue — or someone — or something — or anything at all — but finding only empty space between his fingers. It felt like he was both trapped in place and plummeting all at once, except there was no ground beneath him to eventually break his fall.

And so, he just fell.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And he fell.

And he fell…

Pink frowned and shut their eyes tight, but of course they could still see it. And Blue could see it too, as their mind continued to scroll through its reel of memories. They flickered against the confines of their skull like a projector, a rapidly shifting stream of overlapping images and sounds and feelings. Feelings of crippling loneliness. Nauseating guilt. Soul crushing grief. Helpless confusion. Suffocating frustration. And…

…resentment…

Pink’s feathers bristled. He didn’t want Blue to see this part. A strained groan rose up from his chest as he shuffled around, both on the outside and on the inside. But while his body was capable of moving, his mind wasn’t. And with Blue nestled right up against it in the way that he presently was, there was nothing that Pink could do. He had nowhere else to store these emotions, nowhere else to hide them. This was their source. This was where they lived. This was their home. And he had opened its door and allowed Blue to enter.

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 17/07/2026

this one goes out to my very small specific little niche corner of the fandom that headcanons the Blue Addison as being traumatized and haunted from hearing the voice on the phone briefly on Spamton’s eviction day 💙💙💙 #Deltarune #Addisons #BlueAddison #PinkAddison

Blue started to walk away. Behind him, he could hear Pink scoff and mutter something under their breath. It was almost too quiet to hear…

Almost.

Blue froze, then slowly turned his head to glare back over his shoulder. “…what did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

Blue turned around, facing him properly. Though his voice remained steady, there was an iciness seething beneath each word. “No. What did you just say to me?”

Pink stiffened. Blue could see the tension gripping his jaw, could recognize from the way his lips were quivering that he was clenching and gritting his teeth right behind them. They stared each other down for a few long, awful moments, before Pink finally broke the mutual gridlock as he stomped one of his feet and stepped forward.

“I *said*—“ Blue’s own anger may have been icy, but Pink’s was hot and livid and crackling like fire as it poured forth. “—that I’m SICK of you acting like you don’t care about what happened! Like you don’t care about ANYTHING anymore!”

“What?!” Defensive instincts immediately flared up. Blue’s muscles all tightened, bracing himself both inside and out. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Pink huffed and rolled their eyes in exasperation. “Oh *shut up*, you KNOW what I mean!” Angry as he was, Blue couldn’t help the way those words made him flinch. Pink never told him to shut up. Pink never spoke to him that way… “You’ve been acting like this for YEARS, Blue! Ever since Spam left! You go around like everything is fine, and like the rest of us are just IDIOTS for ever acting like it’s not! You act like you don’t give a shit about anything that happened! You act like nothing ever happened at all!”

Something dark started to fester and bloom behind his eyes. Blue could feel it as it began to creep its way through his veins. “We *all* agreed not to talk about him, Pink.” His voice was firm and low.

And in response, Pink raised his voice even more. “Of course we did! But you know damn fucking well that we all still do! We have to sometimes! Because we all still feel shit about it! Because we all still feel LIKE shit about it! Because we all still fucking CARE about it! About HIM!” And then Pink lowered his head, glaring at Blue through the curtain of his bangs. His eyes were burning. “Except for *you*.”

Blue’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. They shouldn’t be talking about this. They shouldn’t be talking like this. This was dangerous. And yet, Pink continued. “You *never* talk about it. And you never let *us* talk about it, either. You act like you’re so high and mighty about all of this — like you’re so above it, and we’re all beneath you for being upset. And I’m fucking SICK of it, Blue! I don’t know when the hell you got this way, when the hell you got so COLD—“

Cold. Blue went stiff, and he felt all of the air leaving his lungs at once. He thought he could see it floating up and away from his mouth, the way it would have if it were freezing…Blue’s vision suddenly blurred, Pink falling out of focus as the room around them spun and swam and changed. Blue frowned, blinking hard, then screwing his eyes shut entirely when it did nothing to stop the nauseating dizziness. He raised a hand, cradling one of his temples as it began to ache and throb and Pink’s voice seemed to move further and further away…

Pink’s voice abruptly stopped and Blue opened his eyes again, confused by the silence. And the Pink who had been standing before him was now a frozen corpse, his bright and lively eyes now only black and hollow as his jaw hung lifelessly from his face. Like he had opened his mouth to scream right before some terrible force had torn his life from his body. And then they had frozen him there, capturing that horrible moment forever. Preserving for all eternity that final expression of hopeless terror and anguish when Pink had been killed. Wanting to force Blue to see it again and again and again. Wanting him to remember that in his last seconds alive, Pink had been terrified and screaming and crying for help and so, so, so cold—

Blue blinked again. The corpse was gone. His ears were ringing. Pink was back, and still in the middle of his rant that was slowly becoming audible again as the ringing began to fade. Blue remained locked in place, never moving a single inch…but something in his expression must have finally betrayed him, because he could see Pink as he started to hesitate and falter despite the sincerity of rage that had been guiding him.

“…—and haven’t you noticed that—haven’t you noticed that…that…” Pink frowned, voice trailing off. Blue still hadn’t breathed. His mind may not have known that he was holding his breath, but his body certainly did, and his heartbeat was getting hard and fast and throbbing against his ribs. “…Blue?

Blue, are you even listening…?”

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 17/06/2026

Made me think of this lmao 😭

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 16/06/2026

Addisons/Spamton reunion gonna be like

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 23/05/2026

lol whos tye saultry little binch on the bottom right

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 21/05/2026

They remind me of this 😭 LOL

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 20/05/2026

I’m so so so weak for Addison content,,,,,,,,the amount of fanart for the Birds(TM) is so much less so I just lose my fucking mind when I find some

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 20/04/2026

@roobee.bsky.social every time I think i might be feeling more normal about Pink you make a post that gets me emo about them all over again 😔🩷🩷🩷 #SpamPink I need to keep working on this WIP…..

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 20/02/2026

I like to imagine the soul possession different/unusual speech stuff happened to Spamton and the Addisons too.

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 03/02/2026

I’ve written literally so many thousands of words of Spamton fanfic that I’ve never felt brave enough to actually publish anywhere but im tempted to share some of my addislop on here. I feel like I could find my target audience for gayass Addison stuff on here lol. Here’s a random scene >_>

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 03/02/2026

Iveeeeee written this exact situation before LMAO hope you don’t mind me sharing a small snippet >\\\\\\>

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Blue @stealthboy.bsky.social · 28/01/2026

And I dunno about you but im the kind of nerd who absolutely has to overthink his character playlists and every single lyric im including >_> lmao I found my notes for the SNEO playlist. This damn spam email owns my entire brain

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