Guys listen to my spamtenna au should I write this as a fic series
Okay so it's a human AU. Tenna is a game show host during the 1970s and Spamton is the ad man for the production. He works for Addison Ad Industries and is one of the top salesmen there and personally does the ads for TV Time. He has some minor art skills 🤷♀️🤷♀️
Tenna was cast on the show when he was a failing stand up comic and it really kickstarted his career. The show was already failing a little but his presence really boosted it.
Spamton and Tenna meet at the bus station bc Tenna is staring at a large format ad like wow this is good real estate. And spamton is like heh you know i did that 😏 and that's how they start working together lol.
My favorite Spamtenna divorce moments I haven‘t seen talked about
This Spamton Valentines card from 2024 directly referencing Tenna:
Source: X
In the 2022 Sweepstakes charity event, one prize was the Spamton Engraved Wedding Ring. (The same website released the environment of the Green Room + Lanino and Elnina sprites 3 years ago)
Source: X
The blue text leads to this URL:
DELETE THIS !
Tenna mention in 2022? ON A WEDDING RING OF ALL ITEMS?
Tenna also was with Spamton is his room when he got the call that broke them up. During an event that Tenna called "sealing the deal". This one is a stretch, but I headcanon this was meant to be a proposal
Bonus Spamton TV hate compilation:
He even sings a song about killing your TV
Source: X
Fell free to add onto this if I missed something! I'm on my knees begging actually I need more
Summary: scara has bpd and is splitting, college au where there are no visions and everyone is human, reader is gn, reader is implied traveler and only mentioned for now, bpd portrayal based on my experience, hurt no comfort, not proofread
Let me know if you'd like a part 2!
Warning: do not read if you might be in a sensitive space or feel like you may be triggered by bpd thought processes and descriptions of abandonment and fallout. Thank you, please stay safe!
Read under the cut ☆
<hey dude are we mining today
<Rtawahist students be like: tiktok.com/snkj1ldn… see more
<cyno keeps inviting me to pkay FUCKING tcg and… see more
<do you have any rukkhashava mushrooms left 🙏😅
<[Cyno has invited you to play: TCG]
<dude its your turn
<play your turn
<come on im on break i only have ten minutes
<what was the homework for ancient mechanisms?
Scara felt like he was going to throw up. The pressure of responding to his friends was never supposed to be suffocating. The act itself should never have to feel like a burden or a *demand* by any means– for most. It felt difficult when there was someone he wanted to message but wouldn't.
He groaned.
University was a unique experience. The panic disorder that accompanied it was silent, and deadly. The ‘beautiful princess disorder’, his friends called it, wasn't so silent. He had dealt with it his whole life. This emptiness, longing for love. You had shown him how to be happy, to live life looking forward to more good days instead of counting down to his demise. For better or for worse, he loved you a lot. You were his favorite person.
Maddening. It was like a ringing in his ears that never quite shut up, but got louder when he thought about it.
Scara held his phone in one hand, parked on the edge of the bathtub of the academic frat he lived in. He was on your page, thumb hovering over the like button on a recent post- something about a trip you went on. People were tagged in it, people he didn't know. Maybe they were new to you? Maybe you had met them recently and hadn't had the chance to tell him about it yet? He knew you had other friends, other people in your life, and for the most part? That was okay!
Nahida, Alhaitham, Cyno, and the rest were all *mutual* friends, it was your mutual friend group and it was just fine. He had met your friends from Mondstadt University, where you'd transferred from. Some from Liyue, he knew everyone from Inazuma and- that is to say, he knew it was unreasonable to expect (and he didn't even WANT) to know all your friends. He had absolutely no problem with you having other friends. He had no issue with it. He was fine.
He pressed his power button twice, watching the screen go dark for a second before lighting up on the lockscreen again. For some reason it felt like a betrayal. You'd taken a vacation in Natlan, okay, did you go *with* these people? If you did, he would have heard beforehand right? You wouldn't just plan a big trip with friends and not mention them. But if you had just met them, you would have said so in your caption or something at all to indicate-
From muscle memory without thinking, he swiped open his phone and unlocked it. In the post you were smiling at what looked like a beach party, there were three people tagged in it. Someone named Mualani, Kinich, and Kachina. Who were they? It was all he could think about. Your profile picture was lit up, meaning you'd posted stories; he felt like he would actually throw up if he saw them and it indicated what he dreaded. A flare of possessiveness washed over him, and he furrowed his brows, liking the photo. Really, he wanted you to know he saw it. It was passive aggressive. It was sending a message without words, trying to communicate something subtextual you'd probably not even read from a single like. You wouldn't read that much into a like.
Obviously he knew you weren't always thinking about him. Rationally. Logically speaking. But, he was thinking about you! Not in some creepy, weird way, just… he couldn't even explain it. He often saw things and thought of you, or wondered how you were. He thought about things you said when he notes something familiar.
Things like that!
You hadn't messaged him in two days since your plane landed and while Scara was trying to reason with himself, he felt the frustration welling up like a shaken up soda can. You had time to hang out with all these new people, but not… to send a thumbs up? Tell him, “flight landed, bad service see you monday”? Not to like the tiktok he sent you? Whatever, it was stupid anyways.
Scara spent so much time on this thing. The phone screen was cracked and there was a little air bubble under the protector, the phone case was matching with yours; some silly charm set he saw in sumeru city. He automatically closed out instagram, finding sms instead.
– 2 days ago –
9:50am:
Don't die on that plane FYI or I wont have anyone to tuck me in >
9:52am:
<LOL have mme Faruzan do it she loves machines 💋💋💋💋
(You ♡ this!)
9:52am:
I'm not a machine just bc I have a pacemaker lmao >
(1 ♡) (Read at 4:18pm)
10:07am:
Let me know when you land >
(Delivered)
3:36pm:
How close is the city from where you landed? >
3:58pm:
I swear if you forgot your charger >
6:42pm:
You're probably feeling jet lagged so gbtm when you can. >
(Delivered)
– one day ago –
11:28am:
[Message unsent by sender] >
[Message unsent by sender] >
– today –
[Draft]
Hey, I don't know if I did something wrong but a little communication would go a long way here. You told me you would sms after you landed and I saw that you were posting on Instagram and have a new discord status so I just want to know what's going on. I know you're busy but we planned to communicate it something is upsetting and this is upsetting m《
Scara scowled inwardly, holding down the delete button on his phone. Yeah, he could ask for clarification, but there was always the chance of making it worse if he really did do something to bother you. Everything- he couldn't stop reading into everything he could find.
Maybe you hadn't really liked him at all. From the beginning, he started to wonder, what if you were just feeling pressured?
Because he was so unstable. He was. He couldn't deny that. And maybe he had misread the entire relationship, or maybe he had come on too strong or overwhelmed you-
Scara huffed through his nose, eyes glued to his phone screen as he moved back into his room at the end of the hall.
No, that wasn't fucking fair at all. He had always been honest about his fear of betrayal and abandonment with you. You had told him it was fine last time. You said you would say something, so the fact that you were suddenly deciding he wasn't worth responding to was fucking hypocritical. He tried his damn hardest every time he had those thoughts not to put it on you, and he hadn't had an issue in months, you were literally the one who told him he could say it when he brought up the concern about oversharing his anxieties in the first place and you couldn't give him the decency to voice that you had decided you didn't like him anymore?
– today –
Two seconds ago:
I told you to tell me if I did something that bothered you so I could fix it, just ghosting me like this is fuckig shitty and I want nothing to do with you >
You're posting on Instagram but not replying to me and they say delivered so you're not even opening my messages? Lover of the year, I'm done. >
(Sent)
Scara's phone hit the wall and fell down behind his bed, clattering to the ground.
Next, he hit the bed.
You told him, “you could never scare me away.”
Everything was bad. You were just like everyone else, normal people were in fact horrible and cruel and he should have never trusted anyone to get that close. He knew it was too much, he was too much. His own mother threw him away like garbage, everyone he thought he trusted… why was he like this? He couldn't help it. He just loved so so hard, and the good times were good, really really good, but anxiety could snowball into something fierce.
Scara was pissed. Destroyed. He contemplated hitting up his ex boyfriend, since you were sending a message he was reading loud and clear.
A trigger was always something stupid to him. Lack of responses like this, a remark that he interpreted as flippant or dismissive, a sudden change in your mood. Logically, yeah, he could reason with himself. But that spiral, that pit deep inside ate every rational thought he could come up with and consumed him with the thought that he just wasn't enough, and that you were too scared to say you hated him.
At first, it was a sound halfway between a yell and a sob– face buried in his pillow, tears soaking it.
Then, he broke down, shoulders shaking as everything just hit him at once.
He pushed himself up, plucking every pinned photo from his corkboard. The trash bin fell over when he threw the stack inside. Then went your jacket out into the hallway, then all your notes in the bin. When he was done, he was panting, tears falling down his chin.
He could hate you. He could, if he wanted to, he could hate you. He wanted to.
But he couldn't. Did that make sense?
The crawl of shame under his bed was embarrassing, arm swiping underneath to grab his phone from the floor. He had to pick everything back up, and it sobered him up. Not a lot, but enough to just feel empty now, like the frustration had burnt itself out.
Motherfucker. He couldn't hate you, he loved you too much.
Putting his phone on do not disturb, he laid face down in his bed again.
He couldn't help it, and he didn't know why he did it. Things were never grey, only black and white. It felt like he was splitting in two.
Helloooo! May I request Zhongli, Itto, Neuvillette, and Tighnari's s/o asking them to make her a mommy?
Oh what a wonderful idea~
─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─
{༻~Make me a mommy, pretty please~༺}
CW: NSFW, MDNI!!, Fem! Reader, breeding kink, no protection, slight mommy kink, creampie, slight mention of nipple play, scratching, big d*ck, and rough s*x!
Names used on the reader: Itto: Princess and Tighnari: Mutt, Neuvillette: My love
(Includes: Itto, Zhongli, Tighnari, and Neuvillette!)
𑁍༄Itto:
"I-i want to be a mommy, mmnhhg please Itto! C-cum inside!" You moaned loudly into the air, your nails digging into the large onis back as he nearly split you in two. You were a puddle beneath him, soaking the bed as he filled you past your limit with his thick cock, god you couldn't even see straight with how hard he was fucking you into the mattress.
He paused his movements, looking at you with this knowing glint in his eyes and smirk that left your legs quivering even more then they had been. He lifted up your chin and licked his lips, "You gonna carry my child for me like a good princess, give me a perfect baby~"
You couldn't even respond only weakly nod under his gaze and oh how he enjoyed seeing you so weak under him, "Then lets make sure you get pregnant tonight~"
𑁍༄Zhongli:
"I w-wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your b-babies, mmnhhg!" You gasped your words in between his messy kisses, your body screaming for him to fill it with his seed, oh archons you didn't even know what had gotten into you but your urges had you clenching around his hard cock like it was the end of the world if you didn't. Your hands held bunches of his hair and with ever thrust of his hips you were almost blinded with ecstasy, the rest of existence drowned out as he groaned into your mouth "Mnhghh~"
He pulled away long enough to look you in the eyes, his gleaming yellow orbs shining like he intrigued by your request...you almost wanted to look away with how intense of a stare he somehow managed to hold while he still thrusted into you. "That's no trouble at all, I'll breed you until you're swarming with my offspring. Till your perfect body can't handle anymore and then just as it's healed up, I'll do it all again~"
𑁍༄Tighnari:
"T-tighnar-i nhhg! Let me h-have your child, make me a mommy mnnh!! P-pleaseee" You gripped the sheets so hard your fingers where turning white, but it felt so good you were basically in a bath of your own heat. His cock destroying your tight pussy from behind you and the angle he was at reaching the places that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You needed him to put a baby in, you just needed it animalistic instincts taking over when his teeth left imprints in your neck "F-fuck please mmnh! Please!!"
His hands slid up from where they'd been playing with your sensitive nipples and he pulled your whole body away from the mattress, your back up against his chest as he whispered into your ear, "My mutts so eager to be a mommy hmm, you gonna take every bit of my cum then? Cause I won't stop till you're overflowing~"
𑁍༄Neuvillette:
You let your head fall back as a loud desperate moan escaped you, your hips moving on their own as your desperately rocked into his massive cock, every inch of it making you feel like you were being torn apart but god it was so good you couldn't stop, "Neuvill-ette Mnhgh! O-oh god, please cum inside. M-make me a mommy! F-fuck please!!"
He groaned into your ear, his grip on your body growing tighter like he'd just forgotten every other thing but your request and how wonderful your pussy felt around him, "You want me to make you a mommy...you want to carry my child?" He forced you down onto him roughly and you absolutely screamed in joy, "Y-yes! Fuck yes!!"
"Then consider it done my love, just remember that you never get pregnant first try and I don't plan on going easy on you~"
