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IF I GET [Kissed on the mouth] DOING THAT YOU JUST HAVE TO [take it]!
Spamton and Tenna brute force Tenna’s parental controls.
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12 Oct 2025
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spamtenna swap au by @/Diionysan on twt/x !
Tenna and Spamton finally reunite after their whole dramatic fiasco. Nowadays, they just get in each other's pants, especially Spamton.
So what happens when Tenna's all alone and pent up, needing sweet relief?
Well, he comes up with an idea to help get himself off, literally!
tldr; tenna eats himself out
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20 Sep 2025
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Tenna could hear the kitchen. The clatter of plates. The deep rumble of Asgore’s voice, rising—then flattening into something hoarse. Toriel’s sharper. Less like a yell, more like a scab picked sore too many times. Kris would wander in, shoulders stiff, and press their cheek to the static. Sometimes, if the TV was warm from recent use, the glass would fog. They’d breathe slow. Not watching anything. Just being close.
He’d glow soft blue beneath them. He always kept his volume low. Just enough to give them something steady. He thought of himself, in those times, as a nightlight. Something for a scared kid to feel near when they didn’t want to cry.
And then, sometimes, Kris would draw.
Little stick figures with marker right on the screen. Green for themselves. Brown for Noelle. Big loopy lines for antlers. Red for Dess. a big triangle with gashing spikes . Toriel would scold them gently when she caught them, but she never got angry. She’d say, “Markers are for paper,” and Kris would shrug and say “Okay,” and do it again next week.
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ode to the cathode
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20 Sep 2025
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After another late shift, you become witness to one of your boss's state-of-the-art emotional breakdowns, and decide to do something about it.
Or: You touch that dial.
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- Part 1 of I LOVE TV
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20 Sep 2025
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She showed up at Kris’s door with her hood up and her tail twitching, smelling like smoke that wasn’t hers. She had one of her mother’s old flannels tied around her waist, the sleeves long and dragging. Kris didn’t ask. Just stepped aside.
Toriel, from the kitchen, poked her head out and said only: “Shoes off, dear. I just mopped.”
Like Susie belonged there.
Like she wasn’t a guest anymore.
Kris gave her the couch and curled up on Chariel. Susie protested, at first—“It’s your damn house, dude,” she said, “I can sleep on the floor, I’ve done it before”—but Kris was already half-buried in blankets and completely silent, which meant the conversation was over.
At some point, when the house had gone completely quiet and the shadows settled, Susie whispered:
“Hey.”
Kris shifted their head to look at her.
The moonlight caught her hair, the jagged edge of her teeth. Her eyes were clearer than they ever were at school. No posturing. No sneer. Just Susie. Bare and real in a borrowed T-shirt, her knees pulled up, her voice a rasp.
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i have extremely specific thoughts on krusie
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19 Sep 2025