#cracksofneon

[thegrengrr]

fanart of @tmblr-sexy-garbage-man 's banger of a fanfic <3 everyone go read it right fucking now. this is a threat.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74730871

[cosmobeagle]

So uhh, I don't know how Tumblr works, but I made some fanart for a deltarune fic I really like called Cracks of [NEON] by @tmblr-sexy-garbage-man so I'm putting this here to show my appreciation.

Please go read it. The writing is phenomenal. There's so much depth and character relationships and subtle (?) worldbuilding and absolutely devastating emotional impact... I don't know, man. Several moments had me either laughing out loud or tearing up and it's given me something to look forward to ever since I started reading it. It's great.

(This is more or less how they're supposed to look in the first few chapters.)

[snoopyies]

A very small portion of a scene from @tmblr-sexy-garbage-man ‘s fic! It’s awesome, go check it out :^) cured my art block

Man they’re so stupid and lovable, I’m totally gonna ignore the ending of the latest chapter…

[tmblr-sexy-garbage-man]

In November of 2025, I decided that I wanted to start writing again. I hadn't written in years. Writing was a hobby that I used to have when I was younger, something I used to be good at. But I had some free time and had always wanted to try out the NaNoWriMo challege, so I decided to give it a go.

The only issue was that I had terrible brainworms. I wanted to start writing a book, but the only thing I could think about was Spamton and Tenna Deltarune.

So, I decided to try something new. I allowed myself to try writing fanfiction. I had never done it before, I had very little motivation to post it. I just wanted to write, and instead of fighting my brain, I let it do what it wanted.

I wrote nearly 45k words by the end of November.

Three weeks in to my little experiment, I decided to post what I had on ao3. Just to see what the response would be.

If you had told me then that, by the end of May, I would have written over 150k words, I would've laughed in your face. If you had told me that I would meet people in an amazing community, that I would find a new hobby that I was super passionate about, that I would rediscover my love of writing, I would not have believed you.

If you had shown me that a thousand people would read my work and enjoy themselves, I might've cried on the spot. Like I will be doing tonight.

Thank you all, so, SO much for this. There are no words for the love I have gotten since I've started posting. This community is wonderful and full of so many talented people, and it is an honor to be among you.

Also! There is a new chapter tonight. A bit of a celebration, if you ask me. Enjoy :)

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[device-friend-fern]

Finally read cracks of neon and good god. I mean it was peak literature but it made me confront things I was NOT ready to confront about myself through relating just a little too much to those little freaks. Jfc man

[tmblr-sexy-garbage-man]

Hello! I’m a little shy to ask, but do you maybe have a description of Spamtons appearance so far from your cracks of neon fic? I’d really love to draw him! If it’s too much trouble or you don’t have any specific details lying around, I’ll simply read through the fanfic again (which I’m gonna do anyway cause it’s honestly incredible) I wanted to ask just in case you had any specific details. Have an awesome day!

OMG YES PLEASE AAH!!

Okay so I've said on this blog before that I don't draw and that's MOSTLY true. My day job is as a professional CG artist, so I have enough artistic training to do sketches as reference material, but I don't really enjoy drawing / make a hobby of it. I did, however, make myself a reference sheet for Spamton's physical transformations throughout the fic, which I am happy to share!

I also did some playing around with Addison anatomy like a SUPER long time ago in case anyone is curious what I think this stuff looks like. I think I tried to post it at one point but I had like 0 followers at the time and got embarrassed and deleted it lol. Ignore the Addison's fuckass haircuts I didn't have the energy to make them look cute

Please please PLEASE run wild and free!! Make so much art omg!! If you do, absolutely tag me so I can see it!!

EDIT: I realized after posting that there is one thing that has changed from when I made this reference sheet, and it's his final tooth! In the earlier versions of the concept, he took out all of them, but I decided he should maybe stop just before getting all of them. Did a quick update to the reference, but it isn't very different from a visual standpoint

[tmblr-sexy-garbage-man]

Susie brushed him off. "You said you needed new parts though, right? Kris and I were able to track some stuff down." Kris, watching silently until this point, reached into their pocket and produced a mess of cables, metal, and plastic, compressed into a tight ball. "We trashed a monitor," Susie said with manic glee. "It was sick. You found it outside of Berdly's place, right, Kris?" Kris was silent for a full three seconds before they responded. "He had two, so I took one," they murmured with a nonchalant shrug. "Right, sure. Who needs two monitors anyway?" Susie rolled her eyes. "Not when it could be used as parts for the Mr. Ant Tenna!"

NEW CHAPTER!

This one is a bit of a doozy, I hope you enjoy the lore dump! We're in the end game now...

Shout out to @hatorbee for doing a bit of sanity checking for this chapter!! Check out their fic Growing Pains, it's absolutely excellent!

Also, in celebration of the last 5 chapters of the fic, I have decided to turn on guest comments on ao3! For all those following along without an ao3 account, come hop in and celebrate with us! :)

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[tmblr-sexy-garbage-man]

Despite admiring Spamton's skill and dexterity, Tenna couldn't help but notice everything else about him. He moved slowly, spoke quietly. His eyes, although sharp and attentive, were sunken. His glow was dim. "Are you planning on sleeping tonight?" Tenna asked cautiously. "[Why would ]n't I?" Spamton didn't look up from his work. "Because you didn't last night." The puppet huffed. "I slept a little." "Define a little." "I don't know, T-[TRASH HEAP]," he bit back. "A little."

I'm sure he's fine :) Enjoy!

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