#tennatvly

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@mewsnfrills said: Seafoam would also not be immune to his charisma & @tennatvly confessed: Tenna Wants to be a hater bc that's His Spotlight but he'd fall so fast if Flowery turned the charm on him. 🙄

then, it's only fair to draw his fanclub, too 🙂‍↕️🖤

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[puzlprof]

starter for @tennatvly.

Watching outside the window of the small town's hotel, Layton watched as some of the individual starts glimmers in the dark, night sky. He watched the way they moved -- stagnant yet radiant -- almost entranced by them. He had that look on his face, a familiar one that his companion, Tenna, would clock as one the professor plastered whenever he was in deep concentration. Today had been a long day; answering the beckon regarding a mysterious, ghostly woman and a red fog, alongside the inclusion of the television star right at his side. While his priority remained on figuring out the cause behind the reported mist and hazy figure before it all, his second priority was, and would continue to be, focused primarily on the man who ruled prime time. Layton' sitting in the sole armchair in the hotel room, looked over towards Tenna. His beady eyes blinked, melancholy shining like the stars in the sky overhead. He turned his head away, opting to look down at his hands. Of course he wondered why Tenna wanted to come along with him. With his new life surrounded by the cameras and lights, what grounds did he have to almost seem to plead to be allowed to accompany him? Layton would never deny him, however a part of him still felt guilty. He was a much busier man that he was, and little trips could always turn into long escapades depending on the circumstances. The professor didn't believe this was a waste of time -- providing his assistance, no matter how minuscule, was his primary model -- but Tenna's livelihood posed a complex contract to his own. Was this simply out of need to step away from the stresses of stage life, or a means to accumulate new ideas for his broadcasting? Or, more likely, ideally, he wanted to get away and spend time with him. Alone. Or, not exactly alone, but solely the two of them in their own, small space. The concept made Layton's chest squeeze. It could've been a combination of all three, for all he knew. In this particular case, it was hard to put the pieces together on what was going on in the host's wired innards. They had spent so little time with each other in person for the longest while (so it had felt for Layton), that he couldn't make an accurate estimate as to what Tenna was thinking about. The simple, sole remaining question of why. As his brows furrowed, he could feel Tenna watching him. As his hands squeezed each other, he could imagine Tenna pulling them apart and putting them into his own to stop the stirring within them. The professor wished he had some tea to drink. The crickets outside the window chirped. All was natural, and still. Cold. Too cold.

"I'm certain you're aware that I do not believe the maroon mist to be the work of witchcraft, yes? The mountains on the edge of town... I believe there is something there that can be the cause to what the townsfolk are witnessing." Layton looked outside the window again, primarily focusing on the ground from the elevated second story. He peered down, looking against the ground. There was no sign of red around the buildings and other objects. His head rose to look towards the rocky terrain in the distance, seeing the red there. It was a lot dimmer than the citizens had described, however the dimming of the light seemed to be a common occurrence. That was based on their accounts, anyways. While Layton, nor Tenna, had the time to observe the phenomenon for longer than the weekend, he was certain the two of them would find some sort of cause. That was the hope, anyways; he turned his body more towards the star in the bedroom. "I plan to investigate at dawn. That way, there is the entire day to promote a proper search for the culprit." He looked up at Tenna, face still strained in some ways, but soft in others. "I assume you will be joining me then, too? It would aid me greatly to have another set of eyes on the perimeters. Especially with your height; it may prove itself useful. I'm uncertain if what we seek is higher up, or way, way low. It is based on sole assumption at this point. Questions that will hopefully find answers upon the new day." The professor let out a soft sigh; smooth as milk. "That leaves the rest of the night to us and us alone." He was silent for a minute, closing his eyes gently, and letting out that sweet, little noise again. "I've missed this terribly," he admitted, voice somber, drowning in subtle emotion for words unspoken.

[dcynight]

@tennatvly

After a whirlwind of a night full of passionate outbursts, a few tears, and a long well overdue string of apologies. Sun and Moon had found themselves camping out with Tenna in his room. Sure, they could've tried to go out and see to their own room's setup. But by the time they'd gotten to that point, it was late. And the last thing any of them wanted was to bother the prince after getting back from fighting who knows what all day.

So, they slept on his sofa!

It wasn't the most comfortable spot in the world, but the two of them made it work, even if it involved a whole lot of snuggling and awkward angles until they found one that worked.

However.... Due to the rather emotional circumstances of the day, neither of them had expected what would happen in the following hours.

The next day, when Tenna would rise, instead of walking into the room to find his two friends with tangled limbs, possibly snoring, possibly drooling. No.. What's lying right there on his sofa is something or.. Someone, completely different.

One very large, very sleepy, jester. Large enough that all his limbs seemed to be draped and dangling over the sofa and into the floor. And yet, he didn't seem to be fully aware of his surroundings at first. Rubbing at an eye with one hand and starting to move into a sitting position just as his gaze circled the room and stopped... Right as it met Tenna's own.

A frightened jolt is given, and several limbs are already flying around in a dazed state of jumping off the couch.

Yet, somehow, the panic takes a pause when he finally wakes himself up enough to realize where he was again.

"Oh!...Good morning? Heh-- Y-you startled me."

[flxshy]

@tennatvly plotted starter!

Castletown felt wrong. So very wrong. Everyone else got their second chance at safety, their comfy little reset after the fountain closed, but not him. Not the one darkner who’d actually bothered to stick around her, to make her feel like she wasn’t just another freak on the sidelines.

Tenna was supposed to be here. He deserved to be here.

Instead, he was wounded, discarded—put back together piece by piece by her own damn hands—only for Toriel to still threaten to toss him out like he was some busted piece of junk. It wasn’t fair. None of it was.

And then she found out where he ended up. Not in their little supply closet, not hidden away in the shadows where she’d smuggled him snacks and junk food. No. He was living in Mettaton’s house. Like some shiny new centerpiece, as if he was just another piece of retro décor for the bot’s sparkling collection.

Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to fly.

So Susie did what Susie always did best: the dumbest, loudest thing possible. She clambered up the side of Mettaton’s pristine mansion like a burglar with zero stealth, shoved open a window, and hauled herself inside. A vase toppled, glitter curtains snagged on her chipped scales, and Mettaton’s horrified gasp could’ve cracked glass.

“Darling! You can’t just crawl in through my—”

Too late. She spotted Tenna.

“Gotcha, big guy.”

She lifted the CRT like she was rescuing treasure, but the second she turned to leave, she froze. The window she’d squeezed through? Way too small for him. She stared, tried to tilt him at an angle, nearly dropped him, then groaned loud enough to shake the walls.

“Ugh, screw this.”

Ignoring Mettaton’s pleas, Susie stomped straight through the living room, knocking over a sequined lamp on her way out. She kicked open the front door instead, Tenna under her arm, Mettaton shrieking behind her like a scorned diva as she made her escape.

By the time she came crashing back into town, she was panting, triumphant, and looking like she’d just won a war. Ralsei barely had time to open his mouth before she barreled past him, hollering through the streets:

“Tenna?! Yo, Tenna?! Where the hell are you?!”

Because if the rest of this town got to have their happy endings, then damn it—so did he.

[voxxisms]

@tennatvly requested a lyrical starter!( accepting! )Never Love an Anchor by The Crane Wives

he's drunk. very, very drunk, more than he has been in a very long time. he had five ryes, four more than ever necessary, and boy did he feel it. sitting next to another sinner at the relatively empty bar, it was easy to forget what day it was. what year. who sat beside him couldn't have mattered less. it could have been no one.

❛ on some level, i think i always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever. ❜

stumbled words that maybe didn't make the most sense to another sober-er mind than his. or maybe it would.

❛ you know, you think you understand things the way they are, and then something happens, and suddenly everything changes. and you become someone else, you know? i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel. ❜

that shouldn't seem surprising, maybe. but once upon a time, he would have considered himself something else. someone else. the poor soul beside him probably hadn't said a word to him, but he was unable to stop the tumbling sentences from falling between them anyway.

[pomniegranate]

@tennatvly said: Get down to her level and stare back <3

Well, now she's going to continue staring right back! This is war and she's not banking on losing!

[mewsnfrills]

"To think one like you would be so forgiving Mr. Tenna."