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CTS// OH??? MY GOODNESS??????

I'M CRYING HAPPY TEARS. LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!! THESE ARE INCREDIBLE!! oh my gosh i'm gonna sCREAM. I LOVE THESE WITH ALL MY HEART.

The colours are absolutely gorgeous, especially in the first one. It's so eye-catching and vibrant—just like Tenna himself!! The expression on the second one is absolutely DELIGHTFUL. And that ROSE!! It's BEAUTIFUL!!!

As soon as I get the opportunity, I'm putting ALL of these lovely fan works I've been receiving up on my wall. These are making my day! My week!! My YEAR!!!

I'm so glad to be alive for this. Thank you with every fibre of my being. ❤️

(as tenna leaned down to give people high fives, one of them reached past tennas outstretched hand-- and poked a sticker on his casing. a strawberry red heart with a golden outline and a glittery finish. A ghostly giggle left the cloaked figure as the faintest outline of a purple toothy grin became visible in the darkness of their hood -- they seem satisfied with their work.)

[* Tenna stiffened for just a moment, seeming slightly alarmed—until he understood what they were doing. He looked down at his wrist, assessing the new addition to his casing with an expression of curiosity. A smile slowly spread across his face into a wide beam as he glanced back down at the ghostly guest. Maybe it wasn't obvious, considering he had no eyes—at least not in the traditional sense—but his gaze was meeting theirs. If he did have eyes, they'd almost certainly be twinkling with a youthful delight.]

[* He held his wrist up to the rest of the sea of fans, showing off the sticker proudly.]

Look at that, folks! Ain't that just dandy? I think it matches my style real swell! Brings out my eyes!!

[* Tenna laughed good-naturedly, holding his hand up against the side of his head in display, as if to actually compare the sticker with his non-existent eyes. The crowd whistled, whooped, and hooted with gusto!]

I'm LOVING the enthusiasm tonight, everybody!! Let's keep it going!

And as for you, my dear...

[* With a quick twirl, Tenna turned and pointed at the ghost in the crowd. He balled his gloved hand up for just a moment, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he was holding a healthy and vibrant yellow rose! He leaned down, presenting it to the hooded figure.]

For makin' an old CRT feel special.

[* There were oohs and ahhs from the surrounding crowd, a couple of woots and hollers to boot—along with a few envious glances!]

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CTS// I'm trying to get to everyone. Seems I'm getting sicker as the day chugs along and it's really sucking the energy out of me. Oh well, where can ya go, what can ya do? Things always get worse before they get better, or so I've heard. Thank you for your patience.

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More Tenna art cause I got inspired by a Tenna ask blog I came across :33

@checkthescript (hope you don’t mind the tag :3) I normally don’t interact with ask blogs much but I saw yours while looking at the Tenna tag and the writing was so good that it gave me this art idea 👀. So thank you for having amazing writing that it gave me motivation to draw :33.

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((No idea if I’ve sent this in yet))

[ * At the mention of co-hosting or starring in the show, the other Tenna’s exhaustion instantly washed away. His drooped antennae straightened up and you could have sworn he grew a few inches in height. ]

“Boy, WOULD I?? That’d be an HONOR!!”

[ * His cable tail wagged quickly behind him. ]

-@tvt1me

[* With an excited hop and click of his shoes together, Tenna grabbed onto the other's arm, pulling him along with him. He linked them together at the elbow, gesturing exuberantly as he spoke.]

AHAHA! Somehow I KNEW that would lift your spirits, old chum.

[* The CRT joked well-meaningly, his own tail swinging with beat of his machine heart.]

The crowd is going to LOVE you!! Best we not keep them waiting, right?

[* Tenna gestured with his hand, waving towards the stage door.]

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HUG YOUR TV!!!

hi tenna!! im a big fan of urs, can i get a hug? :D have a nice day!!

Yes you can!

In fact, everyone get up, walk over to your television set, and

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(hello, 🛠️ here, did my ask send? Did I do something wrong?)

CTS// I got your ask!! No, nothing is wrong, I'm just very sleepy today (I've been under the weather lately)—and there are now 100 asks in the box (WOW!!!) as of writing this! Your ask is part of the current main story, so I want to be able to "lock in" for it, as the kids are saying nowadays. Dust off the cobwebs from the ol' writing gears in the cranium. You never need to be worried about doing something wrong if it's taking me a minute to get to an ask; I'm just a bit of an inefficient entity.

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CTS// OH MY GOODNESS I SCREAMED OUT LOUD. This is ABSOLUTELY

The lighting, the perspective, goodness gracious everything about this is GORGEOUS!! I love how happy he looks and the way he's walking out there with such confidence. I'm absolutely honoured that my blog could inspire this piece!! 🤩

Thank you SO MUCH for tagging me!!!!

More Tenna art cause I got inspired by a Tenna ask blog I came across :33

@checkthescript (hope you don’t mind the tag :3) I normally don’t interact with ask blogs much but I saw yours while looking at the Tenna tag and the writing was so good that it gave me this art idea 👀. So thank you for having amazing writing that it gave me motivation to draw :33.

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(as tenna leaned down to give people high fives, one of them reached past tennas outstretched hand-- and poked a sticker on his casing. a strawberry red heart with a golden outline and a glittery finish. A ghostly giggle left the cloaked figure as the faintest outline of a purple toothy grin became visible in the darkness of their hood -- they seem satisfied with their work.)

[* Tenna stiffened for just a moment, seeming slightly alarmed—until he understood what they were doing. He looked down at his wrist, assessing the new addition to his casing with an expression of curiosity. A smile slowly spread across his face into a wide beam as he glanced back down at the ghostly guest. Maybe it wasn't obvious, considering he had no eyes—at least not in the traditional sense—but his gaze was meeting theirs. If he did have eyes, they'd almost certainly be twinkling with a youthful delight.]

[* He held his wrist up to the rest of the sea of fans, showing off the sticker proudly.]

Look at that, folks! Ain't that just dandy? I think it matches my style real swell! Brings out my eyes!!

[* Tenna laughed good-naturedly, holding his hand up against the side of his head in display, as if to actually compare the sticker with his non-existent eyes. The crowd whistled, whooped, and hooted with gusto!]

I'm LOVING the enthusiasm tonight, everybody!! Let's keep it going!

And as for you, my dear...

[* With a quick twirl, Tenna turned and pointed at the ghost in the crowd. He balled his gloved hand up for just a moment, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he was holding a healthy and vibrant yellow rose! He leaned down, presenting it to the hooded figure.]

For makin' an old CRT feel special.

[* There were oohs and ahhs from the surrounding crowd, a couple of woots and hollers to boot—along with a few envious glances!]

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CTS// Oh my goodness, this is absolutely brilliantly done! His expression is perfect. The poor little guy is shell-shocked... Goodness gracious, you even included the details of the cuts on his arms from the blast!!

I love how tall Friday is in comparison to him haha! His cuffs are very stylish. ✨ I like that detail, it helps set him apart from the rest of the shadowguys.

Absolutely INCREDIBLE artwork, my friend. Bravo! I think I'm going to make a place on my wall to start pinning up these sorts of things. I'll keep this and treasure it forever. ❤️

“It’s my fault, isn’t it…”

((Inspired by the extremely engaging, highly creative roleplay by @checkthescript! Your writing and characterization are phenomenal! ⭐️))

((A moment of silence for poor Pippins 38’s mental health.))

((-MOD))

Footnote: Friday wears cuff links! ✨

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[* Battat's wild grin widened.]

Good.

[* Battat gestured wildly with his hands as he began to speak. He was moving with the speed and twitch like he'd been electrocuted.]

[* Smells very strongly of coffee and sleep deprivation.]

I'm under the impression that Mister Tenna's going to have a big performance today, probably in celebration of the fact that he survived the first attempt on his life. If my calculations are correct-

[* Battat snapped around, pointing matter-of-factly.]

-and they ARE CORRECT—then they'll strike during that. Right when everything's going great. There'll be a BIGGER CROWD THAN USUAL, too; people are comin' outta the WOODWORK to see that Tenna's alright. I think that's the whole point, though—they're hopin' to kill him off right there in front of everybody, when Tenna's at his happiest. Sick individual.

[* The little man snorted with a snarl, looking disgusted. He turned back to Friday though, and his expression changed to one of deadly seriousness.]

They're going to blend in with the crowd. We won't be able to find 'em in time—meaning, we're going to actually wait for them to strike, and then we'll have to ACT.

Fast.

[* Battat tapped one of the bomb defusers strapped to him.]

I'll take care of this part. You-

[* He pointed at Friday.]

-You have to catch them.

pipe bomb

Good GROOVE-TASTIC morning to you too, Anon!!

... Wait, wha-

[* The last thing Tenna heard was a pippins screaming at the top of their lungs to get down.]

[* Tenna's screen is shattered. His chest and abdomen are blown open, his wires are scorched, his suit is wrecked. His body twitches in jerky movements, a horrifically static-filled glitching sound spurting out from him as he tries and fails to speak. Sparks fly from him; his circuits are frying from the heat of the explosion alongside his own adrenaline.]

[* The TV host is unresponsive on the floor, sprawled out like a hunk of scrap.]

[* Everyone rushes to help him. All three Mikes, Ramb, at least a dozen pippins. The furniture on this side of the Green Room is annihilated and there's a crater in the floor where Tenna lies, voice garbled and dying. It's unclear if he's attempting to speak, or if he's trying to scream in pain, fear, and confusion. Maybe it's all of the above.]

[* ... Off to a TV-tastic start.]

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*the usual smile is back! Everyone seems to be doing so much better...was really worried about Ramb during the night, but seeing him able to stand back up now fills me with such relief!..when suddenly Tenna bursts thu to the stage with the Engineer!!!!!!*

Mr. Tenna!!!!

*watching the announcement so intently! Cheering along with the crowd, Tenna's mood absolutely infectious, I may not exactly know who this Engineer is! But if they're Tenna's savior then they must be AWESOME!*

YaayyyYYY!!! WELCOME BACK TENNA!!!! THANK YOU ENGINEER!!!!

*I wave excitedly up at the stage at the both of them, basking in the excitement of the audience...and maybe trying to garnish a little attention from my favorite host...Even with everything still quite messy and destroyed, Seeing all the smiles and and hearing the cheers.. everything starts to feel normal again!*

Ahaha! Let me TELL YOU, folks!! IT IS SOOO GOOD TO BE BACK!!! Malfunctioning and keeling over at the drop of a hat is for newer models, am I right? Nothing like good old-fashioned RELIABLE classic TV!!

[* Tenna laughs boisterously, twirling the microphone cord. He chatters away and cracks jokes as he walks along the stage, upbeat and vibrant. His body language is confident, his strides purposeful, and his smile... genuine. He's soaking in the attention, periodically leaning down to high-five members of the front row in the audience, engaging with them eagerly.]

[* He was obviously right at home up there, and in his own special Tenna way, he seemed to make everyone else feel much the same, like they belonged right there with him. The admiration and love in the gaze of the crowd was genuine, filled with joyful twinkles and excitement—no matter who they were. It was clear that Tenna... meant something to them.]

[* Evidently, the thought of losing him forever had gotten to everyone.]

[* Tenna looked out across the sea of people, his heart hammering with the thrill of his rekindled passion for where he was—who he was. Everyone was having fun...]

[* ... And for the first time in a long time, that included him.]

[* His screen cut out once, twice, thrice, and then resumed business as usual, as if he'd been blinking his "eyes."]

(Just wanted to make sure... They'd still be there...)

[* He quickly acted to cover up the faint bittersweetness that came over him with that thought; he couldn't afford to lose the hype in this happy crowd.]

How's everyone doing tonight??

[* He put his hand up to the side of his head and leaned forward in a listening motion. Hundreds of voices all piped up at once, some shouting their love for Tenna, some answering the question, others spouting requests for him; it was a cacophony of sound and enthusiasm, ringing across the walls of the room and echoing throughout the whole studio. Who knows how long it'd been since the place had been this lively?]

[* Even so, as he filtered through the sound in his mind, one voice in particular stood out to him, calling a cheerful greeting to him. He scanned over the sea of faces, fur, horns, and claws until he spotted her. His grin immediately widened.]

[* A furry arm elbowed Angel.]

Looks like ya caught someone's attention, heheh.

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Notice About Roleplay In Asks

Howdy! Sorry about the number of OOC posts lately, but I do want to make something a little bit clearer.

When sending roleplay prompts, interactions, etc in asks or anywhere else, please do not attempt to control Tenna for me. I'm not going to go along with it and will probably delete the ask. Saying he's in a depressed deathspiral in the circumstances of an ask will not make it so, Mister La Forge; that's not the way it works here. Especially if you're trying to make him hurt himself or others.

Maybe I'm a bit to blame here because I haven't written this down anywhere in rules, but I figured it was just common courtesy. No ill will to the askers who have attempted to do this, but for your information, it's not fun. If you want to control a character, use your own.

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”Are you feeling any better..? My audience told me about what happened and.. I hope you’re feeling a little less glooby now.” [ * The other Tenna quietly laughs. He seemed exhausted. ]

-@tvt1me

[* Visibly vibrating with energy, Tenna leans towards the other with a grin.]

Sure am! I'm feelin' like a million points, pal!

... Buuut you're not lookin' so groovy, though—anything I can do for ya?

I, uh. Heard what you did, yesterday. Helping me out after the uh...

incident.

[* He cringed a bit, lacing his gloved fingers gingerly together.]

I have a show going on right now. Was going to ask if you wanted to be a guest star and cohost it with me, but... If you're not feeling up to it, I understand.

[* He fidgeted with the end of his sleeve, rubbing the toe of his shoe against the ground.]

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[* Having almost dozed off leaning on its mop, the janitor flinches at the sudden influx of noise and lights, flailing helplessly for a moment.] !?

�� M- Mr. Tenna? You’re okay! (Nearly gave me a heart attack…) - Janitor

[* Janitor is Y O I N K E D into the air by Tenna's big ol' gloved hand and held out in front of his screen. He grins at the exhausted worker, his bubbly energy seeming to be pouring out from his very being.]

Gooood morning, little Janitor! The Pippinses told me about you, too.

And you're coming with me.

[* With a spin and a snap of his fingers, they were on the stage. Tenna placed the Janitor gently down on his other side, opposite the Engineer. The crowd jumped and roared with delight!!]

And here we have our SECOND guest

of the day, folks!! Give it up for our new EMPLOYEE OF THE YEAR!!!

[* Tenna raised a hand high above his head in presentation, microphone gripped in the other. The audience went wild!! The fun-o-meter appeared to be in the red, vibrating as the ratings apparently went off the charts. The stage was being showered in flowers, of which there was obviously no shortage to the folks in the crowd.]

WHAT an EVENT!!! Just LOOK at those ratings, folks!! You hear those cheers, my shining stars? Those are for YOU!!!

[* The lights, the sounds, the sights, the smells—it was chaos, CHAOS!]

Before we present you with your INCREDIBLE PRIZES, do you have any words for the people at home today, Employee of the Year?

[* Tenna tilted his head at the Janitor as he held the microphone out to them. He looked positively ecstatic!!]

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Hello ! How does Tenna (and Mod) feel about art being given to him? I'd like to make a special something!

CTS// We both LOVE art and we WILL happy cry about it!! 🥹

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Hello funny nose tv man

[* Tenna somehow manages to hear your greeting over the chaotic noise of the stage room.]

[* He glances down at you with a grin and a wave, wiggling his fingers and mouthing "Hi there!" before returning to his performance.]

[* Seems the nickname didn't bother him.]