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GOOOOOD EVENING, VIEWERS!

MR ANT here, thanking you all for tuning in again as always!

(Not like you'd ever choose not to, heheh...)

We here on our little newscast have decided to reward our DDDARLING VIEWERS with a section where you can learn ALL ABOUT your dear host- THATS ME!

You may call me ANT, or FELL!TENNA-

What? Whadd'ya mean, there's ANOTHER?! Mike, contact legal! MIKE!!

...HUFF. ...anyhow.

I am an open book, dear viewers, so ask me anything at all! I won't shy from a single question!

(Rules and stipulations for what you can't ask are below. ...That means CUT, Shuttah!-)

ask-tenna

{{After months of hiatus,

—I’m taking Tenna out back and shooting him 38 times in the head with a pistol.}}

{{this is due to lack of motivation as well as an ended friendship with a different blog. sorry folks, it’s been fun}}

mr-ants-newscast

// a big rip to ask-tenna :((

id say expect similar shit with this blog... I wont officially end things cuz? idk. maybe ill get a burst of energy when the next chapter comes out and ill come back buuuut. not feeling it. got into homestuck real hard (and also suffered the friend loss, LOL!) so. yeah. anyways a SALUTE to our fallen og <3 love ya asktens

#ooc #rip #hey bitch bein petty in asktennas comments get out of there #I see you #not pleased #anyways if you haven't read through ask-tenna #even though it'll never be finished I recommend u do #gr8 writing :)

obscuretobyfox

Toby has begun sending out responses to the "thankyou" page! There seems to be a variety of responses with "What are you getting at?" being a default wrong answer. Please share your responses so I can try and catalogue them all!

cool-deltarune-fun-facts

man what the hell

apowo16main

Interesting...

starlikeswomen

felt like sharing more art from recent like

characters from these blogs:

@the-evil-weevil-wizard @the-actual-tacobell-trust-me (for bucee the fucking beaver) @bigtimesalesman and @mr-ants-newscast @ask-the-chaoschaos @its-just-showbiz (technically... even though that Spamton hasn't. shown up on the blog LOLS) also @hexexists for ringleader

mr-ants-newscast

// big shanty will be canon in FIIIIVE MINUTES (do you guys know what big shanty is) (no you dont its a rp server thing) (and will never happen here) (because I keep forgetting I have this blog) (and fizz did too I think)

#that's ok tho #cause I get tons of bigshot content from them anyways heh #fizz shoutout hi ghost #I know they got this notif cause they're insane

// im staying on indefinite hiatus but you guys can have this art. or whatever. love u guys sorry heart

#defernull #ooc #ooc post #my art

ask-tenna

Oh, for Christ’s sake, LIGHTEN! THE! FUCK! UP!!!! RELAX!!!!

((OOC: Same goes for you. We’re here for Tenna, not the same recycled angst.))

((I have a plan and a storyline in mind I’ve been developing for a while and planting seeds for since near the beginning, culminating into something almost reached completion.

((To have it be called “the same recycled angst” is frankly, quite hurtful. If you don’t like it then you don’t have to engage or look at it. There is an abundance of great tenna blogs, and there’s no need to be rude.

((I am a to some degree a person with feelings, and you really don’t have to be harsh if my blog isn’t attuned to your preference. Unfollowing and finding a tenna blog you like better very well could’ve been a silent action.

((Think before you speak, please. Warm regards.))

mr-ants-newscast

to this anon

IF YOU WANNA BE A DICK GET OFF ANON, BUDDY!!!!!!

nobody caaaares if you’re “here for tenna” there are a billion other tenna blogs you could go to that are full of the whimsy and joy you want and THIS ISNT ONE!!! I can’t imagine getting genuinely mad over someone having fun playing dolls??? Get a life??? Or block the blog or find a different one or something???? Dude???

YOURE A CUNT 👎👎👎

ok sorry I hate when ppl r dicks to tennamod they’re one of the nicest ppl ik. tennamod ur blog is great do not doubt urself keep doing ur thing heart heart

#ooc. Obviously

mr-ants-newscast

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

its-just-showbiz

[He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it over. He'd acknowledge that it's stupid to give him all of the money now, if he wasn't confident in his ability to fight this bitch and take it back if need be.]

It still shocks me that you're willing to do this. Must have high expectations if this is worth giving up your classy bitch facade for.

mr-ants-newscast

yeah, yeah, okay. Your money talks, so you can shut up now.

[* One of his lower, mechanical arms grabbed at the Other Tenna's tie, yanking him inside. He sat him down on the couch in the dark green room, moving behind the couch to get to the bar, popping open the bottle the other had brought.]

[*...This is literally the same room fongler is sitting in a corner, but ignore that, he'll be fine,]

[*He handed the edgier knockoff a drink, slipping on the couch beside him.]

You're having at least one drink of what you brought with me. That way, if you're trying to poison me or something, you die too.

[*He laughed, which died out awkwardly in the quiet room.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Come on, you can be patient for a little while longer, cant you?

its-just-showbiz

[Ant drags him in by the tie like a dog on a leash, and he's not gonna lie, he's kind of with it. Maybe the drinks from earlier loosened him up. There's a protesting voice from the corner, but he's got bigger fish to fry right now.]

B-boss? OI! BOSS! YOU'RE HERE TA RESCUE ME, RIGHT?

[He sits down on the couch, takes the glass handed to him and lifts it slightly in a very sarcastic cheer.] What, you gotta be drunk to consider me? Wounded, I tell you. [His words are teasing, but they're more playful than cruel. This is another thing he's going to blame on drinking with Jasper.]

Ohh, I see, youse playin' da long game, I get it. Smart move, boss. Hey what are youse talking about by da way

But fine. I'll play along. Anything for my princess.

mr-ants-newscast

Puh-lease, I dont get drunk off one glass. I'm no lightweight.

[*He smirked a little as he swirled the drink around in his glass lazily. When the remote started talking on and on in the background, he rolled his eyes, calling out down the hall.]

AHEM. A little assistance for our guest here, folks?

[*..After about a minute, a dog rushes out from the hall and tosses a white sheet over fongler. they dont. move him or anything, just cover him up. out of sight, out of mind, ig. Ant smirks at that, relaxing back against the couch.]

Right, anyways, where were we?

...You really like that stupid nickname, dont you? Typical... You seem like the type of freak to need something like that. Makes you feel all confident, big guy? Hah.

its-just-showbiz

OI, HEY, WHAT THE FU-

[...yeah, he'll deal with that later.]

Ha. I'm getting the sneaking feeling you and I are the same type of freak. You're just more invested in hiding it. I don't need to fuck with you to feel confident, I just do it cause I like it.

...y'know, hah, one of my viewers really liked watching me get on your nerves while you were live. Have fun making that disappear.

mr-ants-newscast

Oh, the viewers…

[*He groaned, rubbing at his ‘brow’ with a hoarse chuckle, devoid of any humor.]

Believe me, they pestered me just the same about you. I don’t see the appeal in being so interested in OUR business.

…Speaking of which, don’t try and drag me down to your level, dimwit. You’ve damn near coined your own type of freak. I’m just taking advantage of how desperate you are. A little extra budget can be a godsend for production. Heh, free lesson from a real director, producer and star. Not that your little home movies aren’t… cute, too.

[*He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.]

its-just-showbiz

[He takes a drink, to hide the frown.]

It brings in good money. That's all I need.

[...back to the subject he's comfortable in.]

Frankly, I think the viewers are invested for a lot of the same reasons I am. Fun to see a guy like you lose his composure. Cute, even. And... c'mon, y'know, they're all perverts. Nothing better than watching two hot bitches tear each other apart.

[He's grinning again, bold enough to wrap an arm around Ant's shoulder and pull him in a little. Someone's gotta make the first move.]

mr-ants-newscast

[*It's almost instinctual, how quick it is- as soon as the knockoff pulls him closer, he needs to gain back his standing. His hand comes up to Ftenna's tie, yanking it roughly and bringing their faces closer.]

Oh, come on, doll. You only manage to get me all hot and bothered because I'm not expecting it live on the air. I have a reputation to uphold, you know.

[*He yanks the tie a little harder, pulling him closer yet. He set his drink down, resting his offhand on the others thigh.]

#short one bc I have blocktales on the brain #oughhhh blocktale #FREAKAY...#?#idk #CHEAP KNOCKOFF #ANTS TALK SHOW

mr-ants-newscast

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

its-just-showbiz

[He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it over. He'd acknowledge that it's stupid to give him all of the money now, if he wasn't confident in his ability to fight this bitch and take it back if need be.]

It still shocks me that you're willing to do this. Must have high expectations if this is worth giving up your classy bitch facade for.

mr-ants-newscast

yeah, yeah, okay. Your money talks, so you can shut up now.

[* One of his lower, mechanical arms grabbed at the Other Tenna's tie, yanking him inside. He sat him down on the couch in the dark green room, moving behind the couch to get to the bar, popping open the bottle the other had brought.]

[*...This is literally the same room fongler is sitting in a corner, but ignore that, he'll be fine,]

[*He handed the edgier knockoff a drink, slipping on the couch beside him.]

You're having at least one drink of what you brought with me. That way, if you're trying to poison me or something, you die too.

[*He laughed, which died out awkwardly in the quiet room.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Come on, you can be patient for a little while longer, cant you?

its-just-showbiz

[Ant drags him in by the tie like a dog on a leash, and he's not gonna lie, he's kind of with it. Maybe the drinks from earlier loosened him up. There's a protesting voice from the corner, but he's got bigger fish to fry right now.]

B-boss? OI! BOSS! YOU'RE HERE TA RESCUE ME, RIGHT?

[He sits down on the couch, takes the glass handed to him and lifts it slightly in a very sarcastic cheer.] What, you gotta be drunk to consider me? Wounded, I tell you. [His words are teasing, but they're more playful than cruel. This is another thing he's going to blame on drinking with Jasper.]

Ohh, I see, youse playin' da long game, I get it. Smart move, boss. Hey what are youse talking about by da way

But fine. I'll play along. Anything for my princess.

mr-ants-newscast

Puh-lease, I dont get drunk off one glass. I'm no lightweight.

[*He smirked a little as he swirled the drink around in his glass lazily. When the remote started talking on and on in the background, he rolled his eyes, calling out down the hall.]

AHEM. A little assistance for our guest here, folks?

[*..After about a minute, a dog rushes out from the hall and tosses a white sheet over fongler. they dont. move him or anything, just cover him up. out of sight, out of mind, ig. Ant smirks at that, relaxing back against the couch.]

Right, anyways, where were we?

...You really like that stupid nickname, dont you? Typical... You seem like the type of freak to need something like that. Makes you feel all confident, big guy? Hah.

its-just-showbiz

OI, HEY, WHAT THE FU-

[...yeah, he'll deal with that later.]

Ha. I'm getting the sneaking feeling you and I are the same type of freak. You're just more invested in hiding it. I don't need to fuck with you to feel confident, I just do it cause I like it.

...y'know, hah, one of my viewers really liked watching me get on your nerves while you were live. Have fun making that disappear.

mr-ants-newscast

Oh, the viewers…

[*He groaned, rubbing at his ‘brow’ with a hoarse chuckle, devoid of any humor.]

Believe me, they pestered me just the same about you. I don’t see the appeal in being so interested in OUR business.

…Speaking of which, don’t try and drag me down to your level, dimwit. You’ve damn near coined your own type of freak. I’m just taking advantage of how desperate you are. A little extra budget can be a godsend for production. Heh, free lesson from a real director, producer and star. Not that your little home movies aren’t… cute, too.

[*He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink.]

#it’s been a year daddy #this may sucketh asse but I am getting back in the rhythm #CHEAP KNOCKOFF #ANTS TALK SHOW

ooc//

will probably be mostly responding to threads at first… gonna try n not get burnt out again blehh…

#ooc #ooc post

mr-ants-newscast

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

its-just-showbiz

[He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it over. He'd acknowledge that it's stupid to give him all of the money now, if he wasn't confident in his ability to fight this bitch and take it back if need be.]

It still shocks me that you're willing to do this. Must have high expectations if this is worth giving up your classy bitch facade for.

mr-ants-newscast

yeah, yeah, okay. Your money talks, so you can shut up now.

[* One of his lower, mechanical arms grabbed at the Other Tenna's tie, yanking him inside. He sat him down on the couch in the dark green room, moving behind the couch to get to the bar, popping open the bottle the other had brought.]

[*...This is literally the same room fongler is sitting in a corner, but ignore that, he'll be fine,]

[*He handed the edgier knockoff a drink, slipping on the couch beside him.]

You're having at least one drink of what you brought with me. That way, if you're trying to poison me or something, you die too.

[*He laughed, which died out awkwardly in the quiet room.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Come on, you can be patient for a little while longer, cant you?

its-just-showbiz

[Ant drags him in by the tie like a dog on a leash, and he's not gonna lie, he's kind of with it. Maybe the drinks from earlier loosened him up. There's a protesting voice from the corner, but he's got bigger fish to fry right now.]

B-boss? OI! BOSS! YOU'RE HERE TA RESCUE ME, RIGHT?

[He sits down on the couch, takes the glass handed to him and lifts it slightly in a very sarcastic cheer.] What, you gotta be drunk to consider me? Wounded, I tell you. [His words are teasing, but they're more playful than cruel. This is another thing he's going to blame on drinking with Jasper.]

Ohh, I see, youse playin' da long game, I get it. Smart move, boss. Hey what are youse talking about by da way

But fine. I'll play along. Anything for my princess.

mr-ants-newscast

Puh-lease, I dont get drunk off one glass. I'm no lightweight.

[*He smirked a little as he swirled the drink around in his glass lazily. When the remote started talking on and on in the background, he rolled his eyes, calling out down the hall.]

AHEM. A little assistance for our guest here, folks?

[*..After about a minute, a dog rushes out from the hall and tosses a white sheet over fongler. they dont. move him or anything, just cover him up. out of sight, out of mind, ig. Ant smirks at that, relaxing back against the couch.]

Right, anyways, where were we?

...You really like that stupid nickname, dont you? Typical... You seem like the type of freak to need something like that. Makes you feel all confident, big guy? Hah.

#ANTS TALK SHOW #CHEAP KNOCKOFF #DA LEGAL TEAM #kill these guys #sorry this is corny my writing is. bleghhh rn

mr-ants-newscast

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

its-just-showbiz

[He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it over. He'd acknowledge that it's stupid to give him all of the money now, if he wasn't confident in his ability to fight this bitch and take it back if need be.]

It still shocks me that you're willing to do this. Must have high expectations if this is worth giving up your classy bitch facade for.

mr-ants-newscast

yeah, yeah, okay. Your money talks, so you can shut up now.

[* One of his lower, mechanical arms grabbed at the Other Tenna's tie, yanking him inside. He sat him down on the couch in the dark green room, moving behind the couch to get to the bar, popping open the bottle the other had brought.]

[*...This is literally the same room fongler is sitting in a corner, but ignore that, he'll be fine,]

[*He handed the edgier knockoff a drink, slipping on the couch beside him.]

You're having at least one drink of what you brought with me. That way, if you're trying to poison me or something, you die too.

[*He laughed, which died out awkwardly in the quiet room.]

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Come on, you can be patient for a little while longer, cant you?

#hes trying to mess with him #CHEAP KNOCKOFF #ANTS TALK SHOW #why does he always wind up drinking with hoes in da green room #mehhhh wahtever

[...there's a knock at the door.]

[Being out in the snow makes him feel weird now, especially considering he's about to meet an alternate version of himself. He's been here before. Except now, he's not going to kill him. That's for later.]

[...in his hand, he holds a bag containing an expensive bottle of wine. In his pocket, a fat wad of cash.]

- @its-just-showbiz

[*A dog shadowy in a muzzle opens the door.]

[*...It glares at the tv there, snarling at first...]

[*...Before slamming the door in his face.]

[*...And a couple minutes later, Ant is stepping out, in just his undershirt and with his extra arms strapped on at the ready in case this bitch tries to double cross him.]

...You got the money?

#DA LEGAL TEAM #fang mentioned bc I miss him...#ANT ANSWERS #CHEAP KNOCKOFF

Your so skrunkly scrimblo

Sure, maybe you're a little piendish at times,

But your still a mipy

Are you all having a stroke? Should I call somebody?

#ANT ANSWERS

mr-ants-newscast

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

its-just-showbiz

30 thousand dollars. He knows for what. Just tell him.

mr-ants-newscast

...Uh, if ya says so, pal.

[*He pulls the phone away, yelling to someone else outside the room.]

BOSS! DUDES ON DA LINE! HE SAYS, UH, THIRTY THOUSANDS!

...UH HUH. UH HUH.

Boss says ta doubles it.

its-just-showbiz

...50k, tell him that.

mr-ants-newscast

BOSSS! HE SAYS FIFTYS!

...YUH HUH. UH HUH.

'e says he'll agree if ya brings a fancy wines, too.

its-just-showbiz

Done.

mr-ants-newscast

Yuh huh, okay, bye.

[*...You can hear someone slamming the phone back on the wrong way.]

dangit, howd'ya...

[*The other side hangs up.]

#ELECTRIC OUTLAW

mr-ants-newscast

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

its-just-showbiz

30 thousand dollars. He knows for what. Just tell him.

mr-ants-newscast

...Uh, if ya says so, pal.

[*He pulls the phone away, yelling to someone else outside the room.]

BOSS! DUDES ON DA LINE! HE SAYS, UH, THIRTY THOUSANDS!

...UH HUH. UH HUH.

Boss says ta doubles it.

its-just-showbiz

...50k, tell him that.

mr-ants-newscast

BOSSS! HE SAYS FIFTYS!

...YUH HUH. UH HUH.

'e says he'll agree if ya brings a fancy wines, too.

#ELECTRIC OUTLAW #ANTS TALK SHOW

mr-ants-newscast

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

its-just-showbiz

30 thousand dollars. He knows for what. Just tell him.

mr-ants-newscast

...Uh, if ya says so, pal.

[*He pulls the phone away, yelling to someone else outside the room.]

BOSS! DUDES ON DA LINE! HE SAYS, UH, THIRTY THOUSANDS!

...UH HUH. UH HUH.

Boss says ta doubles it.

#ELECTRIC OUTLAW #ANTS TALK SHOW #is that the tag why'd it not autofill am I stupid #if I am. ill fix it in the morning

[...seems like some secretary is getting a phone call.]

...I need to speak with your boss. Tonight. Tell him 30k.

- @its-just-showbiz

[*...]

[*....]

[*...Ring, ring.]

[*They dont exactly have a secretary.]

[*The phone is going unanswered.]

[*...And then finally, a cowboy assistant picks up.]

[*Thats... probably close to a secretary, right?]

Yyyeello?

...Uh, ya got it, pal.

...30 fer what, again?

#ELECTRIC OUTLAW #I missed jongler okay. I MISSED JONGLER #hes very out of the loop but that's ok

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