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Possessive Tenna

He won’t ever let you go again. From now on, you’re his… only his... (Following up on that)

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: ̗̀➛ Spamton G. Spamton & Reader Headcanons [SNEO Edition] #2

Suggestive

Though now tall and intimidating, a monster in every fashion of the word, you cannot help yourself as you gaze upon him; eyes wide with wonder for he is just so beautiful. Like a twisted angel he looms, elongated, clawed fingers reaching before picking you up so tenderly you’d believe you were made of glass. You are no miniature, but you sit comfortably in his palms, and there is no struggle to hold you; he does so quite easily.

If he was a strange angel, then you must surely have been the star that made him fall.

Spamton can soar through the skies of the dark world with the infernal strings that keeps him trapped, and he may gaze upon all the beauty that is offered to him, but nothing can tear his eyes away from you.

“My [love, dearest, most gorgeous],” he says, voice ever so handsome in its guttural ways.

He will bring you near, puppet teeth nuzzling and kissing parts of your cheek and neck; he can reach them both in but a single touch.

You needn’t ever walk again. In fact, Spamton doesn’t want you to. He only wants to hold you, caress you, kiss you, worship you for the greatness that you are. He is the one with the wings and powerful body, but you are the one with the purity and beauty of a sunlit sky with paint strokes of white clouds upon it.

Though he may not yet have what he requires to be free, there is at least one more bonus to having this new body: He may finally treat you as you deserve, for before he was small and unable to touch and love you the way he wanted, but now?

Oh, for days afterwards, he will not let you out of his sight, at least not until he’s touched every part of you and made both your mind and your skin remember him completely.

Sing for him, tell him how much you love him, say how good he makes you feel.

It will make him happy; beyond it, even.

“Keep [sing for me] like that [Sweetheart] [Heart], and I might just [Eat you up],” he purrs, teeth grazing your skin; hands squeezing, touching, going down and then up again.

“Keep looking at me like that, and I might just want you to, beautiful,” you say, smiling and letting your fingers pass gently over his cheeks before stroking over his scalp and entangling in his hair. His pupils blow wide, and he claims your lips again, bruising in their eagerness to have you for a fifth time this day.

How could he ever have enough of you, his most beloved star.

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Hi this is the first time ive posted on tumblr.. here is some tenna fanart

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: ̗̀➛ Spamton G. Spamton & Reader Headcanons #1

In the beginning of your relationship, that being friendship, he didn’t quite enjoy being touched. At first, he would make a strange hiss and turn red before scampering away, often rendering you somewhat amused as you watched him leave, though that amusement soon turned to pity, for surely, what had made him so frightened to be touched in the first place?

You had to tread carefully, give him space; give him time.

There was a twitch to his fingers the closer you became. The way he’d look at you when you spoke, when you laughed, when you bantered with him and humoured his stupid jokes… it softened.

Soon he began to stand closer to you, walk closer to you; almost touching you. It appeared as if he was constipated at times, looking so concentrated it made his jaw fall open and his eyes drift apart. Again, the sight was silly, but you kept your laughter at bay.

The audible sigh he let out the first time he leaned against you was sweet; adorable even. And then, just like that, he didn’t ever want to stop touching you.

Clinging onto your leg when you were out and about as he shouted at someone became normal. Having him scale you like a tower to hang from your waist became normal. Him sitting atop your shoulders became normal.

Him touching your cheek and nuzzling his face into your neck… it became normal.

The first time you kissed him… Spamton almost tackled you, surging forward to reciprocate so quickly you stumbled and nearly fell onto your bottom. Evidently, he’d wanted to do that for a long, long time.

He’s frustrated that he can’t say “I love you” without being interrupted by his speech tic, but you’re so sweet to him, so touchy and lovely, and when you kiss him, you make him forget why he was frustrated in the first place.

Never stop kissing him, [Angel].

Next Music: Bear McCreary - Valinor

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Heheheeee!!

(I know, I’m a little too excited 🤣)

Here’s part 2 and the end of this small comic. Hope you enjoy~

Tenna… T-That’s… That’s kinda too excessive... maybe ?

Part 1/2 - Part 2/2

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: ̗̀➛ NEO Spamton G. Spamton & SOUL Reader Imagines #6

Warning: Death - Dead body - Mention of blood

The heavens weep and tears of translucent water rains upon the world as the earth is cleaved by claw and arm of mechanical splendour. Warped and twisted it yields before the behemoth as mist and splashing darkness clings but releases its hold as wings of cloth and kaleidoscope beat and shocks the worlds underneath. Cold is the air and grey are the clouds, yet distant sunlight peeks through and casts strokes of white and pale gold.

At one it all comes to a halt, wind softening, thunder quieting, music screeching before ending.

And he breathes.

Ah... aha...

His face is slack, body cold and yet all too warm; pulse wrecking him from within. Waterfalls are upon his visage, yet he does not look away for the light no longer sings its woe upon an unfortunate shadow.

“Free... Ahaha… the sun…. the clouds…” He says upon a breath; deep and filling in his chest. Beautiful is the evening of this world he’d never been meant to see, and the very air that surrounds him contorts and twists the image of perception, yet it yields to his presence even as it rejects it.

“My dear…” he speaks, ignoring the distant wails and booming shockwaves of screams eternal, the noise no longer bothering him as he places elongated fingers near his chest, urging the SOUL that is you to emerge so you may bask in his glory. Fond are the eyes which looks down upon you, puppet face twisted in grievous joy as a gentle claw strokes your glowing side. “You can see it… can’t you?” he asks, though you are as silent as the grave. And such it had been ever since he tore you from your body, your lamentations still echoing within the deepest pits of his mind.

“Spamton!! Please, stop—AAAHH! STOP!! SPAMTON PLEASE!!!”

Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me. We will be free together, I promise! I cannot speak with my voice. Forgive me. I love you! Forgive me! I love you! I love you!

“PLEASE!! SPAMTON! PLEASE! PLEASE STOP—AAAAAAHH!!!! STOP!!! STOP!!! STOP!!!”

And Spamton wept as the threads which kept your SOUL ensnared to your body snapped one by one, your limbs twitching with each fracture until you finally fell limp; inhales choked and stammering until they ceased completely. And then… there was silence.

“Can you hear me?” he asks, smile straining even as fondness remains in his gaze. “Nothing halts my speech anymore. You always said how much you liked my voice. Well, here it is!” He cheered, thunder rolling, pearly rain quietly beginning their descent. Spamton doesn’t look away from you, though his fingers curl about your form. “My love…?” he calls, black gums showing as his smile widens in maddened glee though his brows start to frown. “We’re free.”

Tenderly, he brings you closer to his face, the rain gentle as it trickles over his form, but he’s unable to appreciate it. The world is so quiet even as thunder rolls overhead and the wind kiss at his head. A few strands of black hair fall over his face, and Spamton blinks, seeing nothing but your soft glow.

“Talk to me,” he begs, tears mingling with rainwater. “Please… say something.”

You are quiet.

The wail upon the faraway distance draws near, coming in waves as the air booms and thunder crackles. The clouds fall like a raging sea, ensnaring all and everything, and daylight yields to the storm’s command.

Nothing can touch Spamton. Nothing can harm him, the green strings which had controlled him hanging and swaying in the wind like a cloak behind him.

. . .

Something tugs at the strings.

Spamton turns his head, looking back and underneath, eyes wide as his breath stalls in his throat. Entangled at the end of the strings hangs a familiar form, broken and bloodied, beautiful in its decay. It looks up at him, face pale and dead, eyes glassy and cast with fog. The mouth smiles, black bile pouring between soft lips which had kissed Spamton so sweetly only a day ago.

You’re smiling at him, fingers twitching towards him, but you’re caught in his strings, and you cannot move. Black tears trickle from your eyes, and your expression is so gentle, even in death. You wish to reach him… but you can’t.

Spamton begins to laugh, the chuckles arising from his chest as something within him tickles, and your body disappears with the flashing of lightning. And thus, he must weep in tandem to his hysterics, curling your SOUL closer to his chest as he looks upon the black and grey clouds, stunning in their rage. He screams, his mind tearing, his heart shattering, his hands trembling around your SOUL.

You remain silent.

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you ever get a comment that makes you want to reread your fic ?? it’s like ‘dang u liked it that much?? lemme go look’

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I just rediscovered the song MAMA by EXO and I am inspired. I am flooded with Spamton NEO ideas, and they are delicious.

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Um, I, um he's.... UMM!!! HELP! HE'S SO CUTE!

I love your art sm but my favorite thing about it is tenna’s little cord tail 😭 it’s so cute i love him sm (and i love your art style!! you’re srsly so skilled!)

((OMG!!! What on earth am I even drawing?!?)) Thank you for your adorable FanMail ! 💕

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HELP HE'S SO CUTE I CANNOT HANDLE IT! Just the way he completely folds himself around them. ACH! It's so cute and sweet!

would it be funny for you just minding your own business and suddenly Tenna drops down from the fucking ceiling to give you a big hug :)

On the floor.

Silly bug <33

When he gets like this you can bet you're not getting away for a couple of hours. This man already clings like a baby with two hands, you're not going ANYWHERE trapped in his four arms hehhej

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Don’t have to answer this one in public just wanted to let you know that your writing is amazing and your tenna x reader series never fails to put a smile on my face. Sending good vibes and energy your way

Aww! Thank you so much, dearest Anon! It means a lot to me to hear you say that. <33

Here, have a Tennaling as a proper thank you from me!

Scampering around your feet, the sweet, little Tennaling chirps happily, a huge smile upon its tiny face; legs jumping up and down as it attempts to climb up your leg, but each attempt ends with it rolling down and away, looking quite silly as it falls onto its back; legs kicking in the air as it squeals in distress. Though no matter, no matter! It will happily chirp upon your help, nuzzling into your cupped hands as a flower bloom from its nose; smile big and bright.

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Just like you wanted @deqdlyowl ;)

Part 1/2 - Part 2/2 Ref here :)

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If you haven’t already, can you pleaaaase draw Tenna with 4 arms 🙏🙏🙏

i envy his capabilities with these 4 arms so much

│ Instagram │ Bluesky │

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Some SoulTenna doodles :3

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Jst need to sit on his lap a little... Like getting cozy on his big ass lap and its warm and he hugs you and shit....

He gives the best hugs <333

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He's so cute!

what is his fucking problem man

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Part 23 in my weekly poster series of 2025