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[I'm not using this blog for the foreseeable future] he/they • tenderpoet, but revamped! • he's very aggressive if you catch him at the right time • he has identity issues. you can bully him for it

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I think I'm gonna wipe Spade and Tender's blogs clean and completely rework them from the ground up. anyone opposed to this say I

I forgot to add Leaf to this post he is included. all my slenderblogs dyin

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are you the muffin man now? /silly /j

HEHE Spade is cherries and Tender is blueberries. but I mean if we're speaking in Flicker terms, he's too busy being the murderer so he can't give anyone muffins

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hey, Tender! guess what time it is?

:)

The wood underneath Tender's claws chipped and splintered as he dug into his desk. Oh, how wonderful. If he was aware enough to be snappy or sarcastic, he would be. He slowly rose to his feet, delicately pushed in his chair, and stumbled out of his office - hopefully, he would be quick enough to avoid anyone else in the house.

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OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU SO BLUE. THE BLOG IS SO... BLUE

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OH MY GOD WHY ARE YOU SO BLUE. THE BLOG IS SO... BLUE

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.... retractable kitty paws................do you have toe beans /pos

"I do not!"

He mumbled, "It would be nice, though..."

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🫵 KITTY GOT CLAWS

"I AM NOT-" He huffed, "Yes, I have claws! But I am NOT a cat!"

Tender mumbled under his breath, "Besides, aren't most slenders cat-adjacent?"

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Hey can I see your hand real quick

Squishes your fingers

"W- HEY!"

He quickly tried to take his hand back without potentially scratching the anon with his, now very visible, claws.

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by "traditional" standards she/her is feminine sure, but really?

They're just words for self expression, they're only feminine because people think they are but you can be a she/her man if ya wanted

Who gives a shit what others say? If it makes ya happy :3

Tender clearly didn't like that answer.

"Because it DOESN'T make me happy. I don't want a single person to use that for me! I don't! And yes I DO care what my coworkers say, because they are the people I work with."

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I keep trying to call you she !!! you're so she-core!!! just give up and add she/her to your pronouns already.

"Wh- oh PARDON ME for not wanting to be perceived as feminine! I view those as very feminine when those pronouns refer to me! Besides, people give me looks... It's bad enough people will sometimes "guess" about me at work."

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Happy aro week 😜

"...What? I'm in a relationship. I'm very happy for aro people, though. I hope they enjoy this week."

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Tender was scratching words into the paper again. Same horrible mood as last time.

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Creature drawn

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Mod....mod, I am terrible sorry but Spade calling Tender 'Indie' for shorthand for Indigo is really sweet and all but............all I can think of is Indiana Jones cause he's often called Indie...

YEAH HAHAHA I knew that was coming eventually.

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Tender sat idly at his desk, fidgeting with the pen in hand. The paper in front of him... It felt rotten. Like the words were snapping at his subconscious and leaking venom the longer he stared. It gnawed at him, truly. He'd sat down and rewritten this more than once. With every try it only made him feel worse. Every redo became more and more vulnerable which only drove the knife deeper into his fears. He wasn't spitting out poetry, he was spitting out evil. Fear, anguish, guilt. That's all that stared back at him when he looked down at the words he'd written.

Balling up the paper in his fists, he tossed it aside and grabbed a fresh sheet again. He stopped keeping a bin in his office. Instead, all his scrapped pieces always sat neatly in a "discard" pile for his partner to read. On occasion, Indigo would even incorporate Spade's feedback into the finished product... Not today, however. Today, with all the festering emotions, with all the what-if statements bubbling in his mind, he was not going to keep a discard pile. He was not going to send any of this to Spade until he made something that hid his intent. Something that reflected his skill and not his thoughts. Something that was art yet kept a thin layer of plastic over the inspiration behind it.

But he just couldn't do it. No matter how hard he tried to thread his breakdown into something pretty, it would just leave holes in the stitching. He couldn't find a way to even HINT at what he was thinking of, and was too horrified at the thought of being upfront with his partner to try talking about it. He... Wouldn't do it. This has been prying at him for months, and he still couldn't tell Spade any of it. He knew how patient he was... "But Indie", he'd say, "You don't have to tell me anything until you're ready."

Tender was well aware how painfully kind he was, but he was so desperate to lean on somebody. To spill his guts and not have to THINK about this anymore. He wanted to forget, oh so bad, he wanted to hide it from himself. He couldn't be honest, he couldn't forget, he couldn't hide it in his stupid little writings, so what could he do?

...

So he left himself with his thoughts until his partner came home.

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I LOVE YOU!!

He grinned. "Oh? Well thank you!"

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you've been so happy recently, haven't you?

"Hm?"

Tender tilted his head to the side from the question, considering it for a decent amount of time. When he found his answer he smiled, and his tendrils wagged behind him in a not so dissimilar way to Spade's tails.

"...I guess so! I wouldn't consider myself unhappy before now, but... Yes. I've been so genuinely happy."