Neo_Eo_Neo
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Scott can't make time for many things. Not for parties nor for balls and definitely not for any frivolous pranking.
Its always been like that - comes with ruling and empire he supposed - but he always couldn't help but feel thankfull whenever someone showed up at his doorstep as it always ended up in some distraction from his work.
Needless to say he was very happy when Jimmy showed up at his house,pumpkins in hand and with a smile that could mean nothing but fun.
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Flower husbands pumpkin carving oneshot :)
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When Spamton sang, the notes were written in treble clef. Not bass, not treble 8va, just plain old treble. Up with the sopranos and the altos. The range where women sang. He knew just enough about music to recognize that. He couldn’t identify intervals by ear or sight read, or even read sheet music at all unless you gave him an hour to count through every single note with those stupid little mnemonics you’re supposed to grow out of after a year or so. But he’d be an idiot to not know the difference between treble and bass clef, and even more of an idiot to not know which one he belonged in.
OR: Spamton grapples with the disconnect between a singing voice he likes and an identity he doesn't.
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- Part 6 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
Bookmarked by Neo_Eo_Neo
21 Nov 2025
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In the palm of my (your?) hand by orphan_account
Fandoms: Dangan Ronpa - All Media Types, Super Dangan Ronpa 2
18 Jan 2021
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Hajime wakes up in a body that very much is not his as the thrilling new motive Monokuma has provided them with. Chaos insures.
It turns out bodies tell a lot more about a person than first expected.
(occurs after chapter two of sdr2)
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14 Sep 2025
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“Arright, are you done pretending you give a shit about my sales?”
“Whaaat?” Banner asked with an affronted gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. Spammie rolled her eyes. “Is it so wrong for me to be interested in my little sister’s career?” Spammie grimaced at the title and told herself it was just because of the ‘little.’
“Yeah, sure, Bans, but we both know you’re not,” she reminded him. “I’m not stupid. Come on, spit it out, whaddaya need from me?” Banner scoffed, his other hand coming up to rest dramatically against his forehead.
"You wound me."OR: Spamton's brother approaches him to model yet another outfit. It does not go quite as expected.
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- Part 4 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
Bookmarked by Neo_Eo_Neo
14 Sep 2025
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“You know I’m not judging you,” Tenna huffed. “It’s fine if you want to dye your hair! I was just curious.” Spamton’s forced smile slowly withered down into a small frown. He grabbed a loose strand of hair between his thumb and forefinger, spinning it in his grip. Tenna crossed his arms expectantly as he watched Spamton mull over how he wanted to respond. He really didn’t see what the big deal was.
“Fine, yeah, I dye it,” Spamton admitted finally. He gestured at his hair with his free hand. “Gotta have a signature style.”
“Oh,” Tenna said. “Oh, yes, of course!” He laughed to himself. “I’m all for it! It does rather suit your brand!”OR: Tenna discovers that Spamton dyes his hair and it quickly snowballs into something bigger than he was expecting.
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- Part 3 of Cube's Trans Spamton Musings
Bookmarked by Neo_Eo_Neo
14 Sep 2025