#spamsician au

[penbwl]

It’s been a while…

[sylphidine]

[Fic Excerpt] Stars

I come bearing Yuletide gifts, gentle readers!

Have a winter-themed chapter of a longer Swatchton fic previously posted on AO3. The premise is based on Penbwl's Spamsician AU and set in the future in Castle Town. Swatch and Spamton are both elderly; the younger Swatchlings have taken over the Color Cafe. Swatch is free to create art to their heart's content. Spamton in this AU glitches in song lyrics rather than in ads and l33tspeak; he still plays piano and sings, but he's getting a bit arthritic.

Enjoy!

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One of the drawbacks of being married to a visual artist was that they sometimes dragged their partner into situations that weren't always comfortable, just so they could "soak up inspiration".

Fortunately for Spamton, that drawback was negated by the fact that the visual artist he was married to was Swatch, who also happened to be a textile artist.

And one of the many benefits to having Swatch as a partner was that there seemed to be a never-ending supply of knitted goods in the apartment they shared. This never-ending supply stood Spamton in good stead on this cold winter night as he and Swatch sat together in the porch swing set up on the balcony outside Swatch’s studio.  They were both swaddled in sweaters, scarves, hats, and afghans, with two tasques and a phearrette snuggled up on their laps. Meta4 and SimiLee each had their own sweaters in dark blue and white stripes; Slinky had a solid sweater in periwinkle stretching over the pneumatic tube that was her middle, leaving her back legs and her wire-coil tail swinging free and dangling off the edge of the swing cushion.

The sky above Castle Town was awash with the starscape that changed so slowly it seemed to never change at all, other than some lights varying their sparke. The warm lamp-glow spilling from the studio through the sliding glass doors was apparently enough for Swatch to see by, because the pencil in their hand was virtually flying over the pad of paper balanced on the knee that was not claimed by a trilling SimiLee.

Spamton loved watching Swatch work on their art; it was so different from what he did while he was composing at the piano or performing on stage. Spamton’s music burst out of him, pulled out of his bones and blood; Swatch’s paintings seemed to take form from the quiet introspective center of their mind. That wasn’t to say that Spamton’s music didn’t have moments of sweetness and delicacy, or that Swatch’s canvases didn’t have great splashes of fierceness and flamboyance.  But the sheer focus that Swatch put into their creation looked to Spamton as though his husband had to go inward rather than outward to express themself.

Tonight Swatch was sketching the sky above them, and then adding great swirls of stars and clouds. Spamton looked forward to seeing the colours Swatch would use when they transformed the sketch into paint. Silver? Gold? Blue? Purple?  Probably all of those colours and more.

Without consciously intending to do so, he started to sing a Lightner song under his breath, “Now the starlight which has found me/Lost for a million years/Tries to linger as it fills my eyes/'Tll it disappears/Could it be that somebody else is/Looking into my mind/Some other place/Somewhere/Some other time.’

Swatch turned their head slightly toward Spamton when some of the words caught their attention, but they still continued to draw as they asked their husband, “Do you ever think that there might be other worlds out there, not just the Lightners’ world? Worlds where there could be a different you and a different me?”

“Different how?” 

“Hmmmm. If each one of those stars has a world around it, how different would you and I be? Is there a world where you’re a tasque and I’m a maus? Is there a world where we’re two pirate captains on one ship? Is there a world where I’m a prince like Ralsei and you’re the rose I keep under glass? Is there a world where you’re the butler and I’m the salesman? Is there..” Swatch trailed off, lost in thought, and their pencil slowed.

Spamton didn’t have to think long before answering. “[[We may be planetary, but it's time we had some suns.]] If there are lots of other yous and lots of other mes, I’d hope they’re all [[so happy together]] as we are.” He gently took the pencil out of Swatch’s hand and leaned over to kiss his husband on the side of their beak.

The painting, when it was completed a few weeks later, showed shapes in the star patterns, shapes that resembled a multitude of Swatches and an equal multitude of Spamtons, each reaching out to one another across the vastness of the night sky.

Full fic here...

[pigeon-scratches]

@penbwl I MIGHTVE DONE A FEW MORE SKETCHES HRRRNRNNGBGBGHDHGHD FROTHS AT MOUTH

Bonus:

[sylphidine]

for the author thing, 17, 12, 29

Oooh, some good ones!

Your favorite character to write this year?

Always hard to pick one, so it's kind of a tie between two.

I've found myself very fond of the stories and chapters I've written this year for North from RISE OF THE GUARDIANS, whether as the ROTG-canon Guardian of Wonder or as the human professor of Arts and Music at NDU.

And I have really enjoyed writing for Tasque Manager from Deltarune, whether canon-fanon welding her into Castle Town via the Spamsician AU created by @penbwl, or her human!AU version Tabitha Montgomery Tanner in CALL SIGNS.

How many WIP’s do you have in your docs for next year?

Nine definites, with three more possible as sequels to extant works.

Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

Hehehe, you ask all the tough ones. Hmmm.

Gotta be this texting exchange between T.M. and Swatch. Especially the "Captain Backup Bride" bit. Their friendship cracks me up, even as the author.

From: MOGGY

Wednesday: 22:47

hey you wanna have a movie party on friday and can i bring aster over i dont think hes seen spiderverse yet

From: BIRDMAN

Wednesday: 22:48

Yes, we can have a movie party on Friday. No he can’t come. I swear to gods he’s “Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” given physical form. From: MOGGY Wednesday: 22:49

huffy swatchy

From: BIRDMAN

Wednesday: 22:50

You know I'm right.

From: MOGGY

Wednesday: 22:55

At this point I will cuddle anything to prevent from dying alone

From: BIRDMAN

Wednesday: 22:56

Don't say that, dear. You know I'm your backup bride for when we turn 50.

From: MOGGY

Wednesday: 23:01

love you

From: BIRDMAN

Wednesday: 23:02

Love you too. See you tomorrow for Turkey Day.  Bring my DVD.

From: MOGGY

Wednesday: 23:03

YES SIR CAPTAIN BACKUP BRIDE SIR

love you good night

Thank you for the ask!

[penbwl]

Uncle Spamton enjoyers come get your food

(SP@MT1S SHIPPERS DNI)

[penbwl]

Old gay people + Josh my beloved

(If you have any doodle requests or questions for the au feel free to send asks! Any art is also welcome<3)

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Hello swatchton gang here’s some sneo

Spamsician au isn’t dead I’m just lazy

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If you check my Instagram you can join the DTIYS for this post!:) (I’m Penbwl on every social media)

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The angsty part 2 that nobody asked for ,, set in the future

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Big shot spamsician is kind of a douchebag for a while

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He’s a huge drama queen

Does this even count as swatchton if they’re basically just oc’s at this point? Eh whatever

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And then they make out

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P 1/2 (whenever I have time I’ll continue,, I literally have a wholeass timeline and fanfic in my head)

They just got hired so they’re new to the job and very shy,, and it doesn’t help when the guy they’re serving is the cute little pianist who just moved in. Also long snoot Swatch ladies and gentlemen😤👌

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Parenting three chaotic gremlin bird children

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Vesterrrrrrr