Jul 10, 2025
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May color these tomorrow
Forgot to post this, but here are my SpamEXs but as Hollow Knight character. Was in a Hollow Knight mood because of Silksong. art by (c) @missnessabless
I jokered @/ghoulettez's (twitter/instagram) spamex Greed, and it ratioed my Gamma ref sheet on twitter, so I wanna see how it does on tumblr
I finally finished a WIP of my guy Strike.
I had time to put into sketch a rough draft of how my SpamEX [[TAQUIÖN]] would look like. I need to do a ton of research about him before doing a clean ref-sheet.
Basically he has 4 arms, but they are braided in bundles of two to each side and tucked against the chest-plate. Because those arms are useless to manipulate objects (the hands are literal laser-guns that can split in half), he produces some kind of ionized smoke from the porthole filters to the sides of his skull faceplate (based on the gas used on old casino machines to fill up the lights -- he's basically constructed after old broken wild-west casino machines and software). This ionized smoke is able to coalesce into more solid things like arms and deft hands (that he uses to play his 15-player Baccarat at his casino or to drink his coffee and spirits). He's used to manipulate objects with just his smoke, and leave his real arms for when he needs to deal with foes, rivals and unruly bounties.
More about him when I get the time to develop him a little more. Thanks to the "Spam Fam" for helping me get the courage to finally draw a first draft of my SpamEX (AFTER A YEAR; I was very shy and unsure about how people would react to my "Enterrador" SpamEX...).
The poncho should have some Mexican "Día de los Muertos" patterns that I need to research later to give it a more readeable pattern to the poncho. The symbols on it (the Pique, Trèfle and Coeur) means "LIFE, LUCK, LOVE" respectively (Fortune is forfeited since he became a greedy casino mogul when he became a SpamEX). The buckle of his belt is a big Spamton NEO skull (represents his transition from the dead NEO and reborn as an "undead" SpamEX).
Anyway, I think he's taller than that Kris, but will make that ref sheet with cleaner profile data when I get the time. If I reckon well, he was made after Kris forgot to check on Spamton tangled in the wires after Kris and co. defeated him with violence. So Spamton's view on the Lightners soured so much that [[TAQUIÖN]] can't see them as anything else but mere walking SOUL capsules waiting to be pop'd...
oof I'm so hungry, I better go make my lunch... 🍝
As shit forgot to mention that I also have another SpamEx It's name is Curio and i have no idea how to properly introduce it so I'll just put some extra stuff under here
💖 Lo que tu ship/OTP favorito de México dice de TI ...
English version ---> HERE
¡Hola a todos! Ya se va a terminar el mes del amor, e inspirada en los videos de “Lo que tu ship favorito de Hetalia dice de ti” y semejantes; y en vista de que México es uno de los países más shipeados, (al menos por el fandom de Countryhumans y Hetalia) decidí hacer esto en colaboración con mi prima. Básicamente es una recopilación de las características que comparten algunos fans cuando emparejan a México con otro país.
ADVERTENCIA Y NOTAS ANTES DE EMPEZAR:
- Dirigido tanto para fans de Countryhumans como de Hetalia. Aclaro que en este blog no se discute si uno es mejor que el otro, y disfrutamos la parte sana de ambos y evitamos la parte tóxica.
- Esto es solo por diversión, y NO SE DEBE TOMAR ENSERIO. Piénsalo como un horóscopo, puede que cumplas con alguna de las características, puede que no. El objetivo es reírnos un poco.
- Estamos conscientes de que no todos los ships aparecerán aquí, o no todos tendrán la misma extensión que otros. Intentamos juntar a todos los que fuera posible.
Sin más que agregar, comencemos:
“I find your brother to be a great tragedy, you know.”
The observation same unprompted, and with the casual air of a man unconcerned. Portugal looked up from his cards, and across at the table at the Netherlands.
The tall man had spoken like he was making light conversation. Portugal found the topic heavier than that. The thought of Spain was always sore to him, especially since they had become so estranged from him since the end of the Hapsburg rule in his own borders.
He glanced at England, who was the third at the table. The shorter blonde still had his eyes determinedly on his cards.
Portugal decided that it was better to address it than to act like it was unsaid. He replied, “What do you mean?”
He was not sure if he wanted the answer. The Netherlands could be a pleasant enough man, but his judgements seemed to fall harshly. He was informed, it seemed, by his own pious Protestant sentiments. He was somber, sober, and always dressed in black, so it seemed that he was perpetually in mourning.
The Netherlands took one card from his hand and laid it on the table before saying, “He has fallen so far. When I fought him, he was still impressive. The great Spanish Bull.”
He paused to stare pensively at the array of cards on the table. It occurred to Portugal that it was his own turn to play a card. He tried to think of which one to use, but his mind was still too fully on Spain.
Without his prompting, the Netherlands continued, “He has every advantage in the world: Rome’s blood, Rome’s looks, and half the world to call his empire.”
This prompted a reproachful look from England, who looked like he would very much like to stress the size of his own empire. But, there was not enough time for him to cut in before the Netherlands said, “But, look at him now. He’s mad with lust for that Aztec boy, and he’s grown fat and indulgent on luxury.”
Portugal felt himself ball up his free hand. He did not want to hear this, even if there was some truth to how much Spain had let himself indulge in his comfortable position. He said, feeling himself gritting his teeth, “You should not speak about something you do not know.”
He knew enough about the bloody conflict between the Netherlands and Spain to know that the bad blood ran deep, and the Netherlands was relishing in this. His enemy fallen so far brought him joy. But, it stirred Portugal’s stomach uncomfortably.
The Netherlands replied as England made his own play, “I may not know everything. But, I do know that he spurned Austria for his New World lover, and divorced him to free up the space at his side. I hear that now he makes love to New Spain quite shamelessly day and night, and everyone in his court knows it.”
There was an edge to his voice that sounded like a kind of gleeful malice that he could not possibly be capable of. Portugal felt sick at the talk.
It got no better when the Netherlands said, “It is a pity that your church doesn’t discourage such lasciviousness. Don’t you think so, Arthur?”
He turned expectantly to the other Protestant in the room. England swallowed hard and said, “This is not a matter of faith.”
Portugal cut in, sharply, “With all of your piousness, you should know that the Proverbs warn against gossip.”
He threw down his cards and said, “If you will excuse me, gentlemen. I do not wish to poison myself with this tonight.”
With that, Portugal stood and left, closing the wooden door with a bang.
Once he was gone, England gave the Netherlands a hard, reproachful look. The tall blonde said, still seemingly unbothered, “It seems that the truth was too much. Antonio is a lecher.”
He picked up the cards that Portugal had thrown down, like he wanted to assess how good his odds had been to win the game. England said, not hiding his irritation, “You speak too freely, Johann. Much too freely.”
With that, he laid down his own cards and left to find Portugal.
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Madrid
Spain watched his sleeping colony with a smile on his face. New Spain’s arms were wrapped tightly around him as he slept. The hold made Spain supremely happy.
He brushed back a piece of New Spain’s hair from his face, and took the time to stare at the young man. His face always looked so sweet when he was asleep, almost innocent, almost virginal. If Spain didn’t know better, he might have assumed that no sin had ever touched the boy.
But, he could also see the dark spot blooming on the skin of New Spain’s neck. It was his own doing. He loved how exquisitely beautiful marks looked on New Spain’s perfect copper skin.
He leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on New Spain’s collarbone, his thanks for a sweet night. New Spain stirred sleepily, but did not wake.
Spain was sure that the excesses of the night were more than enough to keep New Spain very soundly asleep. He loved these moments, when he could appreciate the spoils of his empire.
He moved the blanket down New Spain’s shoulder far enough so that he could kiss the crest of his shoulder. That earned him a sleepy groan from New Spain.
Somewhere, perhaps, they mocked him for doting on New Spain like this. But, he thought as he kissed the boy’s sleeping face, it was worth it. If he could have this, then he did not care.
He said, softly, “Good night, my prince.”
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