No Requests. Ideas Always Welcome. (21+ year old gal) Howdy! I finally got off my butt and decided to vent my love of all things cute and.... (tickly). I love many shows and games so if I post something from one, I've most likely watched or played it. I'm a sucker for brothers. Whether by blood or not, family is my specialty, so I'm not much of a shipper myself. I write fanfics from time to time and I love to doodle. I hope I'll have something here for you! ~Coy And just in case here are blockable tags: #pinning #bondage #overwhelming force Im big on fluff but these are here just incase 🤍
A "How To" on activating the MEGA-LER setting on your television:
Tenna seemed quite aggressive about wanting to see his little Pluey in the newsetter lowkey. New headcanon acquired:Tenna gets cute aggressed easily and the claws come out all on their own
*slides in with some new tickle art as if it hasnt been a while since my last*
Im not sure how I haven't drawn more of my fnaf lion oc being the big ler she is qwq and gosh I love her design too much. So have ler Regina hug and squishing an Eclipse!
As a fellow “Addisons are siblings” believer, do you have any headcanons about their parents? (Or wherever the heck they came from?)
I have thought deeply about this honestly.
*where's my soapbox?*
Short answer:
They don't have parents.
They have developers.
Long answer:
They have programmers that made them, but they aren't close to their programmers. They were programmed and POOF ! They have a task automatically built into them, and they're set to do the job. Spamton was "born" in 1979 when the first spam email ad was sent out. He was a spamware program used to advertise through email, sending ads to as many email addresses as possible at once. 'Spam' isn't necessarily about WHAT he's selling but HOW. That's why he makes copies of himself, that's how he functions.
The other Addisons, they seem to function like banner ads, the adverts on the side of a web page? They're stationary and the Pop-ups already exist, although there are Addison ads in the pop-up attacks. They're probably a cousin to the Addisons at least.
Banner ads were launched in 1994, I found that interesting it took that long for them to exist. So that means Spamton is 15 years older than them. They don't have the same developer (I'm just assuming), but they all do LOOK so similar. But they're all ads, right? I feel like you could at LEAST call them half sibbies.
Spamton is very primitive compared to the other Addisons. He's the postman which (it might be a cute coincidence) but he DOES look quite avian like... Ooooh I dont know, a carrier pigeon??? Cute! Toby did say the Addisons were modled to look like Spamton, so I'll make the argument that connects them more too since the Pop-ups look NOTHING like Spamton but the Addisons do.
The Addisons and Spamton included (if functioning like suggested) probably have clients i.e. anyone that wants to sell a product online. Those Lightners aren't their parents either. The ads serve the purpose of DOING the advertisements as they are built to. Spamton spams emails like scattering flyers in the wind, and the Addisons wait for people to visit web pages so they can advertise on the top, bottoms and sides of a page. I also think that's why Spamton is in a dumpster (inbox/spam folder) and the Addisons are on the streets doing their job (out in the wild web).
I find the 1997 thing intriguing. Maybe we'll actually learn what exactly that was about, but I will say, deep diving years ago, the spam blockers were developed in like the mid 90s, really going ham in '96. I'd imagine Spamton did decently well in the 80s but was still trapped in inboxes and at the mercy of whether or not someone would even CHECK their inbox. After the spam blockers in' 96, Spamton was probably very desperate. Perhaps desperate enough to... Make a deal with someone??? 👀 Make '97 boom like never before???
ANYWAY
I definitely am in the "Spam and the Addisons are brothers" boat big time. Which honestly makes the moment they eventually cut him off hit harder. Getting disowned by people who were supposed to love you over jealously, it makes sense why he's so hurt and hates them like he hates everyone else now. And they were the first to start letting go of him too, or at least that's what the dialog suggests. They withdrew from him BECAUSE he became a Big Shot, not because he lost his status as one. Rough.
That... Was a lot more than you asked, but I am very insane about the topic so there's my mental info dump!
Headcanon the Addisons didn't think Spamton was ticklish growing up. They accidentally discovered he's very ticklish when they're much older. Oh, how to make up for all those times they could've used this.
What an interesting concept...
Bet
Sunday, January 29th, 1995
Spamton knocked on the door to apartment 2B in the high rise of the Data district. Nice part of town, clean, well lit. He could hear music playing inside. The vibe was lively, and Spamton felt his lips twitch to a small smile as he sighed. Still so young and yet his brothers were living well. They were only developed and released last year and were already all grown up from their booming markets. Each with their own apartments, good reputations, strong handle on salesmanship. He was happy about that even if it confused him... and made him a little self conscious. One day he could have an apartment too. Better yet, maybe even a ritzier place. Or even a room in Queen's mansion! Why think small!? He could-
-The door opened-
"Heya, Spammy! Glad you decided to show up!" Yellow greeted holding a cup of something sweet and pungent.
"Yeah, yeah. I was gonna work tonight, but everyone else in the city is gonna be watching the big screen anyway. May as well pester you boys," Spamton responded casually, walking inside.
"Well, pester away~," Yellow chuckled, ruffling Spamtons fluffy white locks, closing the door. Spamton swatted at the offending hand, smoothing his hair back down. He paused, taking in the environment. The livingroom was set up for a party, the coffee table littered with drinks and big bowls of snacks. The monitor screen was tapping into a newer developing feature. Something called streaming? Times were changing so fast, but Spamton didn't mind. More opportunities. He followed his nose to find the other three Addisons in the kitchen, setting out the hot food and chatting amongst themselves.
"Hey, shortstack. You come over for a free meal?" Pink asked with a sarcastic tease, setting a platter of fresh data cookies on the counter.
"Why else why I come over to visit you snot nosed hooligans?" he grinned back to match Pink's sarcasm.
"Aw, I thought it was because you loved us," Orange fake pouted.
"Alright, ya got me. I like hanging out with you kiddos," Spamton smiled before ironically standing on his tippy toes to peek at the steaming pizza on the dinning room table. His nose twitched as he got a good wiff of the fresh food.
"You need us to give you some space with that pizza?" Pink commented flatly.
"Yes," Spamton responded, drooling a bit.
"No way! I'm too hungry to let pipsqueak take the whole thing," Yellow said, picking Spamton up playfully. The white Addison squealed in protest.
"Hey there's two whole other pizzas! Can't a spam bot have a treat every now and then?" Spamton tried to argue.
"Nice try, but I doubt you could even eat a whole pizza by yourself," Blue smirked.
"Don't tempt me," Spamton huffed, being held in Yellow's arms casually. He'd complain, but this view of the spread was kind of nice.
They all continued to talk and tease eachother, each making a plate and heading to the livingroom. Pink took his seat in his recliner, Blue sitting in the opposite one. Orange and Yellow sat on the couch, and Spamton was seated between them.
"So... This 'super bowl' thing... People have parties to watch Lightners play a showy game of football?" Yellow spoke up, looking to Spamton. This was the banner Addisons' very first superbowl experience. They all looked to the OG internet ad for answers.
"That's one way to put it, I guess, " he shrugged, picking up his second slice of pizza already. "All the teams play eachother throughout the uh... Game season?... Until two are left and then they play to see who has the best team of the year... Or something. I've never paid too much attention to it."
"And that's fun? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'll take any excuse for a party, but... Seems kinda lame," Orange commented.
Spamton swallowed his bite before responding "Well, it's more than just the sports stuff. A lot of people just watch it for the ads-" All the Addisons perked up immediately.
"The ads!? People actually WATCH the super bowl thingy for the ADS!?" Pink seemed genuinely excited now.
"Well yeah, everyone pools their money into making the best ads to play during the most watched event of the year, duh. And it's definitely the highlight of the whole thing if you ask me."
"WHEN WERE YOU GONNA TELL US THIS CRITICAL INFO!? I THOUGHT IT WAS JUST SOME BORING SPORTS GAME!" Orange exclaimed.
"A night full of the best ADS!? Should I be taking notes-"
"I might take notes-"
"If this is even half as good as it sounds, we're doing this every year-"
"And here I was planning to drink my way through the whole thing-" the Addisons chattered. Spamton chuckled, feeling the mood shift dramatically.
"You kids are adorable," he smirked, munching on a cookie.
"We're Addisons, of COURSE we're adorable, and there's no need to be cheeky about hiding the fact that the super bowl is actually worth watching!" Pink snapped back.
"Hahahaeha, I wasn't hiding it from you. Ya never asked," he shrugged.
For the next hour, the Addisons learned exactly what Spamton meant, and they were NOT disappointed. Pink always turned the stream up for the ads, turning it down for the actual game itself. They'd all be on the edge of their seats watching the television ads like they were the sporting event itself. After another ad break was done, they all sat back again.
"Wow, that last one was neat... You really think that company can pull that off by next year?" Orange asked.
"They better. Can you imagine? I'd love to get my hands on that product, business would go NUTS!" Pink grinned.
"I garuntee that'll be on the market before next year. I've been eyeing that company over the years, and it'll boom for sure. It's got all the hallmarks of the next big thing and they develop ahead of schedule regularly," Spamton commented like some rich tycoon. Rich in knowledge at least. He'd been around long enough.
"The TV ads are so cool... So different. Really takes the art of advertising to the max," Blue said, his imagination running.
"I'd love to get a piece of that pie. Being an ad on TV? Sounds like the pinnacle for an Addison," Yellow added.
"Yeah, but we're internet Addisons. I don't think we can just hop on TV. It wouldn't translate well," Pink pointed out.
"So... Are there TV Addisons? There's gotta be, right?" Orange asked.
Spamton shrugged. "Who knows," he mumbled with a mouth full of pretzels, but there was a sparkle in his eye at the idea of being a TV Addison. That sounded rather glamorous.
Orange stood up, setting his plate on his seat while he went to the kitchen for a drink refill. Spamton eyed that plate while his brothers kept talking over the game. Orange left his last slice of pizza just sitting there within Spamton's reach. This was his first meal today so he couldn't help himself. Besides, Orange could easily get another one. He slyly swiped the abandoned slice from the unsupervised plate and immediately started to bite into it. Orange came back, spotting the food missing from his plate.
"HEY! Hold on, where did my- SPAMTON G, IS THAT MY PIZZA!?" Orange bristled at the sight of Spamton halfway through a slice of pizza that looked exactly like the one he had on his plate moments before, minus a big bite of course.
"Uhhh..." he swallowed the mouthful, "It's already cold. I didn't want it being wasted... Ehehe..." he tried to weasle out of potential trouble with a guilty little chuckle.
"I don't care if it's cold now, I was still gonna eat it you little-" Orange made a grab for what was left of it, Spamton jerking it away with a squawk. Yellow leaned backwards to avoid being smacked with the coveted half eaten slice.
"If you break anything you're paying for it," Pink said, not blaming Orange for escalating the situation.
"Give it!" Orange demanded, halfway sitting on Spamton.
"It's too late! My germs!"
"YOU THINK I CARE!? GIVE IT!" Orange was leaning over Spamton, trying to grab the pizza. Spamton acted quickly, shoving the rest in his mouth like a chipmunk and chewing it with a devious smile. "YOU SNAKE!" Spamton swallowed it with a grin.
"All gone. If you want more there's still some in the kitchen. You can even microwave it first~," he said, a little too cocky.
Orange was fuming. "I know that, but this isn't about the pizza anymore. IT'S ABOUT THE PRINCIPLE!"
"Oh come on, lighten up. It's not like it was the last piece," Spamton said nonchalantly, patting his belly. Orange finally pounced, pinning Spamton on his stomach to put him in a headlock for a noogie. Spamton despised having his hair messed up like that. Yellow watched the tussle from the next cushion over, casually eating his candy like he was watching a spectacle, but as the orange Addison wrapped his arm around Spamton's neck, his thumb grazed from under Spamton's chin, into the crook of his neck making the smaller ad choke out a squeak and a chortal, shoulders coming up to protect himself. Spamton had never felt that before, like a jolt of electric giddiness. His eyes went wide and Orange was about to commence his intended vengeance when the the onlooker inches away spoke up.
"Wait WAIT, " Yellow grabbed Orange's hand. Spamton let out a breath of relief, unaware of the suspicious eyes of the fellow spiky haired ad.
"What!? Is there a reason you're impeding justice right now?" Orange questioned.
Yellow answered by extending his left hand, gently worming his fingers into the crook of Spamton's neck. The white Addison gasped, squealed, and tittered. He hunched his shoulders up again as giggles bubbled out of his throat against his will. Orange went wide eyed; Yellow had a matching expression. He pulled his hand away, the two making eye contact before grinning like maniacs.
"You're ticklish?" Yellow finally said. Spamton froze. Was he?... He had no idea.
"Am I???" he looked up from his awkward position, absolutely confused. Orange squeezed Spamton's side gently, and Spamton jerked in the pin, squeaking before laughing again. "AHAhaeha! WAIT!" The word came out on its own as the overwhelming feeling triggered it automatically. Is that what it felt like??? Giddy AND overwhelming? This was confusing.
Blue and Pink finally stopped talking and looked over, not caught up on the discovery or the reason why the fight was paused.
Pink raised a brow, "You just gonna sit on him all night or-"
"He's ticklish," Orange said. The room went quite.
Then-
"You're kidding-" Pink spoke up.
"Nope," Yellow beamed. The next thing Spamton knew, Blue and Pink were both standing up, slowly walking over as Orange sat up, pulling Spamton into his lap.
"Well well well.... You mean to tell me that the little bastard that used to tickle us all the time back in the day... is also ticklish?" Pink said, vengeful intent dripping from his voice.
"ITS NEWS TO ME TOO YOU DONT HAVE TO RUB IT IN!" Spamton snapped.
"You sure you weren't hiding THAT from us too? How could you NOT know!?" Yellow demanded.
"Hellooooo, spamware??? You guys are unique in not thinking I'll give you a virus from you even LOOKING at me let alone touchin' me. How COULD I know!?"
"Fair enough... But I don't see why it took us so long to even ask the question if you were ticklish," Orange mumbled.
"Well it's certainly not MY fault. I'm just as surprised as you!" Spamton wiggled in Orange's grip.
Blue chuckled, standing in front of Spamton next to Pink. "This guy? This cocky little fella? The ad tickle monster himself? He's actually ticklish...?" Blue smirked. Spamton squirmed a bit more as he was surrounded, Orange's arms holding him like a seat belt. He felt like prey all the sudden.
"L-look, come on. I-it's a right of passage, isn't it? You guys seemed to like it, I don't see why you're acting like it's some transgression that deserves penance! I was supposed to, wasn't I!?" Spamton tried to explain.
"Oh, it was fun," Yellow grinned.
"speak for yourself" Pink mumbled.
"It was SO much fun. We want you to have JUST as much fun as WE did," Yellow finished with a grin. In an effort of silent coordination, all four colored Addisons grabbed a limb, taking Spamton to the carpeted floor. Spamton yelped, cut off with an 'oof', wriggling as his younger siblings all wrangled him into a starfish position, each sitting on an arm or leg.
"THIS ISN'T EVEN REMOTELY FAIR!" he struggled, easily overpowered by four brothers, each double his size.
"Well, now you know what it was like for us," Blue teased, the others chuckling.
"BUT THERE WAS ONLY ONE OF ME! THERE'S FOUR OF YOU!" he squealed.
"Right, right, well you should have thought about that, munchkin," Yellow shot back. Spamton laid there, slightly terrified. That feeling from before, he was about to feel a whole lot of it, and he still couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He was just worried it would all be too much at once.
"Hey, H-HEY hold on, I was never mean, you gotta gimme that much credit!"
"Mean? Who said anything about being mean? We're paying you back just the way you used to do it, dummy," Orange scoffed like Spamton's concerns were crazy, he did shoot Pink a warning glance though.
Pink rolled his eyes. "Right. Just the way he used to... Which honestly... Is much funnier, " Pink relented his hardass persona a bit.
"Well, now that we're all on the same page, I think there's someone who deserves to taste his own medicine~" Blue spoke up, wiggling his fingers a few inches above Spamton's left side and ribs. The white Addison tensed at the sight.
"Awww, don't tell me that's gettin to ya," Yellow teased, mimicking Blue's movements on the opposite side. Spamton didn't even know how to respond. He felt his nerves already tingling, a giddiness in his belly at the threat of more of that feeling from earlier.
Orange chuckled at the sight, joining in with his hands poised over Spamton's belly. A goofy, nervous grin started to take over his face and a giggle slipped out when Yellow taunted, "We're gonna getchya~" Damnit, they really were gonna turn his own antics of the past on him. Pink just shook his head, gently squeezing at Spamton's left knee to stop the stalling. The other three were pleased and surprised when Spamton burst into giggles immediately, wiggling and tossing his head.
"AHAHEAHahah! AAH! AHEEheeheahee! Thihihis feeheeheels fuhuUHUHUhunny!?" Spamton said through his laughter, sounding baffled, but not miserable. Pink actually smiled, seeing that the simple tickle to Spamton's knee alone was making him laugh like that. The others giggled with him, finding it all too amusing too before their hands decended. Their fingers danced gently in the way Spamton would when they were younger, teasing his ribs and armpits and sides and belly. "EEEEK!!! AHAHEAHAEAHAHA! WAHAHAIT I CAHAHAN'T-PFFFFFFT HAHAEAHA!" The words tumbled out of his mouth all on their own.
Spamton couldn't even begin to accurately describe the feeling. It was like giddy electricity, traveling to his core and making him laugh. It really did feel funny, like hitting your funny bone minus the pain.... Actually it felt A LOT like that. It was driving him a little mad, wanting nothing more than to crawl away from those wiggling fingertips, but he also... didn't? He couldn't wrap his head around it. And even if he could focus past the feeling to try, the verbal teasing began and any hope of thinking at all was lost. All those times when he would tease them came back ten fold.
"Tickle tickle tickle!"
"Awwww, what's-a-matter, Spammy? Does this tickle?"
"Are you ticklish here? What about here?"
"Is this a sweet spot? I think it iiiiis~"
"I got your belly! Gitchy gitchy goo!~"
Blue, Orange, and Yellow wouldn't. Shut. Up. Spamton shrieked as the words shot through him. He'd never been talked to like that ever in his entire life. He'd never had someone... Never had anyone... Even pretend to... No one was there for him when he was first programmed... Is this what it felt like to be... He couldn't even think about that right now. He was too overwhelmed, especially as his belly was now being targeted by four hands instead of just two as if that wasn't more than enough. His laughter rose in pitch and he tossed his head as he felt Pink teasing his toes now as well. He was in stitches and they just started thirty seconds ago max.
The Addisons weren't even making an effort to map out Spamton's tickle spots. They were just trying the obvious places at random to make him laugh, which was working incredibly well. They continued to coo at him the way he would, paying him in full and then some for old time's sake. Pink, on the other hand, was pretty quiet, focusing on the task at hand. Eventually though...
"I don't understand how you don't make much money when you're this cute. You're as marketable as it gets," Pink said casually, if not sounding a little jealous. Spamton squealed at those words, something in his heart panging at the comment. That struck him where it counted. They all heard a shift in Spamton's laughter and witnessed his expression go from overwhelmed giggly confusion to pure joy.
"Whoa! Did that get to ya, munchkin?" Yellow grinned.
"He sounds so happy!" Blue smiled, moving a hand up to fluff Spamton's hair.
"... Was it something I said?" Pink perked up, confused. He was just being honest.
Orange grew a sly smile, "You're right, Pink. In fact, he's so cute, I think I might have him help me model my next outfit."
"WhatHAHat!? ORANGE I-" Jackpot.
"You'd probably double your sales so long as he's wearing that big smile of his," Yellow added, pinching Spamton's cheek playfully with a free hand.
"SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP! AhahEAHAEAHhahEHA! " Spamton was going stir crazy being bombarded with an ad's dream compliments from all sides while fluttering fingers tickled him all over.
"And that silly laugh! It's so charming, you should use it to your advantage," Blue continued to push.
"NOHOHhohoho wahahahay! Ihihi'm nohoHOHOT GONNA-"
"Hold that thought, bud. I just remembered something," Yellow interrupted. Spamton watched, wiggling and giggling as the tickles continued, squeaking when his shirt was lifted up to his bottom ribs. Yellow took a deep, dramatic breath, and Spamton immediately knew what move was being made.
"PBBBBBBT!"
"WAIT WAHAIT WAIT! YEHEHELLOW WA-EEEEHEEHEAHEEHEE!" It was too late. Spamton cackled at the buzzing feeling of a raspberry being blown on his left side.
"Good call! I almost forgot about that," Blue's eyes lit up mischievously before he joined in on the other side, making the white Addison squeal and double over in laughter. Pink and Orange took a moment to watch the silly chaos, stilling their fingers. This was ridiculous, but Spamton certainly earned it. He didn't even seem to hate it either. He was squirming like mad, but he wasn't screeching threats or calling 'uncle'. No, he seemed to be enjoying all the attention.
"Awww, can't handle what you dish out, pipsqueak? Emphasis on the 'squeak', " Orange teased.
"IHIHI CAN HANDLE- EEEHEEHEAHAHAAA!" Spamton's refutaion was cut off when Pink decided to start squeezing his knees again, followed by a couple more raspberries from Blue and Yellow. The ones that migrated to his tummy made the little Addison squeal and babble incoherent nonsense.
"Suuuuure ya caaan," Orange chuckled with a smirk. His fingers started to crawl into the crook of Spamtons neck on both sides, making the smaller Addison hunch his shoulders and squeal. There was no way this was even remotely fair.
"IHIHI WAHAS NEHEHEVER THIhihihis RUTHLESS!" he skrieked as the feeling became more than he could process again.
"I don't know, you could be an assmunch sometimes," Yellow commented.
"THERE WASN'T FOHOHOUR OF ME!"
"And the world is better off for it," Pink retorted. His fingers wormed behind Spamton's knees now, and the white Addison shrieked before devolving into a cackling mess at the combo.
"His face is getting a bit red-"
"Like an adorable little lobster!"
"I can't even tell where his natural blush is anymore... "
"Man, I think he's worse than all of us... How did it take us this long to find out!?"
All exchanged looks, they paused their fingers to let him breath.
"Yohohou... Haaa... Yohou guys... Are... So... Cruel... " Spamton was barley able to choose his words. He took in air heartily, tuning out as his mind swam in the endorphins from laughing so much. His head was still spinning a bit from the experience. The ghostly tingles left over kept him from fully relaxing, causing him to twitch every now and then. The hand that found itself fluffing his hair brought him back from the edge of his wandering mind.
"We really weren't doing muhuhuch," Blue giggled.
"Lies.... Liiiies- you were," Spamton refuted lazily.
"I guess the power of four is just too much for the poor guy," Yellow shook his head dramatically.
"He's got a head start in paying each of us back at least," Orange spoke up, teasing a flutter of fingertips against Spamton's ribs for one last giggle. Spamton did indeed have a lot of tickles to pay for.
"And now I have ammunition for anytime the little twerp tries starting something with me," Pink mumbled.
"Nooooo you don't. This... This isn't ammo... For ANYTHING... " Spamton whined as he caught his breath, leaning his head back against the carpet again. This was absolutely ammo for anything and everything. Part of him hated the idea of his brothers having another way to mess with him, but another part of him was happy at the thought this method might easily replace all the ones they used before. He'd take this over the normal rough housing for sure. He often needed a good laugh after the crappy days he often had. This experience made him feel something he couldn't say he'd ever truly felt before. Like he had a chance. Like his bad luck was just that, and it's not that he wasn't marketable enough. Like people actually cared about him now. It's not that they didn't before, his brothers that is, but this just felt... Different. And as if that wasn't enough,
"I call dibs on holding the half-pint while he recovers from his TERRIBLE treatment," Yellow said, being dramatic to tease Spamton. Before the Email Addison could speak up-
"What!? You think you can keep him to yourself!?" Blue exclaimed. Spamton was looking between the two as Pink got up to sit back in his chair. Orange hugged Spamton while the other two bickered, grinning.
"Seriously, bubs, you're too cute when you're not being a menace. I wasn't joking about you helping me model my outfits," Orange said, slyly kidnapping Spam from the custody of Yellow and Blue. "And obviously I'll pay you for it."
Spamton was weak to the prospect of money... But, "If it's not money I earn through my purpose, I don't want it. It would feel like a hand out. I dont need-"
"-Then I'll pay you in cookies."
"DEAL," the white Addison said faster than he could process. Orange smiled, falling back onto the floor, holding Spamton in a cozy hug. The other two finally noticed.
"HEY!" Blue yelped in realization.
"Are you bogarting the giggle bug!?" Yellow shouted.
"If you DARE let that name stick, you better keep an eye open when you go to sleep in my vicinity," Spamton glared.
"I'm not bogarting anything! There's room," Orange reasoned. Blue and Yellow practically pounced, flanking Orange and Spamton. The little guy was lucky he wasn't claustrophobic as he was caged in by four arms. Both of Orange's and one of Yellow and Blue's each. He couldn't remember a time he felt this warm before.
"Pink's missing out~"
"He's too stubborn. Laaaaame."
"I guess we'll have a foundational family moment without him. Oh well."
"I'm not sure that'll coax him out of his isolation den... I'm not sure he's even capable of being nice to me," Spamton said, definitely not poking the pink bear too. A pillow was launched at Spamton's face from Pink's chair. "AHH-" the impact was comically soft. The sassiest Addison, maybe only rivaling Spamton, got up with a huff. He went to the other chair, tossing it's pillow at the pile of ad programs too. Then the couch pillows and the throw blankets. They each used the pillows they were bombarded with to get comfortable on the floor as Pink intended, even if he was grumbling about how there was no way he'd get on the floor with them. Instead he laid on the couch, directly behind the cuddle puddle and patted Spamton's head before leaving a hand lazily on the smallest Addison's shoulder. He sighed, remote in his free hand.
"Ads are back," Pink said, smiling out of sight of the others. He turned the volume up, and they watched the part of the event they actually enjoyed. The floor, padded with pillows was the main seat in the house for the rest of the party, Spamton in the middle of the snuggly pile, being lulled to sleep by the comfort and the chatter of his siblings. He dreamed big dreams, sleeping in the most comfortable conditions he'd ever experienced. Yellow, Orange, and Blue would probably regret not moving the cuddle pile to the couch tomorrow, but for now, they could care less. It was comfortable right now and Spamton sleeping on Orange's chest made none of them want to move. He looked peaceful and happy.
Even though he was verbally combative at times and had a loud personality to rival anyone, they knew enough about his situation to not shun him for being the way he was. They all had their flaws, and Spamton's stemmed from his physical size and life experience. Seeing him happy was something they couldn't pass up.
I bet even being the shortest one in the family now, Spamton still has (or I guess had) moments where he can wreck his siblings, even though they’re taller now. He’s too much of a goblin not to. Just wanted to ramble about that a bit 😊
Absolutely. He'll climb them like a monkey and wreck them or pounce when they're sitting or laying down. He also has the opportunity to tickle the back of their knees when passing since the sides and ribs are harder to reach casually. If one of them falls down in the process he's cooked. He will promptly be nabbed for revenge.
He also started playing around with the spam copy method a little right before he became a big shot. They were all glad that Spamton learned that late enough that Tenna caught the brunt of that technique, but they were the initial test subjects. It's VERY effective.
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