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Posting schedule:
Headcanons and ficlets - generally Friday, barring special exceptions
Thoughts - whenever I have them and have a moment to post
Tags:
Kit Writes Shit - writing tag
Kit Draws Shit - drawing tag
Kit Bullies Tenna - an AU that's loosely connected by a certain purple gremlin breaking the prophecy due to existing and the shenanigans their existence causes to TV World
Kit Has A Thought - random shitposts and stuff that's too short for the writing tag
Tenna ficlets/headcanons:
Valentine's Day
eepy
Ad-libbing the Skit
Null ficlets/headcanons:
Valentine's Day
Don't Leave Me
Kitty!
Bloom
Licc ⚠️Deltaruined⚠️
Stress Relief
Maus!
Tease ☆ Flirt ☆ Break ☆ Behind the Scenes
Tailcoat ☆ Try It On
Conspiracy
Busted!
Joint ficlets/headcanons:
Touch-starved
Antenna
Plush, Plush
Cleaved
Feelings
Gacha gacha boom!
Short-form Video
Sick Time
Injury
Pride!
Triangle ❗️minorly suggestive❗️
Rejection?
QPR
smol
Named character ficlets:
Hide and Seek arcadekarpett's yume of Null and K
Tortall stuff (note that these are untitled, but under the writing tag):
Tenna would have a ton of fun with the Yip-Yips when you somehow get some in the Dark World. He'll be laughing when he realizes he unintentionally picked up their way of speaking later
Null would get annoyed by them and then later pissed at himself when he finds himself muttering something the way they speak. But not at you. You clearly like them yipyipyipyipyipyipyip
My new place doesnt have any overhead lighting outside of the kitchen and bathroom, so I'm going to have to get some more lamps when I move, and although I plan to hit up thrift stores for that I'm kind of idly browsing what's popular and available in stores these days. And I'm cataloging the really really silly ones.
Can you please get your immersion blender out of the living room.
This thing is so nosy. Hey everyone whats for dinner lol.
Toblerone.
And this one is my favorite bc its like a Project Hail Mary eridian fan character named Lamp.
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture.
All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line?
The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy?
Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess.
I want the fat left it.
I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence.
Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
You somehow convinced Tenna run run a variety show, with skits and ad-libbing and celebrity appearances. while you didn't ask for it, oftentimes you end up cohosting, or are a frequently reoccurring guest
You're in the guest chair, bantering with Tenna. There's a skit you two have coming up, and considering how entertained the audience has been tonight, you're hoping this skit get them roaring with laughter. The two of you have preformed the skit perfectly in front of smaller test groups to high approval, so you're certain the general audience will love it.
"Alas," you say, dramatically leaning back and putting the back of your hand over your forehead, "it would seem that I have a duty right now." You get up, and walk forward a few steps. "And that duty is to die." You flop to the ground, carefully landing with a solid thump, yet not hurting yourself. Your face is fully away from the audience, so they can't see that your eyes are still open.
"Oh, no, not my star! Not my sun!" Tenna's perfect at being overdramatic, earning great laughter from the crowd. He rises from his chair, per the skit, and starts the speech that he had practiced for so long. It comes with twirls and silly poses, ones you had helped him choose, so you're struggling not to laugh. You know your shaking, your corpsing, is obvious, but that was the fun of such a show. Quality not needed.
Then, during one spin near you, Tenna trips. You anticipate that he'll just stumble and roll with it, but instead, the poor man completely falls over, landing screen-first onto the ground with a very loud and heavy thump. The audience goes deadly silent.
After taking a second to mentally assure yourself that you're unharmed, you sit up.
From what you can see, Tenna's unhurt, just highly embarrassed at messing the skit up at the actual show when every other time had gone perfectly. You also get an excellent view to gaze upon, one that makes you take a second to realize that the audience is staring at you.
You grin and wave at them. "Oh, don't mind me," you ad-lib, "but with a view like this, how could anyone stay dead?" You gesture at Tenna's ass, and the audience goes wild, laughing, cheering, and a few whistles. You set yourself to look contemplative as you stare at the view, hoping like hell Tenna will recover quickly.
He shifts, and springs up. "Hey! You're supposed to be dead!" He snaps out, though the amusement in his tone shines through.
"But how can one remain dead with such a lovely view nearby?" You ask with a wink. The audience is loving it.
"Shut up and go back to being dead, I have a speech to finish." Tenna's griping, but clearly amused.
"Uuuuuugh, fiiiiiiiine." You whine, flopping back into a stunned goat pose.
"You weren't like that before!" You're very glad that Tenna is good at ad-libbing.
"Sometimes, you're no fun." You grumble, intentionally loud enough for the mic to pick up on, as you go back to the previous pose.
"I am always fun, get it right, you silly corpse!" That retort gets another laugh from the audience, and after a second, Tenna returns to the speech. This time, he doesn't trip, and the rest of the skit goes as planned.
《□》
"Oh, that fumble was baaaaad!" Tenna whines in the green room.
You're fussing over him, making sure there's no injuries or cracks on his screen. "Ah, but we made it work, and the audience loved it. Besides, unless they'd seen the practice runs, how would they know where the skit broke?"
The smile you get is wobbly and nervous, but there. "But it broke."
Satisfied that Tenna's unharmed outside of his ego, you press a kiss to his frame. "And we made it work. That's why the show has ad-libbing advertised as a part of it. Between my antics and your skills, even a nasty fumble can look intentional."
Tenna only hums in response, though the tone informs you that he's losing the stress, and rapidly. You press more kisses to his frame, your intent to calm his anxiety over the fumble.
more Null silliness. referencing heavily off of Short-form Video, uses a Reader who is not connected to Null in any way, other than watching his videos, and doesn't know about Dark Worlds as a result
You're doomscrolling. You know you are, but there's nothing else to do and honestly, it is addicting. Some of the clips you stop and watch, but most you just flick past.
You stop on one video and promptly set it to save. It's an account you follow, WatchYourTV, with the large and intimidating TV-headed man. You have no idea what sort of special effects are used to create him, but he's so realistic you let it slide.
The clip starts with him scowling at the camera. "You know full well I would never wear such a tasteless outfit-" video cuts to a clip of him wearing the tackiest fit you've ever seen.
"-sing to such nonsense-" another cut to him singing and dancing to Walk Like an Egyptian, not noticing the camera.
"-dance to some ridiculous trend-" the most recent viral dance trend, which he's pulling off perfectly.
The whole video is like that, a rant cut apart by evidence to the contrary. You're laughing your ass off, his partner was very clever with the editing.
You end up just barely seeing the end through your tears. "And I never would do something as inane as headbanging!" You've never seen anyone headbang so hard to the song of the same name by Babymetal. You'd get a headache just trying to go half as hard.
"Got that?" He finishes the rant.
"Riiiiiight." The tone of his partner's voice was that of non-believing, and you agreed with them.
You know it'll be deleted within an hour, and at least a week before his partner's account, TVsDoll, uploads it, but in the meantime, you have the saved video and the fan uploads of varying quality to show off to your friends instead. Many of them are on the same boat about the TV-man.
Null changing out his regular chest harness for a full-on bdsm harness for whatever reason. Bonus points if it has a leash that you can attach to it. Who said you had to be the pet?
So like is the Weird Route gonna have a chapter 6, or will it be a lost chapter due to the player's mucking about and fucking Noelle up like that, and jump right to an incredibly altered chapter 7?
could be considered a sequel to Rejection?, but is standalone. Reader doesn't want a "traditional" relationship for whatever reason. or potentially that's how things ended up
talks about boundaries
QPR: queer-platonic relationship. a lot of people think it's "so you're dating" or "oh so you're just friends" but it doesn't really fit the definition or expectations of either
Tenna:
•he's spending time with you, the reason why doesn't matter, he's happy
•even if you're touch-averse and don't want physical contact, he'll be happy to be spending time with you
•a lot of stuff he does will read as traditionally romantic, but you two know that those traditional strings aren't attached
•really, without the whole expectations of it being a "romantic relationship" you two can get very goofy
•he'll still get jealous if you talk to others, but as long as you point out that those chats are work/friends/otherwise platonic, he will try to keep the jealousy under control. try. he fails on occasion
•seriously, his staff can NOT figure out if you two are dating or not because of how you two act. both of you simply shrug when asked, or ignore the question
•he will try things if you haven't stated or indicated a clear boundary on them. some of it reads platonic, some romantic, some sexual. whether or not he keeps it up depends wholly on your reactions
•the stuff you immediately give a negative reaction to? fully off the list. ambiguous reaction? maybe, but slowly, carefully. neutral reaction? it will happen again, but rarely. any sort of positive reaction? he's gonna do it a lot more
•seriously, your comfort and happiness is always Tenna's first concern, always
Null:
•is very okay with a non-traditional relationship type. he's got enough stress and bullshit to deal with as it is, and not having specific expectations for the two of you to fulfill is very good for him
•will let you get away with a lot more than if you weren't in a relationship. wanna climb him like a tree and sit on his shoulder? go for it. call him a stinky TV in front of his staff? rude, but allowed. Just don't reveal anything about him to his staff that he doesn't want them to know about
•he will stop you if you go too far. air jail or simply telling you to stop are his two go-to options. former for "not here", latter for "cut that out entirely"
•will use negotiations to figure out your boundaries. if you're unsure of one, he'll take it as a no/not interested unless you indicate otherwise
•will kidnap you and pet you like a cat if he's stressed, without worrying about it going in a different direction. your clinging to his arm and rubbing your face against his hand while humming happily is very good at soothing him
•is better at restraining his jealousy, but if someone is making you uncomfortable and/or being a creep, he will intervene. whoever is bothering you will back off when they realize who just got between them and you. a 15-foot-tall TV-headed man slamming his clawed hand on the bar/table between the two of you and not saying anything, but giving them the darkest glare they've ever seen is an excellent deterrent
•is somehow more okay with you just flopping on him and demanding cuddles than if you were dating. especially if you decide that your flop spot is somewhere silly, like his screen
•some will get concerned that he's treating you like a pet rather than a person, but you just have to point out that if you don't like it and make that clear (even a small shift of discomfort is enough), he will stop
•but otherwise he does treat you a lot like a cat. a cat who can and will argue with him
•if asked, Null will claim that he puts his comfort (and happiness) first, but it's clear that you're either just as or more important to him
•his staff can't decide if you two act more like a couple or siblings. Null dismisses the gossip as "garbage", you about lose your fucking shit the first time you hear, and also refuse to tell them
extremely funny to me that Kermit the Frog is the only main overlap character between Sesame Street and The Muppets. imagine your day job is hanging out in a community of lovely people that genuinely just want to help kids learn and care about everyone so so much and then your night job is the reason that you have to stay up to date on your rabies AND tetanus vaccine
at noon the giant you're hanging out with is Big Bird! a wonderful fellow who likes reading stories and singing and telling fun facts! at midnight there's a giant named Sweetums who makes you feel like you're being hunted for sport
Ernie, trying to maybe come out to Kermit: well you know Kermit, me and Bert-
Bert: Bert and I
Ernie: Bert and I, we've been best friends forever, but we're also something else too!
Kermit, who every goddamn night has to tell Beaker and Bunsen to keep it professional, deal with Statler and Waldorf's bullshit, AND update his organizational chart on Dr. Teeth and the Electric Polycule: that's really great to hear fellas, happy for you two! :)
Grover, alarmed at having spilled some finger paint on Kermit's flipper: I am so sorry, Kermit. Please forgive me.
Kermit, who deals with a multitude of bodily fluids on his person and all over the theatre every evening, who is unintentionally trampled by large monsters as they exit the stage, and quite intentionally has his little froggy bones launched into a wall most nights by Miss Piggy: It's ok, Grover. I'm a frog. I love baths.
@arcadekarpett hope you enjoy this, the song popped up on my playlist and this thought came up as a result. idk if he's singing the same speed of the song or slower. whichever is creepier, I guess?
I do have a personal headcanon that Null has a deep and rich singing voice, it pops up here since idk your voice claim for his singing >.>
"Ding-dong, I know you can hear me," K hears singing down the empty rooms. She runs, trying not to panic too hard.
"Open up the door, I only want to play a little," Null's singing, slowly, as he walks through the studio, his steps echoing a backing beat. K's terrified, trying to not get caught, but she's also not terrified.
"Ding-dong, you can't keep me waiting," He steps past where she's hiding, a table, and taps the top. She knows she's been caught, but that's just part of the game. Quietly, she darts out the far side.
"It's already too late for you to try and run away," He allows her to run, before slowly following, black screen showing a wide smile, one accented with fangs.
"I see you through the window," has K glance back, and she knows their gazes lock for a second.
"Our eyes are locked together, I can sense your horror," the fanged smile somehow grows larger, and K squeaks before booking it.
"Though I'd like to see it closer," behind her, Null starts walking again, slowly. He's having fun, she knows, so why would he ruin it for himself?
"Ding-dong, here I come to find you," K is running again, thinking of where she could go to hide for a breath or two.
"Hurry up and run, let's play a little game and have fun," his pace slowly closes the gap between the two.
"Ding-dong, where is it you've gone to?" K feels a shiver down her spine, but it's not purely of fear.
"Do you think you've won?" She slides behind a couch, and tries not to bend over. A cramp would ruin things.
"Our game of hide and seek has just begun," a clawed hand hits the top of the couch she's hiding behind, and she darts out. Tears well up in her eyes, more from the restrained giggles than fear.
"I hear your footsteps, thumping loudly through the hallways," there's a smugness in his voice starting to creep in as she runs, adding a layer of richness to his voice that otherwise isn't normally there.
"I can hear your sharp breaths, you're not very good at hiding," K knows she's starting to pant, but she tries not to.
"Just wait, you can't hide from me, I'm coming," the I'm coming is sung in a whisper that nonetheless carries, and he repeats the lines three times, as the song goes.
"Just wait, you can't hide from me," K slides into one of the empty rooms. It has little in the way of furniture, but it does have a wardrobe that she tucks herself into.
"Knock, knock, I am at your door now, I am coming in, no need for me to ask permission," Null opens the door slowly, somehow making it creak.
"Knock, knock, I'm inside your room now, where is it you've hid? Our game of hide and seek's about to end," K knows that he knows where she's hiding, but that doesn't stop the game anyway.
"I'm coming closer, looking underneath your bed," he uses a different table in lieu of the mentioned bed, "but you're not here, I wonder, could you be inside the closet?"
It takes him no time to turn and throw the wardrobe door open, exposing K with no way to escape.
"Ding-dong, I have found you, ding-dong, you were hiding here," slowly, he reaches down and grabs her with one hand.
"Now you're it," is whispered, sparking mostly terror through K.
"Ding-dong, finally found you, dear," the smugness in the smile somehow intensifies, "now you're it," is whispered even closer, as he picks her up.
"Ding-dong, looks like I have won," he tilts his head slightly before whispering again: "now you're it."
K just barely holds back her shriek.
"Ding-dong, pay the consequence," she's now very close to his screen, just close enough for the last, whispered, lines of the song.
"Ding-dong, looks like I have won, now you're it, ding-dong, pay the consequence."
K then lets the shriek loose, before devolving into a fit of laughter. Null responds by carefully kissing her multiple times, mindful of their current size difference.
"Have fun?" She asks once she finally calmed down.
His normal screen, with his long nose, pops to life. "I think you had more, little dragonfly." He holds her close, with both hands this time, and she wraps her arms around him best she can. "And yes, I do feel better from earlier."
"Good, you big dummy. I told you they were making you stressed."
"Quiet, you."
K laughs again. "So, home then?"
"Yes. The song may be done, but I am certainly not finished with you."
pro-tip: your blog is about you. be self-indulgent, self-absorbed, and self-possessed. go all in on your obsessions. this is a work of self-expression, a living monument to your heart.
aroace Reader has to explain to the TVs why they can't reciprocate their feelings, and how the two take it
WHY DID NULL'S GET SO ANGSTY WHAT THE FUCK ME
Tenna:
It's a festival at Cyber City, and the entire studio had been granted the day off. Tenna, wearing much more casual (for him) clothes than his usual tailcoat, had been excited to take you around when you had told him that you'd never been to a festival before. It had been fun, full of energy, but as the day went on, something nagged in the back of your mind.
You had ignored that nagging, having too much fun playing silly games for prizes and eating festival foods, but as the sky reached the peak brightness of noon, you couldn't ignore it anymore: was this a date, or friends hanging out? It ate away at you, even as you tried to keep enjoying the festivities. You didn't want to ruin the day for Tenna, after all.
The two of you are sitting on a bench, your feet and legs aching from all the running around, as the sky darkens towards evening. It's a prime spot, away from the crowds, to watch the fireworks show that would end the night. A perfect ending for a date, but...
You set the plastic fork down. The food was great, and you wanted more, but that nagging feeling killed your appetite.
"[Name], is something wrong?" Tenna asked. You are not surprised that he noticed. "If you're full, I can finish that for you."
You can't look at him as you shake your head. "No, I'm not done. It's just..." You let your voice fade. How are you going to explain this?
"Did I do something?" Tenna shrinks a bit.
You shake your head. "It's not you."
"Then please, tell me. You're suddenly all glooby, and I don't know why."
"Is this a date?" You decide to just ask outright.
Tenna takes a minute to respond, visibly startled. "Do you want it to be? I'd be happy if it is. I do love you, after all."
"I can't." It's not the first time he's told you that he loves you, but it's the first time you didn't deflect, brush it off, or otherwise ignore it.
"Can't?"
You sigh. You hate explaining. "The way I am. That kind of love...I don't experience it. I can't experience it. And what people want with what comes with dating, I can't provide." You shake your head. "I'm not broken, though."
There's a long silence between the two of you. You quietly finish the rest of your food, thinking that whatever friendship you had with Tenna was wrecked with that.
"Starlight." He says as you put the fork on the empty plate. "Friend or lover, you're still the bright-shining star I saw when we first met. I don't want to lose you because of expectations of others. Is this a date? Only if we want it to be. Are we hanging out as friends? That's for us to decide, no one else. No matter what, seeing you shine bright on the stage makes me happy, even if your face is smeared with grease."
You snort at the ending. "And you're still a sappy dork." You hand him a napkin and let him clean your face.
"If you're truly worried about my love for you, don't. My friendship with you is more important. I would rather be friends than make things so uncomfortable for you that you leave."
"Sappy dork." You tease.
"Careful with that, say it enough and I'll find some glooby slime to cover you." He retorts, though his tone is good-natured.
You hug him, and while he startles again, he carefully hugs you back, still nearly full height. "Thank you for understanding."
"You're welcome. Now, as much as I'd love to keep hugging you, the fireworks are about to start."
The two of you enjoy the fireworks, almost as much as watching the crowd settle in to watch.
Null:
You had caught on to what he was going to do at the last second and turned your head away, his lips grazing your cheek. This was not what you wanted to happen.
"Doll?" He murmurs, barely moving away. "If you're worried about my nose, don't."
His nose? Your brow furrows as you think about—oh, his long-ass beak of a nose. He probably thought you had turned away because you thought he was going to poke an eye out with it.
"No. It's not..." You can't find the words.
You can tell that he pulls back, to sit on the couch properly again. "Then what is it?" His tail, which had been resting against your thigh, taps against your hip a couple of times before pulling away. Giving you space.
"I can't." You look down, at your hands. You're sitting stiffly, but your mind is busy. Do you explain and hope he understands? Do you leave, making Null and his studio a part of your past and be lonely on your own again? Or do you try and force yourself to be something you're not? You reject the third one, prior experience proving far too violently well that it was a bad one. Not that the other two had ever fared much better.
"Can't?"
You shake your head. Explaining this is never easy, and considering how unpredictable reactions have been in the past and how casually violent Null's studio gets, including himself, you don't feel comfortable or really even safe explaining.
Even if Null had been quietly working to make you safe.
"Why can't you explain?" His voice is quiet, somewhat sad.
You don't respond at all this time, still staring at your hands. It would be easier if you knew how he would respond, but Null was so damn unpredictable, you didn't know what or how to explain.
The silence stretches out. It's uncomfortable. You know you really should explain, but the fear of getting hurt yet again over it is too strong. You can feel yourself shaking, and try to stop it.
"Who hurt you?" There's an unexpected softness in Null's voice. "Who hurt you so badly you can't even talk about it?"
"Many." You get out. You still can't look at him. You can feel his gaze on you, contemplative. The urge to leave gets stronger, but you force yourself to stay put. Where would you go, anyway?
"Do you...love me?" he asks slowly.
You shake your head.
"...can you?"
Another shake. Knowing Null, this is as hard for him as it is you. The fact that he's trying...you appreciate it.
"Is it because you got hurt?"
A third shake. "'s how I am." You finally look over at him. He seems somewhat hurt by that.
"Oh." He looks away himself now.
"Some people do get hurt into being similar." You add. You carefully reach out, putting a hand on his arm. "Some are just like that. Not everyone is the same." You swallow. "Tenna, if you want, I can go."
"Don't." His hand covers yours. "Please."
This silence isn't as uncomfortable as the prior, but it's close. You're certain that you just learned something about Null that he didn't like to share.
"Now what?" You're the one to break this silence. "I don't think we can go back to like before."
"No, we can't. We can only go forward." Null sighs, and looks at you. "I would prefer to know what we can expect from each other, though. If we know that, I think we can determine our relationship from there."
You feel your mouth twitch towards a brief smile. "You do love negotiations. No sex."
"I do, and I have two hands."
That gets a snort out of you. "From prior experience, kissing is boring."
"Maybe the person kissing you was a bad kisser." Null teases.
"Oh, and how am I supposed to find that out?" You ask, partially joking, partially curious.
He's a lot quicker this time. His lips are soft and fuzzy, but the smell of whatever had had smoked last...
"Nope. No thanks, your breath stinks of smoking." You say after he pulls back.
"I had a mint after."
"Still reeks. I am going to go and gargle the taste out." You move to get up, but his tail snags around your ankle. "Stinky TV."
"I am not stinky." Null retorts.
You laugh, and sit back down. "Stinky breath."
The two of you end up arguing over it, though it's relaxed, banter rather than a fight. You know he'll revisit the topic at some point, but hopefully you can get him to accept that it wouldn't be a relationship that most would assume.
I think that if you had enough daughters AND played your cards right you could spring Mambo Number Five out at the EXACT right gathering and shatter your entire family's trust forever
