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[jjwolves]

I LOVE READING YOUR YANDERE TENNA X READERRRRRR LIKE AAAAOOOUUUUUUUUUYYEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I'M GLAD YOU LIKE IT!!!

[jjwolves]

[jjwolves]

Whoaaa I wasn't expecting to see Mr Tenna content here!! I know this guy already has some vibes but may I ask some headcanons of him being yandere? If you don't mind

ROBOT MONSTER

What: Yandere Tenna X Reader Imagine

Who: Tenna from Deltarune (By Toby Fox)

How Much: ~1500 Words, ~7 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Toby Fox, Divider -> @icyporcelain

Warnings: Toxic Behavior, Kidnapping, General Yandere Shenanigans

Even from the start, Tenna knew that he wouldn't be able to let go of you even if it was good for him. He was thoroughly starstruck at having met someone who liked him, who valued him. And not as talent nor entertainment, no. But as a person. Someone who entertained and loved laughing and inciting laughter all the same, sure, but also someone who would stare into a cup of coffee and think, surely, that every minute on the clock was accounted for, every second of happiness paid for in advance through an inevitable dive into obscurity. A shoulder to cry on and someone who would talk to him like a person did wonders for his morale, and suddenly he found himself re-evaluating a lot of his priorities. He was always running from something, trying to extend his time just a little longer, trying to wring out a little more color for the big screens. But with you, wow! That's someone worth running towards! And so, Tenna's strange new fixation begins to slot itself into his regularly scheduled programming. He secretly hopes you didn't notice the flower his nose just sprouted as you walked past. (You did.)

Tenna works obsessively to make sure that TV World is more to your liking. Only gourmet TV dinners made with the best mysterious blue stuff may be given to you, and Pippins ought to open doors for you before you even get there. TV Time will have deranged, lengthy segments related to any interests Tenna has managed to get you to divulge. They're often drawn out to an unnatural degree that makes the other actors a little uncomfortable, which the show's host picks up on and makes sure to rant about once he's backstage. "Will you quit giving me that look? That look like, 'Oh Mr. Tenna, these topics are WEIRD!' Don't you think I do the research!? Kids and grown ups alike LOVE this kind of stuff! And if they don't, they don't have very good taste. People like that shouldn't be watchin' TV Time anyway!" Tenna thinks that if he can use his influence to make TV World a five-star experience for you, you'll want to stay, even if his lousy actors and employees get in the way with their objections, constant questioning and occasional accident. At one point, a Shadowguy forgot to put a warning sign down after mopping the floor. Not paying attention, you ended up slipping and your coffee went flying. You weren't too mad about it, since you weren't hurt or anything. Tenna, though? The next time you see him, his antennae are putting out signals as he angrily murmurs to the corner of the room he's facing, hands behind his back. "Don't you know how hard I'm working just to keep this all together?! Enough slip-ups, and, and..." You don't even make the connection the first time it happens. You definitely can't tell that the Shadowguy responsible has gone missing, either.

Whenever you spend some time with him, talking about TV or sketching bumper designs or gossiping about other Darkners, expect him to prod you for your opinions a little. "Hahaha! It's true, the Pippins came into TV World dressed for the job. Speaking of... What's your opinion on fashion? I mean, you can probably guess what I think of it. Fashion is half of your stage presence!" You might expect him to be unnerved by darker interests like horror, true crime or even occultism, but he's surprisingly unflinching when you reveal these to him, as you soon find out one night. "Sweetheart, I've run about a hundred horror flicks this past month. GHOSTS and BLOODSHED galore! TV makes you tough like that!" He looks contemplative as his antennae straighten like he has an idea. "Say, here's a Pop Quiz for you. No wrong answers, of course, but. Hmm... Do you like being scared?" Scared? Tenna throws his arms in the air to summon dramatic flair. "Frightened! Terrified! Jumping at bumps in the night!" Thinking on it, you decide that being scared can be kind of exciting in its own way. It's probably why movies for it even exist. As you answer him, you begin to realize just how tall he is compared to you. The dude's huge, even when he's sitting cross-legged on the floor of your apartment. Why hadn't you ever noticed that all the other times you two met? "I think I agree. Being scared is fun, in a way. Oh, that gives me an idea!" You perk up as he snaps his fingers and gets to his feet. Does he want to share the idea he had for the show, you wonder? But you quickly realize that might not be the case when his hands sharpen into claws and he gives a mischievous grin. "Oh, think of it as a monster movie marathon, but not for TV! Hahaha! Here I come!!!" No time to waste, you dart through the hallway as Tenna sprints after you. You're not scared, per se, but more surprised at how playful the host of TV Time is being. And if you're completely honest, it's a little unnerving having someone so large chase after you, but maybe it'll be alright to indulge in something childish like this once in a while.

You circle around the couch as Tenna tries to skid to a stop but falls over. Well, that's what he gets for starting this. Good an opportunity as any, you leap back over the couch to try to book it to the kitchen, but Tenna gets up quicker than you'd expect for someone his size and backs you into a corner. Your heart's racing, although whether it's from the closeness or the exercise, you're not sure. "So, did I do a good job? That was scary, right?" Hmm... You tell him that it was more unexpected than scary, but you appreciate the effort either way. His cardio was impressive. Tenna bashfully turns away and sighs, looking down. "...That's good. Sometimes it's hard to gauge what people really want, or even need, without them telling you. I didn't know if tag was what the doctor ordered, but. Ahem. You just looked so chaseable!" You joke that he guessed well. He should trust his intuition more! Even if it was surprising and weird, Tenna always seems to somehow know what you need at the time, be it word or action, and perhaps the stresses of life demanded the occasional game of tag. He probably shouldn't try that with anyone else if he doesn't want to get tazed, though. "Hahaha! All I'm hearing is free shock therapy!" Suddenly, Tenna lifts you up, and you're not sure if he realizes how patronizing other people might view this as. But if it's him, you suppose it's fine. "I'm really, really glad that we're so... On the same wavelength. PUN intended!" The smile which curves under his pointed nose seems to shift, and maybe it's the lighting, but it looks a little awkward. "But it really is hard, sometimes... Trying to make people happy. You make me feel like I'm an expert in the field!" A chuckle and confirmation manages to get a blush out of him, which helps reinvigorate his usual bravado. "Well, this expert has been trying to come up with answers to a very special Pop Quiz for a long time. Thank you for the kindly honesty which has given me the courage to take a stab at it!" You hear a click, blink, and before you know it, you're in a large gotchy-ball, Tenna staring up into your cage and giving an award-losing smile like he's either guilty or sick to his stomach. Maybe both.

This isn't funny. This isn't funny at all. You bang on the plastic walls of the sphere, decorated with your signature colors. You'd be flattered by more of Tenna's signature attention to detail if you weren't being held against your will. Panicking, you demand that Tenna let you out as he holds your prison in one of his hands. Tenna's smiling, but it's not happy. "I'm sorry, I really am! But even with all the work I'm doing, our runtime is getting low. You're always one foot out the door, and I need more time to make everything perfect! You can wait a while, can't you?" Wait, so, you're just supposed to stay in here?! For how long?! Tenna looks into the ball, seemingly remorseful as his screen drowns in interference. But he clearly made up his mind, offering a weak chuckle in his defense. "Look, look, I'm sorry, but I like you a lot. I've always really... Liked you. And if I let you leave your custom-made premium capture ball, you might make a big mistake. You might leave before I can... Show you my best. TV World's a bit of a FIXER-UPPER, I know, but you'll learn to like it even more once I'm done renovating it for you. And in the meantime, it won't even be that different if you think about it. We'll watch re-runs, hang out, we'll make it work! It doesn't have to be weird!" You slump back in your plastic prison as Tenna begins to carry you somewhere "safer". Being scared isn't fun anymore. You think you want to change the channel now.

A/N: For reference, look up the 1950's movie that this fic is named after. I thought it was fitting.

A/N: I hope it lives up to expectations

[jjwolves]

I do not AI WRITE, I do not AI DRAW, I do not listen to AI MUSIC and if it isn’t created by someone IT IS NOT ART.

[jjwolves]

2 things 🍀

1 the change you gave to the prompt I love it, what you did with it was better than the original 🍀

2 having considered all options I've came up with 3 answers 1st id probably try to take them both back to my home to limit any further arguments (or chaos that could happen) 2nd i just go and walk home on my own even if I am drunk 3rd but neither of those would work and I was forced to pick one I probably pick coral glasses then next time something like this happen I pick ena🍀

So hope you're satisfied with the answers (if you're not I'm sorry to disappoint you) LOVE your writing soo much might commission you one day when I get the money,have a good one 🍀

Sounds reasonable to me. As an antisocial person this would kill me I think, so I’d just book it home lmao. I wouldn’t pick up on the signs they give me either, I’d just be like “wow they don’t like eachother”.

I’m very thankful that you and others like my writings! And yes commissions are always possible, which is actually why having a smaller group of people that like your stuff is better. I don’t have to stress about overlapping tasks at hand so much.

Take care cloveranon. :o) More fics soon… As for the next one, though…

Hint: I LOVE TV!

[jjwolves]

i spent an hour on this taski maiden, for nuffink. no views i bet...

[jjwolves]

Hmm, I spot another master writer in the beginning of their making. If you would be ever so kind to offer a fic of Coral glasses and ena "fighting" for the readers attention I would be most appreciative for it.

(Maybe they make it a competition between them selves (I'm just tossing ideas if you can't think of any) other than that my your month prove bountiful🍀)

NOMINICATION

What: Imagine Where ENA the Worker and Coral Glasses Fight Over You

Who: ENA the Worker and Coral Glasses from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~1300 Words, ~7 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: Jealousy, Toxic Behavior

Maybe all the paperwork that Froggy managed to shovel onto you kept you busy enough that it wasn't noticeable, but you've started to suspect that in addition to the weird job of questionable pay you've stumbled into, you've also unknowingly entered an invisible war. The combatants? Your two odd coworkers. Over what, you're not sure, but your first guess is that they're both gunning for promotions and are something like corporate rivals. Any time one of them stops to talk with you, the other is quick to appear and hijack the conversation--ENA with pure volume and endless elaboration, and Coral Glasses with awkward interjections that she doesn't think all the way through beforehand. It all certainly puts you in an unsteady position.

Your circumstance is best encapsulated in an event which occurred a few clock cycles ago: With the Hub's casino lease running out, your task was to sign the renewal forms and note down which visitors to the island were next in line to be turned into the casino's next devourers of hope, and which of said machines would be forgiven and free to go. It was a whole process which, in addition to signing, needed copying and collating. This was a job for Coral Glasses' magic printer-head if there ever was one, so you faxed it to her. What you weren't expecting was for the nervous businesswoman to call you right after. An issue with the request, maybe? "Hey. I--uh, wanted to know if you could swing by soon to make sure that everything gets printed correctly? I recently downloaded a new driver, and, uh... It might be good to have someone besides myself making sure that nothing goes wrong with the printjob." You decided to acquiesce to Coral Glasses' request and went to her cubicle, but ENA was just outside and quick to launch into conversation.

"The recent jobs outside have been most lucrative. You know, out there in 'The Field'. I really pulled up my bootstraps these past few business days and embodied the ideal of success. Entrepreneurship, good associate!" You nod along to her smooth, corporate verbiage, but not out of mere politeness. You know that ENA is a really hard worker because she's the one leaving company grounds to sell and "scout for divinity", and you say as much, telling her that you kind of wish you could leave your stuffy cubicle next to the blood lake and join her sometime. You've been working in the Qwostern Block for a little while now and you've yet to really stretch your legs. ENA summons jaded confidence for a moment, but it has a softer edge than the sharp attitude you're used to. She idly looks her mitten-hand over as if she had fingernails that she could inspect. "You can't handle real work like what I do! But, uh... You and me out doin' jobs together, huh? I wouldn't be too upset if management had you shadow me for a little, I guess. Just don't cut in on my payday!" Contemplating the idea and saying that she'd probably be a good mentor earns a jagged smile from her. Coral Glasses, still printing the forms, suddenly decides to stop being a piece of furniture that ENA can casually lean on while chatting you up. "I-impossible!" Seemingly rousing to life and clutching the newly-printed forms, Coral Glasses slips away from ENA, who stumbles for a moment, trying to regain balance. The living fax machine, meanwhile, tries to regain a different kind of poise. Blushing and sweating, Coral Glasses awkwardly hands you the forms and attempts to steer away from her outburst. "B-by which I mean... I couldn't see that being possible. I mean, you're really better suited to, uh... More clerical work. Ahem. It just makes sense that we'd work on the same... Level. No need to really go through the Doors, you know?" You give her a forgiving smile. Her reef's red rings pulse quicker as she glances to ENA, whose eyes narrow dangerously. Gulp. The sky is charged with conflict. Little jolts of electricity pulse between the clouds in geometric patterns, occasionally shocking an overseeing eyeball. Which could mean nothing.

"Are you, too, working your way to experiencing the smooth taste of inebriation?" ENA smiles at you expectantly, arms tucked behind her back. Is she curious? Conspiring? It's impossible to tell with shady people like her. Scratching your head, you ask her what she even means by that. She raises a bemused eyebrow as if her question was clear, but humors you anyway, speaking slowly and straightforwardly. "Are you leaving for drinks with our esteemed coworkers this fine night?" Oh, well yes, you are. Especially if Froggy's paying. ENA taps a finger on her chin as she slinks closer to your side, matching your pace. "I see. Well, if you'll be going, I hope you don't mind my accompanying you." You definitely don't mind. Regardless of what others say, ENA is good company. Suddenly, almost as if in response to your thought, the antenna on your communion block lets out a short chiptune ditty. Someone's calling you. You politely gesture to ENA that you're taking a call. Upon answering, you realize that Coral Glasses is on the other end. "Hey, I uh... I just left work and was thinking of joining up with the others near the casino. Drown my sorrows, I guess. Will I see you there?" Yep, you're on your way right now. "Great! I mean, uh, that'll be fun. O-okay. Be seeing you. In person." Click.

"I-is it OK if I lean on you?" Uh, sure, you say. Coral Glasses shifts in order to better let you help support her weight while ENA glowers at her coworker's neediness. It's late, now, as you guide your drunken coworker to the coast through gateways which bare resemblance to yawning dragons and late-night city streets which glimmer with strange glowing bugs you've never seen before. You shake a fluorescent violet beetle off of your pantleg as you walk. It was a night of true drunkenness crammed to maximum capacity with noise and color, and you were feeling rather drained after being in such a small bar with so many spirits of chaos cajoling and screaming, regardless of sobriety. Either way, it was only right to escort a tipsy coworker home, even if she seemingly claimed to be more drunk than she was. Maybe she was scared of bugs. The most puzzling part was why ENA stuck around to help despite being just as drunk, supposedly. "Hey, four-eyes. I don't think our benefactor appreciates you sweating all over them. Why don't you skip on home by yourself and drop the act?" You scold ENA for her rudeness while Coral Glasses sputters in embarrassment and turns her nose up indignantly, suddenly clinging tighter to your arm. "I-I'm sorry, I just get nervous. You're free to leave if it makes you uncomfortable. U-unlike you, I'm a good listener. If you were, you'd know that they don't like... Loudmouths! There, I said it." You try to put the fire out before it's an inferno but it seems Coral Glasses' comment pours gasoline on... whatever is going on. ENA's flat mouth gapes in outrage, suddenly seizing your free arm. "Just shut up! They think I'm 'good company', they told me so! Besides, they're gonna go on Jobs with me! Yep! They didn't choose you! Volume aside, I don't think jealous BITCHES are their type! Sure as hell don't want to be working with one, that much is clear!" Coral Glasses lets out a groan of frustration as she tries to push ENA off of you with her leg as if the salesthing some sort of pest, but the polygonal girl holds on tighter in response. Soon your two coworkers are scowling as they both try to win a game of tug-of-war with you as the rope. You're starting to get the feeling that you're the most drunk out of the three of you, but now's probably not a good time to ask for a walk home in the opposite direction.

A/N: Thank you for your kind words! May your month be bountiful as well.

A/N: I know that this prompt implies something a bit more friendly, but it's rare that I get to write these characters as, well... Completely pissed off at something. Especially Coral, who's fairly passive and unsure of everything as we know.

A/N: If you read this... Tell me. Which one are you going to pick, because I'm picking ENA personally.

[jjwolves]

Heya I'm checking in on you how you been lately?🍀

I've been alright, just been white knuckling the steering wheel that is the life/future that I've planned for myself. Thanks for asking, cloveranon. /g

ENA fanfic hasn't been as high of a priority as of late since a shift of focus is sometimes necessary to make sure that real life stuff doesn't spiral out of control in the meantime. I am a slow writer and prioritizing that over the work I've had to do recently would be a recipe for disaster. However...

I sense a time is approaching, where I'll be a little safer to get lost in reverie again. By which I mean ENA fanfic. Despite everything I've said here, I think that some new fics/imagines/whatever-you-want-to-call-thems should be coming out soon... And as always, reqs are open so shoot your shot and I'll eventually probably work my way to them.

[jjwolves]

I had the idea of drawing Webseries ENA with a "Hungover" form like BBQ ENA has

So I present to you, a miserable beast.

[jjwolves]

Quick before bed thing i did last night

Ref under cut

[jjwolves]

ive been ena dream bbq pilled lately so i made myself an oc for it too... [for now maybe her name is "goldie"]

[jjwolves]

ref for the first drawing ⬇️ couldnt do it justice i got too lazy

[jjwolves]

👀 making this an official request.

Oops! A baby duckling imprints on an ENA character of your choice. Follows them everywhere, starts learning behaviors from them, and won’t leave. 🦆

MICRO-MANAGER

What: Imagine About Coral Glasses and a Duckling

Who: Coral Glasses from ENA Dream BBQ (By Joel G)

How Much: ~800 Words, ~3-4 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G

Warnings: None

Sweating, which is normal for those who remain unsure of their current path and possess the tissues required to do so, Coral Glasses felt the pulsating rings on her reef slow even further towards stillness, regardless of the mindful steps she took across the estuary. Esoteric glass geometry magically formed in translucent, shimmering layers over the wild brine, carefully matching each of its visitor's steps to form an intricate bridge. Not that the convenience was appreciated nor acknowledged by Coral Glasses, who was too busy feeling a sick with nerves knowing that there wasn't a Door nearby. It didn't matter how long she looked; if her coral wasn't pulsing, it wasn't here. How was she going to help inaugurate a new Genie if there wasn't even a Door for them? Another impossible job, yet again... It was days like these that she wondered what it was all even for. Another path met with a dead end, and for what? Money which she couldn't spend? Respect which was out of reach? Maybe it was just a direction to walk in. She still had some time before she had to return to the Hub before Froggy called, so maybe she'd just walk.

Walks were good for the nerves. Coral Glasses wasn't a nerve being, though, so she wasn't sure what good it'd do for her. It was just something to do, something to get lost in. Did she feel guilty for skipping out on more impossible work? Maybe a little. Most of her walk was dominated with curiosity, though. What was supposed to be a serene pico-vacation was suddenly an investigation; but as for who was doing the investigating, it was hard to say. Something was often padding close behind her, and when she'd turn around, there'd be nothing there. Well, it wouldn't be her problem for long. It was about time she got back anyways. Nervously running a hand through her greasy hair, she subtly begins to walk with a little more speed. Hopefully whatever invisible creature which was following close behind her would lose interest if she didn't look at it. This hope, however, was quickly dashed when the entrepreneur had reached the Hub and could still hear it behind her. Steeling her nerve, she whipped around to face her stalker. But instead of some sort of bizarre entity hunting her down, her gaze fell upon a baby duck. It quacked in response to her stare, wavering around limply, and it was at that moment that Coral Glasses realized that she was being followed by some sort of paper duckling this entire time. How was she going to explain this to her coworkers?

Coral Glasses tried to shoo it away, she really did. But it stuck to her like a curse, and anything sticking close to her was bound to get dragged through work. She found it a tad annoying, a tad irritating. "Shoo! Please, this isn't the place for you. You're not old enough to work a dead end job yet. Don't be like me." Still, despite her warnings, it followed her all the same along her winding path. Froggy was the first to say anything. "Agh! Get that thing out of here; it's not even in an hourglass like a domesticated animal should be! Ducks eat frogs, you know," Froggy cried. But Coral Glasses couldn't find it in her to care for her higher-up's irrational fears; she was getting a fax, which she swiped from the top of her head to examine. And then she heard a whirring much like her own. To her amazement, the duckling began printing, too! It was random, unrelated gibberish, but it was still impressive. And maybe a tad flattering, too. "Huh. Maybe we have a position for you, after all..."

"Incredibly stylish for formal wear," ENA's crimson side commented, as if the sight was the most normal thing in the world. Maybe it was. It was hard to tell sometimes. Either way, the origami duckling sitting on top of Coral Glasses' head, plucking printed papers and automatically hopping off to sort them was, at the very least, not formal. "I wasn't aware it was wear your children to work day." Coral Glasses watched the duckling scurry around and huffed, "He's a busybody, a lot like me in that way. I don't think he knows where he's going." The two workers observed as the duckling rapidly switched its attention between the two folders it had to sort the papers into. "I don't either, I don't think. Maybe that's why he followed me, of all people." Coral Glasses seemed to ruminate deeply on this before being shaken out of it by the duckling's sudden shift in behavior, quickly darting into an open drawer and hiding. That's when she heard a familiar voice: "I'M B4CK FROM BEIN QUIET. IM HERE FOR PROMOTION, BABEH!1" ENA looked to Coral Glasses to gauge her reaction, but the entrepreneur already slipped behind a closing closet door. As strange a pair as they were, both the duckling and Coral Glasses could agree on one thing: loud people are seriously irritating.

A/N: I like the idea that Coral Glasses' coral can kind of pulse to "sense" nearby Doors. It'd tie in to her whole role as the one who helps inaugurates genies and stuff.

[jjwolves]

Do you got any other favorite characters other than Taski or is she the only one (including characters not from the ena universe)

I mean, I like all of them... If I had to pick absolute favorites, I'd probably go with Taski Maiden and Web Series ENA. Strange rambunctious women which look like no other characters before them for the win! And they're both kinda creepy-cute.

I can tell you my least favorite! Moony. I mean, I like her design and it's fun to write for her, but... She's so mean to ENA even though she's her best friend. I dunno, they live in a crazy abstract world, maybe friendships don't work the same way? It just rubs me wrong.

[jjwolves]

[you have spawned at: ♥PEACE♥]

[jjwolves]

[jjwolves]

Could you write something about Task Maiden getting jealous at the reader I think It would be soo cute 🥺

Whoops here you go