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DRAFTS/QUEUE: 2 INBOX: 0 | RP ask blog because these two live in my brain rent free. Takes place during Bigshot Era.

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NEW INTRO POST BECAUSE I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE OLD ONE

Okay so. Spamton and Tenna ask blog. Spamtenna shit.

ABOUT ME:

I'm 23 years old

I use it/he pronouns

I'm prone to losing motivation so asks could take awhile after the initial brainrot dies off

My main is @jellyjack-cheese and my other ask blog is @the-abandoned-set.

ABOUT THE BLOG:

Spamton and Tenna are are in a situationship. They aren't publicly dating and Tenna doesn't like to admit his feelings are romantic, but there is obvious romantic tension.

I read Spamton as a trans man, and will portray him as such explicitly if an ask ever touches on something relating to it.

Tenna is portrayed as having internalized homophobia. If seeing internalized homophobia depicted in text bothers you, block the tag "#tenna deals with his emotions normally i promise".

Very headcanon heavy.

Tenna's text is red, and Spamton's is orange. Mod's text is pink, the same as on @the-abandoned-set.

GUIDELINES:

OCS AND ROLEPLAY ARE ENCOURAGED!

Harassing Tenna and Spamton is fine. Harassing the blog owner is NOT.

Sexual asks will not be posted.

Flirting with the characters is allowed, but they will turn down any and all offers for becoming their third.

Don't send the same ask more than twice.

No bigotry, or you will be blocked instantly.

No politics or discourse, or you will be blocked instantly.

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I got one ask left but I'm saving it for after another event post some time later because I'm assuming it's an RP ask and answering it now wouldn't make much sense.

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[In the Fan Mail room lies a new letter. A simple envelope with blocky letters on it and a small star sticker. Upon it is written: To Mister Spamton and Mister Tenna.]

[Inside is a letter written upon what looks like a piece of paper torn out of a textbook.]

Dear Mister Spamton and Mister Tenna,

I don't think I've written a letter to anyone since I was in 2nd grade but here goes. Life has been rough recently and it's hard to look forward to things nowadays. Your guys Show has helped a lot. I put it on while I do homework or go to bed, it helps keep my nightmares away.

Thank you for being good Role Models and sorry if this is getting long. I'm not good at this social stuff.

P.S - I got my first A+ a few days ago. It was for science, I wanna be a biologist when I'm older.

Sincerely, A teen fan.

[There is another star sticker at the bottom of the letter. Upon it is written 'you tried' in blocky handwriting.]

[* Tenna seems to calm down when he sees the letter.]

"Thank you, kiddo. All our viewers mean a lot to us, really. It's such a shame we can't care about all of you individually, as much as I know I want to."

"Hey, wishing you [[Try Your Luck]] with that biologist thing! It's gonna be hard, but hard ain't impossible! If you're as stubborn as me, you'll do [[Great]]!"

[* Tenna snickers.]

"Stubborn's right, heh—"

"Why you—!"

[* Spamton playfully whacks him on the head with the letter.]

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what’d you guys talk about~~

"If it was your guyses [[Beeswax]] we would have talked about it on camera."

"Y-Yeah, what... What Spammy said."

[* He still seems a little shaken from the incident earlier.]

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would tenna benefit from a diagnosis

[* He seems genuinely confused.]

"Diagnosis of what? I'm normal. I'm fine."

[* Yeah he definitely has no idea.]

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[* The two stars head back to Tenna's dressing room, passing by countless visibly confused employees along the way.]

[* Tenna, still on edge from the earlier incident with the mail, has shrunk down to Spamton's size and is gripping his hand as if he's trying to break it.]

"Whatsa matter with you, [[Boob Tube]], you can't be causin' a scene like that on air..."

[* Tenna shoots up, almost filling the entire dressing room.]

"You can't ****ing SAY things like that, Mailman! Do you KNOW what a scandal like that does to a man's reputation?! I frankly don't know how YOU'RE comfortable admitting those kinds of things, let alone on air!"

"He-Hey, take it easy! It's literally not as big a [[NO DEAL]] as you think it is—"

"NOT A BIG DEAL?!

You—! Do you even understand the situation here?! THEY CAN'T THINK THAT ABOUT ME. It'll ruin me! It's dangerous to even act like that off air, I can't—! You— It's— There's something deeply wrong with you."

[* He deflates, slumping into a corner.]

"Something wrong with both of us..."

[* Spamton sits next to him.]

"I didn't know it was this bad... You do know it ain't [[Like That]] anymore, right? That it's different nowadays...?"

[* Tenna tries his best to internalize Spamton's words. It's not really working.]

"... I-I'm still scared."

"I get it. I really do. But you can't be [[shame]] of yourself forever, Tens... 'S not good for ya."

"... I'm sorry, Spammy."

"It's [[cool]], I forgive you... I love you, Tens, don't you forget that."

[* There's a long silence between them. It weighs heavy on the both of them for several minutes. Those minutes feel like hours.]

[* Tenna wraps one arm around Spamton.]

"Me too, Spammy... Me too..."

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Are you two going to make it official any time soon? (You know exactly what I mean...)

[* Tenna is intentionally playing dumb.]

"Make what official?"

[* Spamton appears just as confused, but for a different reason.]

"I thought we were already [[Juiciest Celebrity Relationship Scandals]]?"

[* He visibly starts to get nervous.]

"Whaaaat?

No, no, that's not—! We're obviously—! It's more complicated than—! We're just— That would never—"

[* Tenna shrinks, visibly holding back from completely losing it on camera behind a strained smile.]

[* Spamton just gives Tenna a look. Then, he presses a button on a hidden earpiece.]

"Mike, [[Cut, CUT!]] the film, I gotta talk to him."

[* The camera cuts out for awhile, presumably to allow them to talk in private.]

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[There is a Pippins here. He holds two coffee cups as he approaches Spamton and Tenna, a faint smile on his lips that show off his buckteeth.]

Good Morning Mr. Tenna, Good Morning Spamton. Your Drinks Have Been Made And Your Wardrobes Organised. Your Costumes For Tonight's Set Have Been Completed And You Can Find Them Within Your Dressing Room.

[The Pippins hands Tenna a warm cup of overly sweetened coffee while handing Spamton black coffee with a sugar lemon on the side.]

I Must Depart Now. Good Day To You Both.

[The Pippins Rushes Off. There Is No Pippins Here.]

(Ask sent by @servant-mike)

[* Spamton sighs and takes a sip of his coffee, wincing at the taste.]

"Eghh. No idea why they think I like this [[Garbage]]..."

[* Tenna happily sips his, but pauses when he hears Spamton's comment.]

"If you don't like it, then why do you keep drinking it?"

"They went [[OUTTA MY WAY]] to make this for me, I'm not wasting it."

[* Tenna swirls his antennas in a manner reminiscing of rolling one's eyes.]

"Alrighty, if you insist..."

"I wonder what costumes you [[Wonderful Selection]] for us this time, Tens..."

"Well, you'll have to find out when it's time for the set~☆"

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[ You two are handed a now delightfully anticipated simple envelope from the kiddo! What kind of adventures will be drawn by you two's new favorite lil fan, today? The front reads different today! It reads as follows in crayon: tO bOth Mister SPamTons And Mister Tennas! You can peek this time! Haha!]

[The drawing this time looks like the kid is starting to experiment with other kinds of drawing impliments other than crayon. Growing up before your very eyes on paper, perhaps! Maybe this adorable child will be an artist, one day, thanks to you two! It looks like the kid has found some colored pencils. Ooooo! ]

[The drawing itself is simply an underwater scene! Covered with all sorts of colors and sizes of different basic fish shapes! Oh, look, there are you three! It looks like Tenna, Spamton, and the kid are in the middle of snorkelling! How fun! It looks like the kid is a little further ahead from you and Tenna in the water, reaching out to touch a green fish. You and Tenna are a little further back behind the kid, a little higher up near the surface and...was it just you or does it look like the kid drew you and Tenna holding hands in the water? There's even a little purple heart drawn right there. Nope, it's not your imagination! It looks like the kiddo did that intentionally! No mistakes here for our future lil Picasso!]

[The message on the back reads as follows, in colored pencil instead of crayon this time: Dear Mister Spamtons and Mister Tennas, My Uncle gave me a present today!!!! Can you guess what it is?!? It's COLORED PENCILS!!!! I didn't even know pencils came in different colors!!! How cool is that!!! Do you like the drawing I made with them?!! Cuz I do!!! I love it like I LOVE YOU BOTH SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH IM GONNA SCREAM!!!!!!!!!

Seems the kid really is exited today! Wow!]

[* Spamton seems happy to get another letter from the kid.]

"Aww... Hey Tens, the kid sent us another letter! To both of us this time."

[* Tenna bends down to look at the drawing with Spamton. He seems unusually touched by this one, but... it's a bit unclear why. The smile on his screen isn't his usual exaggerated show business smile, but more genuine and soft. Almost... hopeful...?]

"The drawing is great, kiddo. You're gonna turn out to be a wonderful artist some day, I can feel it! Thank you for sending us so many letters, it's been a real highlight of our mail segments to read them!"

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spamtenna as depicted by this blog btw

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OH MY GOD WRONG BLOG

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Do you guys have any merch? The fans are DYING to know

[* It would be so funny if Mod plugged the Fangamer merch.]

"Merch, huh? I've actually been discussing that with Spammy... What kinds of things would people want to buy, though...? I mean, I've got ideas, but... I don't know if people will like them..."

[* Almost as if summoned by the very concept of materialism, Spamton rushes up to Tenna clearly excited.]

"PEOPLE WILL [[BUY NOW]] ALL KINDS OF THINGS IF YOU PUT TV TIME BRANDING ON IT, TRUST ME, TENS! THEY'LL EAT IT UP! BOBBLEHEADS, NOVELTY MUGS, T-SHIRTS, POSTERS! [[AND THAT'S NOT ALL!]]!!"

[* Tenna seems taken aback by the sudden energy, but smiles.]

"Hee hee~♡ He's so cute when he's excited...

Those are all wonderful ideas, Spammy! I've already ran those ideas past the higher-ups, I'm sure they'll be approved!"

[* Spamton seems unusually proud of himself.]

"Look out for exclusive TV Time [[Collectibles]] dropping in stores near you!!!"

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Uhh you ok, Tenna? That last ask got a little... heavy.

"O-Oh!"

[* He straightens himself up and puts on his best smile.]

"I'm perfectly alright, dear viewer! I'm so sorry for worrying you, I promise, I'm okay."

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Hello there! If it's not too personal of a question, how and/or when did you two meet?

[* Spamton is conveniently busy with something in the background...]

[* Tenna has a reminiscent expression as he twiddles his antennas.]

"Now THAT'S a great question! As well as a fascinating story! Queen had been invited here awhile ago, and she brought tons and tons of other people, including Spamton. I'd heard rumors of how quickly he got big, and... I figured if we worked together..."

[* His expression changes, though it's hard to tell what he's feeling. Guilt, maybe?]

"If we worked together, I could... I could get popular again... I still haven't found out exactly what got him into the spotlight, but... Him being here has certainly done wonders for my ratings, heh...! I hope he doesn't think I'm just using him to boost my viewership, it definitely started out that way, but then I... Then we... I-It got complicated. It got VERY complicated VERY fast... I do genuinely like having him around, he's charming and... and funny, and... and... B-But it's not like that! It would be weird if it was... like that..."

[* He stares longingly at Spamton from a distance, several sizes smaller than he was when he started answering the question.]

"I should be ashamed of myself..."

(Mod note! This and future depictions of Tenna's struggles with accepting his feelings for Spamton will be tagged as "#tenna deals with his emotions normally i promise". If you don't want to watch him struggle with internalized homophobia, go ahead and block the tag.)

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Hate is a strong word Spamton, especially for dresses- may I ask why? Oh and Tenna, what's your favorite outfit you've styled Spamton in??

[* Spamton grimaces, rubbing the back of his neck.]

"It's a bit of a personal story... Used to work as a hawker, I'd advertise for whoever wanted to [[NOW HIRING]] me. Sometimes they'd have me put on the [[store locations near you]] uniform, and whenever the uniform had some kinda skirt or somethin' like that involved, it always made me wanna crawl outta my skin. I thought somethin' was [[Need quick repairs?]] with me, the other Addisons didn't seem to care what they wore at all..."

[* He leans against a nearby wall.]

"But... I did some research and decided I was gonna [[Double Down]]. And wouldn't you know it, I suddenly don't hate myself anymore! Haeheha! Gee, I sure do wonder if [[BECOME MANLIER]] is the reason I'm not miserable!"

[* Tenna's expression is one of mild surprise.]

"Huh. I didn't know that about you, Spammy... Not quite sure I understand it, but the important thing is you're happy! As for my favorite outfit I've put you in... It's gotta be the mechanic costume we did for a skit! Remember that? Something about that jumpsuit really suited you!"

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[You two are handed a very familiar looking kind of small simple envelope with-hey! It looks like that kid's handwriting in crayon from that letter from yesterday! No way either of you could forget that adorable lil kid!

The front reads: tO: miStEr SpaMtOns! NO PEEKING MISTER TENNAS!! ]

[Inside is another crayon drawing. It looks like three people (Obv Tenna, the kid, and Spamton) in...an ice cream parlor! The three are sitting at a table by a window. Tenna, the biggest one, has a REEEEALLY TALL ice cream cone with what looks like all possible ice cream flavors that a kid's crayon set can possibly draw! Hope he doesn't drop it! It looks like Spamton and the kid are sharing a very yummy looking banana split! I think it's obvious who the favorite is, here. :P]

[on the back of the drawing is another heartfelt message in crayon that looks like the kid again tried real hard to get right: Dear Mister Spamtons, Mama said I have to get shots today. I'm scared, but Papa said we can get ice cream after! So I said okay!! I know you and Mister Tennas wouldn't want me to be scared, so I am gonna try my bEst! I love you! I also love Tenna! Please don't be scared if you need to get shots, too!!! IM SCARED BUT I LOVE YOU!!!!]

[* Spamton's smile is so bright...]

"Heh heh. Thanks for writin' us again, [[kid]], this is a very sweet letter. I get it, needles are real scary. When I was a [[Little Sponge]], I used to freeze up around AmbyuLances, their whole face is a big needle! You can be brave, though, [[kid]]. You don't wanna get [[viruses detected on your device]], that's not fun at all."

[* Tenna is craning over Spamton's shoulder to look at the drawing.]

"Hey, how come YOU get to be the favorite?"

[* His tone is playful, he doesn't actually seem to mind he's not the favorite.]

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Rejoice! MissingNo be upon ye!

(Don't worry! It's relatively stable and will give you 128 duplicate clones of whatever item is in your 6th inventory slot. Enjoy your free garbage stuff! :])

[* Tenna does not have 6 items in his inventory. The value is instead added to something else... Surely this won't break anything!]

[* Spamton now has 128 CyberMail! Glowing neon envelopes are scattered on the floor...]

"SPAMTON G. SPAMTON, WHAT ARE ALL THESE

LETTERS

DOING ON THE FLOOR?!"

"It wasn't ME, it was that glitchy block thing! It [[rapidly multiplying]] them!!!"