I think Tenna would like to leave hickies. First of all he'd probably like that you're organic and fleshy and can receive a hickey (unlike him) and second of all he's probably a teensy but possessive and likes leaving marks that show you're his.

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I think Tenna would like to leave hickies. First of all he'd probably like that you're organic and fleshy and can receive a hickey (unlike him) and second of all he's probably a teensy but possessive and likes leaving marks that show you're his.
battenna tragedy moments & aura
Sometimes plurality is two middle aged men that hate each other.
"My name is Tenna and I am your bitch!"
"i miss him" says girl about the fictional guy she thinks about every hour of every day
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Nightmare (Tenna x you) [2/2]
The sound of TV static stirred you from sleep. You could barely make out muffled crying through the noise, like a TV show cutting in and out from bad reception.
“No…please…don’t go.”
It was unmistakably Tenna’s voice.
Disoriented, you opened your eyes. That’s right. You were in Tenna’s home. It was only the second night you’d ever slept over. There was no sign of him in his humongous bed. Everything was too dark to make out.
“Don’t leave me. Please!” He sobbed as the static grew louder.
“Honey?” You called out, knowing he was nearby. His voice sounded close.
You moved the oversized sheets to go investigate when you noticed they were catching on something.
Pushing them back revealed Tenna, only a few inches tall. He was curled into a ball and shaking, screen full of static. You had never seen him so small.
“Oh, sweetie…” You gingerly scooped him up into one of your hands. He had cried so much he left a wet spot of tears on the sheets.
Cradling him in your palm, you tried to gently nudge him awake. “You’re okay, Tenna. You’re having a nightmare. You’re safe.”
His screen flickered from black to static as he squirmed in your grasp. You wiped his tears away with a fingertip. Tenna hugged one of your fingers to his body before his screen turned on and the static noise ceased.
“You okay?” You asked, caressing the side of his head gently with your thumb.
He nodded, screen glowing a little brighter.
“Sorry I woke you up.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, Ten-Ten. Sounded like a pretty bad nightmare. You get those often?”
“Not as much since you’ve been around.” He held one of your fingertips to his screen.
“Do you want to talk about the dream? Or do you want distraction?”
He turned his screen away from you, long nose brushing against your skin.
“It was about you. I'm scared you'll get tired of me and leave. Or just vanish without a word.”
“Oh, Tenna…I’d never do that to you.”
“I know. I’ve been so happy with you that now I have something to lose again. I still have a long way to go with working through my abandonment issues...” he sighed heavily.
“It’s okay. It'll take time. I’ll be right by your side as we move through it together. You don’t have to do it all on your own anymore,” you said, nuzzling his body to your cheek. You felt him kiss your cheek.
“Um. Oh. Gosh, I can’t believe how small I am. This is so embarrassing.” Tenna laughed nervously.
“What are you talking about? You’re so cute like this! My sweet lil Ant.” You planted a kiss onto his screen and felt his whole body grow in your hand.
“Really?” The wavy smile he was giving you made your heart swell.
“Yes. It’s fun to have our size dynamic switch.” You punctuated your sentence by squeezing him gently in your hand. Now he was large enough that you couldn’t quite wrap your fingers around his whole body.
Tenna made a small flustered sound and grew again, pink screen bathing you in a warm light.
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I wrote this to be sweetie and cutie but the way it ends makes me feel like we need a part 2 tiny tenna x you with spice?????? Are we feeling that or is it just me and my degeneracy??? 😏😏😏
Shoutout to moecoworker for infecting me with tiny tenna disease from this post (it's NSFW heads up!) Tenna is so fucking cute small I can't HANDLE IT
My headcannon for how small he can get is 2 cm (less than an inch) but when I measured that out it's stupid tiny I'm out of control send help
he'll make up any excuse for a hug
(thanks for the idea @crticalheart)
I'm being so vulnerable by posting this. It's a need, not a want.
This is almost bordering on vent art more than a comedy post, but you didn't hear that from ME.
So nice to see you❤️
comforting my self-anxious tv... i love hi,m....
"Does anybody know what an e-mail is???" is such a tragic line. For so many reasons. First, big surprise that in the moment where everyone is walking out on him and he feels like he is driving everyone away but continuing to do so anyway, when he feels like he is being abandoned, he thinks of Spamton. Second, anxiety, panic, and spiraling are irrational. Somewhere in his head, I think Tenna is at least partially convinced that if he can figure out and understand what an email is, if someone will just explain it to him at his speed, maybe it will save the show, keep him from getting thrown away, return to him some sense of control over the situation that he knows is slipping faster and faster through his fingers. It's tragic because in this situation, the question (and the answer to whatever an email is) does not matter at all. It doesn't matter what an email is, it won't help the situation, but he is desperate to cling to anything that might save him from obsolescence and abandonment. The question is illogical and meaningless, but it is Tenna asking for help. It's fucking tragic.
It's the LAST line of the conversation he has with his co-workers. The line right before it:
He asks them to stop and help him explicitly and directly, and THEN he asks the question about the email. Jesus Christ. I wish I could be in the writers' room and see the different iterations of this scene and alternative dialogue there might have been. But I am so glad they settled on this. Because oh my god.
i was in a secret santa and i made this for @goofbell . :)
Oh yeah all the preorders finally arrived so my Tenna bag is complete. I love TV!!!
tv death cw just in case📺💀
No one else is brave enough or objectum pilled enough to say it so I will