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i still see you underneath it all #spamtenna

Just a reminder I always take spamtenna drabble requests, or ask me about something if you want to hear me babble about them

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Artorias of the Abyss escaping Oolacile Township

Legend

#soulstober #soulsborne #art #sketch

good ol fashioned lover boy #spamtenna

Thank you so much, that means a lot.. 🙇‍♂️

* IT'S ALL I WANTED. TO [[Showroom]] YOU A [small] TASTE OF [[HyperlinkBlocked]]. Slowly, he pushes himself up, the blankets shifting off his shoulders. The heavy weight of Tenna's arm across his waist keeps him pinned, but he doesn't push far. Spamton just stares into that dark screen and begs himself to see it as it is. There are no cracks, no scratches or blemishes on the glass despite how a dark shadow lays across the screen. Tenna is fine and safe. His hand shakes and he doesn't even realize as he reaches out and grips the edge of the plastic casting. They are safe and sound in a big comfortable bed and there is no snow and dust surrounding them and there is no frantic yelling somewhere in the distance and he isn't crying. The plastic of Tenna's casting is solid under his hand. The bedsheets and pillowcases are soft beneath his body. Tenna's arm is heavy on top of him, and the dark is quiet. A finger scratches against plastic. * FOR YOU, [[Cathode]].

He stares. His hand shakily slides along the casting until it rests on top, the side of Tenna's screen, and Spamton drags himself forward. It's too dark to see his own reflection on that black screen and it is a little blessing he will never admit to. * YOU [[???: File Not Found]] WHAT IT [[For Intended Purposes]]. FOR YOU. FOR YOU. IT WAS [[All Or Nothing]] FOR YOU. He presses further more, until his forehead gently knocks against the hollow glass of Tenna's screen, and he feels the gentle soft sensation of the static radiating from it. He stills. He drags his head a little further down the screen, dispersing the fuzzy static more, then holds very still. He doesn't know for how long. Finally he sighs and sinks into himself and the dark screen. * I'M THE BIGGEST [[Clown Around Town]]. I JUST WaNTED [[HyperlinkBlocked]]. I WAN TeD [HyperlinkBlocked]]. I WANT3D yOU TO KNOW [HyperlinkBlocked]].

His hand slips from the casting, and he slips further down Tenna's screen until he hits the pillow beneath, and sinks into it, pressing himself further into the glass and casting like trying to hide away in the corner of an alley. The plastic clinks as he burrows further, little wires and springs of his joints settlings into themselves and finally he stills and quiets again. Only briefly, Tenna shudders.

[2/2]

A strawpage anon message: drabble about spamtenna: Spamton struggling to communicate his feelings to tenna, tenna trying to avoid receiving the message.

There's a lingering scent of ozone and burnt plastic hanging in the air. The light, crisp scent twining with the thick, heavy air he's sure will stick to the bedsheets for a while yet. It presses down the more he recognizes it, the more familiar it is and the way it creeps in like a faint memory. It's more than faint. The weight of it is near crushing and Tenna is asleep. It had been impulsive, as most things are with him. Tenna asking too many questions, those hands wandering and lingering in places setting off alarm bells like car horns in his head and it had to stop. It had to move, don't touch that, don't look at that, don't worry about it. Shove his hands somewhere else, shove the questions to the side, there's not enough room for them if his mouth is preoccupied with his teeth. Spamton doesn't want to talk about it. It's easier to just feel than to think, and Tenna wouldn't find satisfaction in the answers he seeks anyway. Surely he wouldn't. From his little bundle of blankets and arms he's tangled in, Spamton stares at that dark blank screen as it rests sunken into the pillow. There's the urge, lying just beneath, to get up and leave.

Tenna's bed is large, soft, and luxurious. Just like before, like he remembers. Spamton feels the weight of the blanket alone pressing down on him and it's a grounding, secure weight. it leaves him on edge, like he'll get tangled up in the sheets and comforter if he tries to move, let alone from the weight of the arms around him. He could slip out and maybe Tenna wouldn't notice. Spamton shifts just enough to wiggle one of his arms free. It rests against the pillow and sheets. Tenna lays beside him, encompassing everything, still and quiet. A small plastic finger scratches against the pillowcase. * ...YOU WANT TO [[Listen Here!]] A JOKE, [[Boobtube]]? It is an effort to keep his own voice down, to something even resembling reasonable and not crack the stillness of the dark bedroom. Tenna remains quiet and comfortable, and it's only in these little in-between times that there's a chance of honesty able to exist. That little finger scratches a little harder until the rest ball the fabric into his fist.

Strawpage drabble request 🙇‍♂️

#spamtenna [1/2]

Wearing my heart on sleeve.
Reference made from baci_perugina found in the game files.

#deltarune #spamtenna

Nice, they've hit the base funding goal. Two weeks to hit stretch goals, with the first being having Mortis Ghost (who made OFF) design a region.

Turned him into a knight 🗡✨

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[ #art #tenna #deltarune #deltaruneAU ]

There's a lingering scent of ozone and burnt plastic hanging in the air. The light, crisp scent twining with the thick, heavy air he's sure will stick to the bedsheets for a while yet. It presses down the more he recognizes it, the more familiar it is and the way it creeps in like a faint memory. It's more than faint. The weight of it is near crushing and Tenna is asleep. It had been impulsive, as most things are with him. Tenna asking too many questions, those hands wandering and lingering in places setting off alarm bells like car horns in his head and it had to stop. It had to move, don't touch that, don't look at that, don't worry about it. Shove his hands somewhere else, shove the questions to the side, there's not enough room for them if his mouth is preoccupied with his teeth.

Spamton doesn't want to talk about it. It's easier to just feel than to think, and Tenna wouldn't find satisfaction in the answers he seeks anyway. Surely he wouldn't. From his little bundle of blankets and arms he's tangled in, Spamton stares at that dark blank screen as it rests sunken into the pillow. There's the urge, lying just beneath, to get up and leave. Tenna's bed is large, soft, and luxurious. Just like before, like he remembers. Spamton feels the weight of the blanket alone pressing down on him and it's a grounding, secure weight. it leaves him on edge, like he'll get tangled up in the sheets and comforter if he tries to move, let alone from the weight of the arms around him. He could slip out and maybe Tenna wouldn't notice. Spamton shifts just enough to wiggle one of his arms free.

Hands ache too much to type much more, have this in the meantime..

[snippet]

My hands were aching so much yesterday it hurt to even push my sleeves up and I had to leave work early, but I swear I want to get some kind of writing done this weekend

BLANKSWORD An Angelic Roguelike RPG

1000+ backers on Kickstarter,

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And 1000 thanks from us to you for helping us get there 💙

Blanksword's crowdfunding campaign is running for 13 more days, let's get this done gamers!!!

Lineless illustration of Blank, the protagonist of the game Blanksword, a fully white character with a white shirt and black ribbon, line eyes and no mouth. Behind him there's a shadow with his same silhouette in black, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Who am I?

You better support Blanksword. Or else.

#art #fanart #blanksword

I forgot to post this here oops- anyways spamtenna in the brain again 🌟
#deltarune #spamtenna

won’t you be my neighbor?

#deltarune #tenna

⚔ Artist Spotlight! ⚔

BLANKSWORD, our story-rich roguelike RPG, is nearing the end of its Kickstarter campaign! To celebrate, we're highlighting artists in our community.

Today's feature is a gorgeous splash of color from @caplog.bsky.social!

Links in reply! ⬇️

you are kidding yourself if you carry a flickering lantern along the winding path through the dark woods and think that the approaching thunderous hoofbeats signal the arrival of anyone other than the inimitable headless horseman

BBPFs (best business partners forever!) #deltarune #spamtenna

What kind of staff meeting is that bro??😭😭😭
#deltarune #tenna

I like that they’re stupids #deltarune

(I have not forgotten the drabble requests I have, I really want to work on them)

I’m picking at writing, I prommy, all these closing shifts I’ve been doing at work are just killing my hands

when will we see each other again

ok

#ozmanthusart

BLANKSWORD An Angelic Roguelike RPG

9 DAYS LEFT to back BLANKSWORD, our Roguelike RPG where you play an Angel that lost his brain!

⚔ God is waiting. ⚔

He wouldn’t even need that beater to be honest, he can just use his nose.

A plush doll of Spamton placed on a floor chair. A bodhrán is resting over top him and a beater happens to be tucked under his tiny little arm. It is all much too big for him to play properly.

You don’t know how to play that.

badly drawn pablos #OFFgame

Head pets :’) <3 #spamtenna #deltarune