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A bad poet with dreams. Agender. He/Him. 30’s. Chronically late to games. Occasionally nsfw. ☕️ 📝 ao3.org/users/hawkeing_eta Saoirse don Phalaistín.

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Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Jun 14

So crocheting is going pretty well.

A soft orange scarf, folded on itself, and crocheted with the moss stitch.

A crocheted bandana with splotchy coloration of the asexual flag (black, gray, white, and purple), and picot edging.

A close up shot of a solid black bandana made with granny stitches and picot edging. The yarn is much thinner than the previous bandana.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· May 29

Today is Ruhvi’a’s nameday and also the anniversary of when I started playing FFXIV, seven years ago now, my most precious baby boy I love you so much you’re so special and you haven’t changed At All.

A zoomed in screenshot of the FFXIV character creator. The miqo’te character has short black hair, gold eyes, and has a bow on his back.

The same miqo’te man from the previous photo. Physically nothing has changed on him except his hair is now more naturally grayer. He wears a loose, open white shirt with leather straps and accents, a gold pair of pince-nez, and gold ear clasps.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Mar 29

I replaced the battery in my pokewalker and found my missing Jirachi, it’s going to be stuck in there forever

Photo of the author holding a pokewalker in his hands. On the screen is a Jirachi.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Mar 2

— /LOG???

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Mar 2

DRIVE.EXE — /LOG1_EXECUTE: archiveofourown.org/works/791976... [🏷️ #spamtenna, #spamton, fic]

Is this what snow feels like? Is it soft and gentle like the dustings that pile up around the studio? Like the clouds speckling a blue sky? It looks like it would be. The dust he trudges through is light enough it hardly drags his legs down as he tries to keep a steady pace forward. Spamton can only guess what the real thing is like. Photos of advertised vacation spots in the mountains, skiing the slopes of winter resorts, voyages to icy and desolate, yet pristinely beautiful, regions—he's only ever seen it through a screen, through the lens of a pitch. Is it really as beautiful as they sell it to be?

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Feb 27

The talking Pikachu plush doesn’t work anymore unfortunately, but the little guy does

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Feb 27

I still have some of the Pokemon toys and things I’ve had since I was a kid (these are just a few of the old things I have). I want to get a nice little display case or shelf for it all one day. I just can’t bare to let them go shdksg

A photo of various 90’s Pokemon toys displayed on a wooden desk. Such things include, right left to right, a talking Mew toy, an Ancient Mew Pokemon card, a plush Raichu, a gold-plated Mewtwo card in the pokeball display case, the talking Pikachu plush, a talking Pikachu figure, a Pokemon catching game in the shape of a pokeball, a Charizard plush, a stack of Gameboy cartridges including Yellow, Red, Silver, and Crystal, and a berry red Gameboy Color.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Feb 12

My friends got me a replacement of Crystal for my birthday…

An old berry red GameBoy Color is held up and displaying the game Pokemon Crystal Version, with the female protag standing just outside a small building in New Bark Town.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Feb 9

Pacific Drive inspired fic about Spamton, his car, and the maddening fallout after the failed contract. DRIVE.EXE — /NEW_FILE: ao3.org/works/79197656 [🏷️ #spamtenna, #Spamton, fic]

♪ —e your answer do… ♪

A whispered laugh bounces in his skull, and did the glass of brandy shatter? His eyes are too heavy, if he opens them they feel like they might explode. It takes whatever he can drag up from deep in his gut just to roll over onto his side. It immediately feels like a mistake. A sharp stab in his side, like a knife between his ribs, has disgusting little bright stars burning in his already aching eyes, and his lungs seize up halfway through the gasp. He chokes on it, coughs and hacks through whatever gulp and gasp for air he can snatch as his side feels to rip apart.

He holds the breath. The radiating pain from the pressure as it presses against his ribs is grounding, but his head. He's going to pass out, he swears, he's floating all over again, his eyes are pounding—the jabbing pain stabilizes just long enough he finally manages to finish the roll.

♪ I——alf crazy… ♪

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Jan 24

One last tiny snippet before I try to finish these drafts and rewrites. [🏷️ Snippet; Draft; Spamton-centric]

/LOG???:
You hear it.
Somewhere deep and distant, but it's there. A little spark in the dark, right where your heart used to be, you think. You're sure. A chained little thing, but it's there. You hear it. As sure as you know the sky is blue, even if no one else knows. You do.
It wasn't for him. But maybe, you thought, it could be.
There's a great expanse before you, and shouldn't the world be your oyster? Shouldn't it bend to you after all it's done? Chewing you up and spitting you out like cud, left to stink and rot in the bottom of a spittoon? You deserve it. You deserved it.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Jan 18

I’m not going to lie, as much I promise myself to keep trying in regards to writing, I do have this deep seeded fear I’ve lost touch with it and I won’t get it back. Knowing people still enjoy something I wrote a long time ago helps keep me wanting to try. So thank you, anon…

Anonymous (Guest) left the following comment on Chapter 2: Omake of Responsibility:
I come back and read this entire series of fics everytime I replay persona 5. My MC is always Akira Kurosu because of this series. It looks like it's been a few years since you uploaded anything to this account, so on the off chance that you still use the attached email and will see this notification - thank you for your writing. Your Jun and Tatsuya are such wonderful interpretations of the characters and the way they mesh with the P5 cast is such a delight to read.
If you aren't writing any more, I hope you have some new creative outlet that brings you joy. Wishing you the best.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Jan 17

Still just in rough draft slapping-words-down territory, but have a little peek at the crossover thing I've been excited about working on [🏷️ Snippet; Draft; #Spamtenna]

*I'—alf crazy…*
His arms shake beneath him as he pushes himself up, nearly collapsing once or twice before finally managing to get his feet beneath him. The rush in his ears subsides as his pounding head evens out and only now does it register. It's so quiet. The heel of his palms dig into his eyes as he tries to ground himself, to push down the splitting headache a little longer and he has to think. He has to think. He presses harder.
He was driving. He was driving away. He was driving to get away. A flash—bright, blinding, it burns—there was a flash.
He looks up. That's right.
*All for the l— —ou…*
The car. It sits in a heap in the rocks and rubble and snow. The driver door hangs off a hinge while the one behind is completely missing; the tires are flat or falling off if not simply lost somewhere in those dusty, empty hills. Smoke billows from beneath the dented hood. The only sound, it feels, is the radio fighting for its life to sing through the encroaching crest of static.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Dec 19

A drawing of a person with an intense look on their face, sweating, and a hand pressed to their brow.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Dec 5

I think there is an issue with me and strawpage as this is implying you’ve submitted other messages, but unfortunately, this is the only thing in my inbox… If people are wondering when I’ll respond to their requested prompts, I’ve never seen them. I’m sorry they seem to have gotten lost

A strawpage message that reads: trying to keep these kind of vague so u can have lots of Artistic Freedom and also i am just not great at coming up with prompts lol. anyway i adore ur writing n hope u are doing well :)

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 20

An orange cat is laying down but perched up. A red question mark is floating by its head.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 16

Slowly writing more, have the bit of Tenna reminiscing and sticking his foot in his mouth. Hopefully I’ll finish this soon, I have one more bit to draft [Snippet; Draft] #spamtenna

"I remember it," he continues, and it's almost lost in that faint low howl of the distant
wind of the valley below.
"WELL DON'T KEEP ME [[Edge Of Your
Seat Thrills!]]"
A small chuckle reverberates and the way
Tenna's hands fold and flex into each other is like an embarrassed shy schoolgirl.
“...It was that time you finally caved and took me for a ride in that car of yours. Do you remember that?" Tenna is still staring out at
the open expanse despite his folding and bending back and forth. Spamton watches the way something soft, far off and lonely fold over the smile he still retains. Tenna does not wait for an answer. "You came back to the studio after a rough recording day. You even dressed up a bit for the occasion!" His laugh shifts into a sigh, "Oh, Spammy.. You looked so handsome then. All dolled up... just for me." He sinks further into himself at each word, lost in the reminiscing.

Antenna bolt straight up once the words
sink in and that smile flat lines.
"Wh- Wait, no, that's — That's not what I
- I don't mean to say — Not that you're - That was a bad turn of phrase I just mean you—"
"[[Cathode]]."
Tenna looks at him. That mouth waivers as
he sheepishly holds onto one of the bars of the railing.
"IS THAT [[Gab]] OF YOURS LONELY?" He jabs.
"WH HUH WHAT."
"WITH 1 [[One]] FOOT IN THERE?"
Tenna's screen suddenly burns bright and Spamton just laughs, sharp and loud, as he leans further with his prodding tease. Tenna abruptly turns away but his screen still shines that bright pink.
"You're just as impossible as you always were," Tenna huffs but Spamton sees the corner of his mouth twitch with humor.
"[[The Classics You Know And Love!]]"

Tenna shakes his head and turns further away to hide but that rumble and the shaking of his shoulders has already given him well away.
"ANYWAY!" Tenna exclaims, hands slamming down at his sides as he springs himself up to stand. "That all has nothing to do with anything! And I-!" He stands straight and proper, one hand politely behind his back while the other fusses with his yellow tie. "Well. I've.
Been working on a little something special, like I said, and." He fusses with the tie more. "It's far from done or ready for much of anything. In fact, it's hardly off the ground, to be honest, haha! But!" Tenna finally looks down to him.
His hand pries away from his tie and he bends at the waist enough to hold out that hand in hesitant invite. "I... think it could use your input."
Spamton squints hard at him, at that offered gloved hand and this is surely yet another test, another ploy to pull over on him. But Tenna remains, that faint touch of pink tinting his screen an honesty Tenna could never betray.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 15

I’m fighting with myself to see this as the accomplishment that it actually is but I had to be brutally honest with myself when I made that goal at the beginning of the year, and for a bit there I didn’t think I’d even do this. Small steps. I’m getting myself back in small steps

Screenshot and crop of StoryGraph’s goal tab. It reads: “2025 Reading Goals. You have read 6 books this year.” In smaller text beneath the full progress bar reads: “Reading goal met! 🎉”

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 7

Still illegible, sorry, but wrote more. We’re getting there (also yes I am recycling/reworking a strawpage request here)

A close-up photo of a writing tablet. The screen is completely filled with handwritten prose. The handwriting itself is unfortunately hard to make out and the author apologizes for the inconvenience.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 5

No holds barred apparently (they just included this with him)

An art card is being held up by the author. It is a cute drawing of Tenna in pinks and reds with light angel wings as he floats up, his antennae in the shape of a heart. Smaller Tennas surround him in various poses: one about to shoot a cupid’s bow with a large smile, one giggling, and another hurriedly flying off with an arrow comically stuck in his butt. “ROMANCE SEQUENCE” in various fonts is in the upper right corner, and all the available blank space is filled with little hearts of various colors.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 5

They are reunited once again

Two plush toys of Tenna and Spamton. They are seated side-by-side on a black floor chair with a white throw blanket behind them.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Nov 2

Also I swear I have been writing, I’ve just been making myself hand write things out since I miss it and prefer it, however that also means it is illegible until I copy it over. Sorry. I’m working on spamtenna stuff I promise

A photo of a writing tablet set on top of a workbench. The page is completely full of handwritten prose, but the writing itself is messy and hard to make out.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Oct 19

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Oct 18

A blurry photo of a little black cat jumping around excitedly inside a white bathtub.

Everschade : : ⏾@everschade· Oct 17

Sometimes lying down just makes the pounding in my head worse when I have a migraine so I tend to just power through the worst of it with sunglasses in my dark room until the exedrin kicks in