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I know this is a bit sudden, buuuuuuuuut...

I've been thinking a fair bit about the canned MSM tv show recently. For those not aware, Big Blue Bubble was originally planning to turn My Singing Monsters into an animated series. However, they've since canned it for... reasons? I dunno, I’ll never understand how BBB came to can this idea, but from the looks of it, this series looked like it would be very good. I even have a few thoughts dedicated to how this could work, if it ever get brought back from the dead. And that includes things like the personalities of the main characters, along with some juicy ideas for things like worldbuilding based on the games' surprisingly deep lore.

Pom Pom- A cheerful soul motivated by endless creativity. Her main goal in life is to create various musical masterpieces as a sort of maestro. A bit like Charlie from Hazbin Hotel, if you can see it.

Mammott- The lovable doofus of the trio. Loyal to his friends, Mammott isn’t the brightest bulb in the shed, but his heart is much larger. Can get into sticky situations due to his state of mind.

Furcorn- The straight-Mon of the trio. While he’s more than happy to support his friends, he serves as the voice of reason within the group, especially with things like Pom-Pom going in over her head, and Mammott’s child-like curiosity getting the better of him. Is also both sassy and blunt.

While the general tone of this show would be similar to the laidback and wacky tone of the original games, Those Singing Monsters could have its own sense of worldbuilding, and that could be reflected in the tones of its seasons. The plot of at least the first season revolves around Pom Pom and co going on all sorts of wacky adventures across the Monster World, singing songs and getting into all sorts of mischief along the way. An idea for an overarching plot could go into in a couple of ideas.

Idea A- The rediscovery of the lost element of Fire, and the attempts made to bring it and the Monsters belonging to that element back into The Monster World. Could also expand on and and show off an animated iteration of the events of the Dawn of Fire, the events that led to its end and the Fire monsters being forced into hiding, and how it’s affected The Monster World since.

Idea B- Admittingly, this could work more as the plot of a Season 2, but the story of the Celestials could work. How they came into existence, their history with the Colossals, the formation of Starhenge, and how the end of the Dawn of Fire led them to being dormant. Due to some sort of problem, Pom Pom and co. would go on some sort of grand, season-spanning adventure to find the Celestials, reawaken them, and bring all of them back together.

It's not entirely perfect, but an attempt was made. Heck, you could even throw in more aspects of the franchise's world into this show for more plots; Things like the Magicals, the Shugafam (Probably have Shugabush be voiced by Kristian Bush himself), the Ethereals and the Pocket Dimension, the Rare and Epic monsters, the Wubbox and the Wublins, The Colossingum, Mythical Island, and more would all help with the stories of this show.

And as much as it sucks that it's currently canceled, maybe, in some sort of strange sense, there's hope for TSM. The franchise has been getting more and more popular in recent years, so Big Blue Bubble could be made to realize the potential of a MSM show, and roll with it. And besides, Fandemonium wasn't the best way to go around with the concept of a My Singing Monsters show. As much as I can get behind it, they should've thought about it more.

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I T ‘ S H E R E

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Just read some of your circus au. Seems really promising! However, if you don’t mind me asking, what was the reasoning behind Koda’s decision to run a family circus? How did Koda come to that reasoning in the first place?

for one. She just needs something new to occupy her mind she has been a biologist. Occasionally. A lot of her peers seemed to have something that made them happy. Koda- let’s just say she’s been through a lot

So when it was time to brainstorm a new “career”Of course wublin island was an option. It was familiar, yet utterly unlike the "civilized" islands, it was ungoverned. This was its ultimate appeal. No rulers, no hierarchy, no ideas of what was possible or impossible. It was a blank canvas, a wild frontier where her ambitious, even outlandish, idea could take root and grow without external interference.

This wasn't a peaceful, predictable environment. It was a place of constant adaptation, problem-solving, and innovation. For Koda, this wasn't a deterrent; it was the ultimate draw. This is the demanding, all-consuming project her mind craved. The circus wouldn't just be an act; it would be a testament to resilience, resourcefulness, and the power of collaboration in the face of chaos. It would demand her full, unwavering attention, finally quieting the restless hum within.

 She also saw the potential. The Wublins themselves, once awakened, possessed intricate, often percussive or mechanical movements and sounds that could be integrated into truly unique acts. Their quirky personalities and distinct abilities offered an unprecedented roster of potential performers.

(my hands lmao I’m ok dw I’m used to it)

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A WIP that remasters this old version of the art

More under the cut

Now, originally, my fic was going to include this side character, a rare Pompom named Pinkledinkle (which I made up completely on the spot). At the time I didn’t have any idea what direction this story was gonna go, but I did know that I wanted a character that wasn’t supernatural. So, I just used the rare Pompom as a sort of placeholder for when I’d figure out the character and flesh them out later.

As you can see, I incorporated some of their design elements into the new revised character: Pomona, a rare Oaktopus, in the form of their spiky pigtails. I also wanted to put some more effort into the design of the skyship they were on, to, y’know, actually make it look like a skyship. (In case you didn’t know, a skyship is a kind of aerial vehicle from the MSM game). It was fun adding the little details of the wood and rendering it as the old version just looked like a diseased chocolate bar.

But enough rambling, just look at the new skyship. Look at the wood. I’m so proud of that wood.

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THE PARALLELS THE PARALLELS THEY BOTH BROUGHT STUFF TO LIFE THE PARALLELS I TELL YOU THE PARALLELS

⚡️Immortal Jolt⚡️

Last Hope, Lost Memories ⛈️

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I have made various edits on chapters of the MSM fic on @ritzroute because the previous things I have written on there may have been potentially offensive. I apologize for my irreverence.

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Reblogging this bc I’m gonna make a major change to the actual chapter soon

Chapter 2 of this fic I’m now calling “Mix Mediocre” at the time of writing this. Unfortunately, we still won’t be able to see the Wublins in action until later chapters, so I appreciate your patience!

Zerkett sat at their desk, hunched over a piece of parchment. Their flickering desk lamp was the one source of light illuminating their dark, desolate room. In their right hand gripped a worn-out and chewed pencil, and the parchment covered with messy sketches of their possible next invention. It’s not like they really wanted to do it anymore, but everyone was expecting one sometime soon. They were bored out of their mind.

Meanwhile, under cover of night, a Reebro in a lab coat hid amongst the bushes of Zerkett’s house. It was easily recognizable, a tall, metal structure big enough for a Wubbox with neon blue accents. Zerkett wasn’t really one to want to stand out too much these days, but their eccentricity was noticeable in their architecture. The Reebro tried to stay low, careful not to set off any alarms or motion sensors that they knew were in certain areas while they sneaked to Zerkett’s bedroom window, which was unfortunately on the first floor.

“Ohohohoh, yes….” the Reebro whispered giddily to themself as they slowly held up a camera to the window. They’ve done this multiple times before. Sure, Zerkett caught them a few times, but they couldn’t actually tell who it was because it was so dark outside. They eagerly pressed it against the glass and snapped a picture. However, to their horror, they forgot to turn the camera flash off. Zerkett’s eyes darted to their window, where they saw the illuminated face of a wide-eyed Reebro caught in the act for a split second.

“Shoot!” The creepy stalker muttered as they sprinted as far away as they could from the house.

Zerkett’s shock quickly tuned to fury. They were absolutely sick of this.

They picked up a device from the floor and stomped out of the house. It was a very powerful magnet gun they made a long time ago. They flipped the switch on the side and pointed it in the direction where they thought it ran off too. As the device powered on, a low hum radiated from the magnet. It progressively got louder, and the magnet got more powerful. Eventually the magnet garnered so much energy that it ripped a trumplite from the ground and nearly hit them in the face.

Zerkett caught their volume and quickly shut it off. They never actually got it patented, so they didn’t put much effort into working out the kinks. They really hoped no one was woken up by them.

“Hey Zerk, you good?” Pinkledinkle poked their head from the front door of their house, which was next to Zerkett’s.

“Oh my Gal, I am SO sorry for waking you up at this hour.”

“No worries, I’m usually up past midnight,” Pinkledinkle yawned. It looked like they were still tired. “The monsters in this neighborhood sure are heavy sleepers. They slept through an entire accidentally summoned ghost party, so I think you’re fine.” They walked over to Zerkett with a concerned look, now noticing how they were holding weird device with an uprooted trumplite on the ground. “Like, what even happened out here?”

“Ugh,” Zerkett leaned their back against the dark, metal wall of their house. “It’s that weird stalker, again. They keep taking pictures of me from my house!”

“Ew, that’s so disgusting.”

“I have told you before that I never knew who the monster was,”

“Yuh-huh.”

“But today I caught a glimpse of their face, and it was that Reebro who keeps pestering me for pictures of my orb for some reason!”

Pinkledinkle shook their head. “That is literally so low, mon.”

“I know,” Zerkett heaved a sigh. “I just too fed up with this kind of Toob-goo. Monsters don’t even act all that normal around me, anymore.” Zerkett stood up. “That’s it. I’m leaving Air Island.”

Pinkledinkle’s eyes widened. “Lea-leaving, yeah?”

“I just, I just need a place to be alone for a while. You know, take a break from monsters, from inventing, and relax and do my own thing.” Zerkett said.

PD thought about how life would be like without Zerkett living next to them. It’ll be lonely, for sure, but they reassured themself with the thought that they would make frequent phone calls, or simply move on. Phones were pretty new to the Monster World, though, and had a hefty price, but no big deal, right?

“I understand,” PD told them. “That might be difficult, however. Ever since that human-monster world internet project thing like around a month ago, the entire Monster World knows about you. It’ll be hard to find a place where no one really knows you yet, perhaps some parts of Bone Island, or maybe the Sea of G’reen…”

A blue Glowbe suddenly appeared over Zerkett’s head, then floated away. “I know! I’ll move to the bottom of the ocean!”

“Oh, Zerk,” PD placed a hand on their torso, which was about as high as their hand could go. Even when shrunken down, Zerkett still scaled at about seven feet. “Hate to break it to you, but that’s literally impossible.”

“No it isn’t,” Zerkett retorted. “All those G’joobs are able to hibernate at the Sea of G’reen, and that’s around essentially the bottom of the Living Ocean.”

“Yeah, ‘cause they have some sort of platform to rest on. I don’t think there’s any kind of pre-established land down there that’s in any way flat or comfortable, especially for someone your size.”

“Then I’ll just make my own island!” Zerkett rushed into their house to pack everything that belonged to them, in preparation for their move.

Pinkledinkle thought it was the sleep deprivation getting to them. They recognized their eccentricity from the day they met them at college. They did some strange stuff, like building a scream-powered machine that generates cookies, giving their house legs on multiple occasions, setting up a Home Alone-esque defense system in their dorm, and summoning the spirit of a dead millionaire to help pay off their student loans, but they would never think about moving to a different island.

Still, they thought, this may be the best course of action for Zerkett’s situation. They could really use a break, and maybe their passion for inventing will spark once more.

Zerkett then ran out of the house, with a giant suitcase trailing behind them.

“C’mon, I’m gonna rent a skyship.”

…..

Pinkledinkle stood at the steering wheel of the rickety skyship, listening to Zerkett’s directions.

“Just take a left and if you see Psychic island we’re close.” Zerkett instructed.

“Psychic island? That literally on the other side of the monster world. This is gonna take a couple days at least, and I didn’t bring much food.” They looked down at their single can of beans.

“That’s because this skyship isn’t going fast enough,” Zerkett said as they pulled out a rocket blaster from their suitcase. “This’ll shorten the trip by at least five days.” They attached the rocket blaster the back of the ship.

PD looked behind them. “What’s that—AAAHDHDHEJDGSJHWHUEUIWGSHSJWISAAQGHGQH—“

Both travelers held on for dear life as the skyship accelerated at speeds beyond monster comprehension. In just the span of two minutes, they were already at their destination.

The monsters were violently thrown to the back of the skyship like rag dolls in GMOD.

After about 20 minutes of stunned silence, Zerkett finally said, “That was even more faster than I expected. How are you not dead?” They turned to PD.

They shrugged weakly. “I ‘unno,” they whispered, quivering. “Plot armor, I guess.”

Zerkett saw that their ship was right in the middle of nowhere, just how they liked it.

“Well, I’m gonna jump into the ocean now.” They told PD. “Goodbye. I’m gonna miss you.”

“You’ll, you’ll still call me, ok?” PD asked them.

“Of course.”

“Right. I’ll just land the skyship onto the water so you can—“

“BYE MISS YAAAAAAAAAAAAA…” Zerkett had already jumped from the skyship, suitcase in hand, while it was 2,500 feet in the air.

“Oh! Uh, bye!” They rushed toward the side of the skyship to wave back to them. They would survive, they’re a Wubbox, they’re made of Steptanium, it’s totally fine, they thought.

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All I Want for X-mas is You!

bonus:

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TWWWPG tomorrow babyyyyyyy

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I’ve decided to shamelessly jump onto the Blipsune Squeaku bandwagon and draw it. Also featuring: Whajje-ne Teto!

This scene may or may not occur in a future fanfic chapter

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I made something digital for once. I am self absorbed.

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In that post, I have drawn characters from different msm aus in which I did not ask for permission to draw in the first place. Not just Matrix. I understand that everything on the internet is permanent. It was wrong of me to draw them without the creator’s permission. The posts are still taken down, but they can still be found on the internet. I am sorry. I do not wish to do something like this again.

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I apologize for drawing Matrix without your permission. The post is now deleted

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Sometimes I get scared because I wonder if the things I’m posting have offensive or inappropriate things in it that I’m not aware of.

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Wake up world, it's time to go

Spamtenna // 2.6k

SUMMARY

A few shots in, Tenna was feeling the pleasant buzz of alcohol flowing through his veins, going straight to his monitor. He slapped a hand on the small coffee table between them, laughing his head off at some hilarious anecdote of Spamton’s.

“I know! Insanity, really, what is the world coming to?!” Spamton snickered, before taking another puff of his cigar. As he exhaled, he continued to talk, gesturing with his hands in the air. “399? For that?! Some of these Addisons have no idea what they’re doing, I swear.”

Tenna shook his head, grinning, a pleasant flush dusting his monitor from the shots. “I don’t know a single Darkner who’d take that deal, let alone you.” Then, he paused, grin widening. “Well, actually, some of the Pippins…”

“HA!” Spamton chortled. “It wouldn’t surprise me."

“Ay, Mister Ant-Tenna! Want a new coat? Now in XXXL!” From the left.

“Mister Tenna, nice tie! Want to bulk out your collection for just 12.99?” From the right.

See, this was why he loved visiting Cyber City. That and, well, one other reason.

“Jeez, look at all these knockoffs. That’s hardly how you make a sale.” Spamton smiled brightly over at the Addisons, raising a hand off the wheel in greeting. “Sure am glad I’ve managed to rise from those ranks, ha!”

“Hey, don’t be too hard on them now, I’m sure they’re trying their best!” Tenna laughed as he leaned back against the leather seat, a bright grin adorning his face, and a pleasant fizzing in his head from all the attention.

Granted, Spamton’s Cungadero wasn’t exactly made, ahem, for his size, but they made it work. When you put the seat down and crouch across the two seats, it’s surprisingly comfortable.

“Oh, careful Ant- we’re reaching an overpass, wouldn’t want those pretty antennae of yours to get scratched.” Spamton said airily, eyes on the road, enjoying the feel of the sweet breeze across his face. “Y’know, do you ever think of shrinking down for these trips?”

Tenna coughed, feeling oddly flattered after that comment about his antennae. He lowered them down over his face as they drove through the underpass, grateful for the warning- maintenance was a pain as it was. “Well, I don’t know. I like to present a certain image when out in public, I suppose, and part of my image is the height.”

He paused, considering. “Wouldn’t want to… let the viewers down, if they saw me out in the city. Supposed to be ‘larger than life,’ right?” Tenna laughed again, lightly, hoping Spamton took the bait, because though the viewers were important to him, that wasn’t the actual reason.

Really, strangely enough, he enjoyed towering over Spamton the way he did. Or maybe it wasn’t that strange.

After all, Spamton was always so… so charismatic, so put-together, so perfectly charming, a natural leader. And he was so knowledgeable about technology, too, so ahead of the times- whilst Tenna still had no clue what an e-mail was.

Sometimes, the height almost felt like the only thing keeping things equal in their partnership, even though Tenna knew that wasn’t true. He frowned, adjusting his tie- what did he know, anyway.

Tenna brought plenty of things to the table, his popular show and highly capable studio for one. He should just try and brush off these feelings of insecurity, really, as he was one of the brightest stars in the city. People loved him!

Tenna’s bright smile returned as he was reminded of the fact, seeing Darkners point and gasp with their friends and cameras flash in their direction. Small groups clustered together, yelling out excitedly as they zoomed past.

“MISTER TENNA, I LOVE YOU!!!”

“MISTER TENNA, PLEASE SHOW THE HOLIDAY SPECIALS TONIGHT!”

“MISTER TENNA, IS IT TRUE THE WEATHERMAN AND WOMAN ARE DATING THE FAMED ORIGINAL         STARWALKER?”

Tenna resisted the urge to glare over in the direction of the last one, instead resorting to a tight smile. His crew’s social lives weren’t supposed to be accessible to the media- they were entitled to privacy, after all. He was going to have to have a firm word with the studio about that.

“Huh, you normally enjoy the attention. Something wrong with the crazed declarations of love tonight?” Spamton grinned over at him, with a tinge of genuine interest.

“No, just the dating rumour.” Tenna allowed himself to frown as they finally passed the last of them, furrowing his brows. “That’s not supposed to be information privy to the public, is all.”

“Ah, so it’s true then?” Spamton’s grin widened just a tick at the news. He didn’t give a rat’s ass about the gossip, obviously, but it was fun seeing how easy Tenna was to trick sometimes.

“Ha! You scoundrel. Not a word of that to the media, if you don’t mind.” Tenna sent him a conspiratorial smile, nudging him gently with his elbow. Partners in business and in crime, as it were.

Eventually, the automobile began to slow down, as Spamton pulled into a neon blue parking lot. “Now, you wouldn’t believe it from the outside, but this is one of the best bars in the city.”

“Hm? What do you mean?” Tenna queried as he carefully unfolded himself, straightening up and stepping off of the car. It creaked under his weight as he did so. “I think it looks quite nice. Modern, you know.”

It was humble, sure, but didn’t look sketchy, even if it was a bit hole-in-the-wall.

Spamton stared at him for a second, looking from him to the entrance, before he slowly began to snicker, heading up the stairs. “Ant, you’re a riot, you know that?”

Tenna followed Spamton through the door with a puzzled smile, stooping to not hit his head as he did so, straightening up once he was inside. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothin’, I just forget that your standards of Cyber City must be very different since you don’t come here that often. This bar is fine, sure, but it doesn’t exactly compare to the one in the centre made entirely of glittering windows, you know?” Spamton grinned ruefully, hands on his hips as he looked up at him.

“Oh, well.” Tenna paused. “That doesn’t sound very nice, anyway. All windows, no privacy.”

“You’ll love it here then, plenty of privacy. No better place to celebrate our recent success, right?” Spamton’s smile brightened at the reminder, gesturing for him to follow. The bar was pretty quiet, jazz music playing over the speakers, so they wouldn’t have trouble finding a spot at least. “Feel free to shrink down if you want to, by the way. No fans round here.”

The comment reminded Tenna of his thoughts from earlier. With a small sigh, he nodded to himself, shrinking down a foot or two. It would mean he wouldn’t have to worry about his antennae scraping the ceilings, after all.

“Thanks, Spamton, don’t mind if I do.” Tenna shrugged off his suit jacket, loosening his tie as he settled into an armchair. “I won’t have too much to drink though, likely- I can be a bit of a lightweight.” He delivered the last line in a jokingly hushed whisper, leaning forward in his chair, and Spamton let out a bark of a laugh.

“Oh jeez, get tipsy, black out, you’ve earned it! The others can rerun the specials tonight, you’ve earned a night or two off hosting, wouldn’t you say?” A grin played on Spamton’s lips as he pulled out his cigar, cutting off the cap before rooting around for something else in his pocket. “Hey, got a light?”

“Ah, sorry, I’m not much of a smoker.” Tenna said apologetically. Then, an idea occurred to him, and he leaned forward in his seat. “But wait, let me try something. You just have to warm the tobacco, right? Not burn it directly?”

Spamton nodded, holding out his cigar obligingly, watching with interest as Tenna’s antennae stretched forward, rubbed against eachother, and- zap! With a small, sustained electric buzz, his cigar began to glow red.

Spamton rotated it under the white-blue heat until the edges were evenly charred, letting out a sound of appreciation.

He then glanced up at Tenna, their heads close together now. “Thanks for that, partner. ‘Preciate it.” He said lowly, tilting his head to the side with a wolfish grin.

Spamton then took a gentle puff of the cigar, eyes briefly closing as he did so, and Tenna swallowed, unable to take his eyes off him.

Then, Tenna slowly drew away, back to his perch on the armchair, despite not really wanting to. How… odd. “Mm, yes, no problem.” He coughed.

Spamton then also drew back, exhaling smoke into the air, eyes low-lidded and still trained on Tenna. Then, after a brief pause, he smiled again, and the tension in the air seemed to ease as he hailed down the bartender.

Soon, a few shots had been delivered to their cozy spot in the corner.

Tenna loosened his tie some more, feeling a bit hot around the collar- ha! He hadn’t had anything to drink yet and he was already feeling tipsy, what a lightweight he must be. He voiced this to Spamton, who seemed to find it even funnier than he did, for some reason.

“Something in the air, perhaps, you know how it is…” Tenna hand-waved it with good-natured amusement and Spamton nodded along, with a knowing grin playing on his lips.

A few shots in, Tenna was feeling the pleasant buzz of alcohol flowing through his veins, going straight to his monitor. He slapped a hand on the small coffee table between them, laughing his head off at some hilarious anecdote of Spamton’s.

“I know! Insanity, really, what is the world coming to?!” Spamton snickered, before taking another puff of his cigar. As he exhaled, he continued to talk, gesturing with his hands in the air. “399? For that?! Some of these Addisons have no idea what they’re doing, I swear.”

Tenna shook his head, grinning, a pleasant flush dusting his monitor from the shots. “I don’t know a single Darkner who’d take that deal, let alone you.” Then, he paused, grin widening. “Well, actually, some of the Pippins…”

“HA!” Spamton chortled. “It wouldn’t surprise me. You know, that’s not even the most insane deal I’ve been offered, either.”

“Oh really?” Tenna’s eyebrows raised, interest caught.

“Really.” Spamton surveyed him with a grin, looking him up and down. “It’s crazy, but this big TV head guy asked me to collaborate with him once, you might have heard of him, his theme goes- Mr. Ant-Tenna’s… TV TIME!” He sang out the theme tune obnoxiously loud, and Tenna buried his head in his hands, laughing from pure embarrassment as he attempted to shush him.

“Oh, stop it, you. Everyone loves a jingle, but I do wonder if that one was a bit too much, sometimes.” Tenna snickered, swatting at Spamton’s shoulder, feeling free as a bird. Yeah, the alcohol was definitely in his system now.

“Nah, it’s perfect. Sometimes a ‘bit too much’ is what people wanna see, you know?” Spamton leaned forward in his chair, throwing back another shot with vigour. “Ah, man, that stuff is strong. Good, though.” He wiped the back of his mouth with his hand, letting out a pleasant sigh.

“Mmm...” Tenna swirled the shot around in his hand, wondering if he should really go full throttle, have fun and black out like Spamton suggested- but then, his core suddenly seized with pain, his whole body stiffening. His arm jolted, and the remainder of the shot spilled across the floor.

“Ah, shoot.” Spamton said ruefully, but Tenna was more focused on the problem going on inside him. It, agh, it was aching for some reason- had he overdone it on the alcohol? No way, he’d only head a drink or two, or maybe-

Oh no. Oh dear, he knew what was going on.

This was his busy schedule catching up to him, wasn’t it.

“Somethin’ wrong? Your, uh… monitor is glitching out a little there.” Spamton lifted the glass in his hand to point at his screen, and Tenna quickly got a hold of himself. His monitor returned to normal almost instantly- how embarrassing.

“Sorry…” Tenna winced, a hand squeezing at his mid-section like it would do anything. “It ahem, seems I’m a bit overdue on maintenance. Think I must’ve overlooked it, what with all the shows we’ve been doing lately.” He let out a slightly self-deprecating laugh.

Spamton’s eyes narrowed for a moment, as if considering something, before he smiled. “Huh. Do you normally, y’know, see a guy about it, or do it yourself?”

Tenna blinked, not expecting the question. “Oh! Uh, I suppose it depends… it’s, er…” He laughed awkwardly again, rubbing the back of his neck. “A bit of a sensitive area? So doing it myself can be difficult. It’s not all that complicated, though.”

“You don’t say.” Spamton’s eyes glinted, and he placed his empty glass on the table with a soft clink. “You know, Ant, I could help you out with it, if you’d like. You could say I’m… familiar with the CRT instruction manual.”

Tenna stiffened completely, hand frozen on the back of his neck. There was- there was no way Spamton was really suggesting that, was he? He must’ve misheard him.

“Hey, what’s with that look?” Spamton leaned forward in his chair, resting his head on his hand, smiling with satisfaction- like a cat with the cream, Tenna thought dazedly. “What’s a little maintenance between partners, right?”

“Right! Right, of course.” Tenna coughed, adjusting his tie. After a tense pause, he finally met his eyes, uncertainty colouring his tone. God, this was ridiculous, there was surely no way Spamton actually knew what he was offering, but...  the pleasant buzz of alcohol still warming his veins made that easy to ignore. “Spamton, you really don’t mind?”

Slowly, taking his sweet time to respond, Spamton took one last puff of his cigar. Tenna’s gaze couldn’t help but catch on the way his lips wrapped around it, and his eyes quickly flitted away, as he swallowed again.

Suddenly, he felt a hand grab him by the tie, pulling him in. His monitor whirled back around just in time to feel Spamton exhaling the hot smoke into his mouth, tasting like toasted sandalwood and freshly turned soil.

Tenna gaped at him as he sank back into his chair, heart pounding in his ears. His fingers came up to touch his lips, warmed from the smoke, and completely wordless.

“Oh, Ant. I’d like nothing more.” Spamton drawled, laying his finished cigar down on the ashtray, before grinning at him like he’d made his day. “Your place or mine?”

Tenna’s thoughts went haywire, monitor glitching out despite himself. “Um, well, that is…” He wet his lips, wondering if he could get away with bringing things back to the studio.  

“Relax, I’m just kidding.” Spamton laughed, and Tenna felt something wilt inside of him, antennae drooping.

“You… you were?”

“’Course.” Spamton said airily, hopping up from his seat. “We’ll just get a hotel, yeah? Nothing two successful business partners can’t afford.” He sent Tenna a wink- ha, he’d looked so disappointed for a second there.

Relieved, Tenna perked up instantly, a bright smile returning to his face. “Ah, yes, of course! Our recent success all but guarantees that, after all.”

He continued to bluster on as he pulled on his suit jacket, standing up from his seat. “Honestly, I don’t know what we’d do without you, Spamton! Your skill with e-mail has brought our show to so many new audiences, and we receive so much fan-mail from viewers now, too…”

“Yeah, yeah. You don’t have to lay it on so thick, Ant.” Spamton’s grin widened, enjoying the praise despite himself. He tossed a couple of bills on the table, before turning towards the door.  “Come on, let’s go blow this joint and find ourselves a nice hotel room, yeah?”

Tenna beamed in response, taking his offered arm and allowing himself to be led back out to the car, feeling excitement buzz through his veins.

He glanced down at Spamton, unable to believe he’d gotten so lucky- that smooth, pale skin, slicked back hair, dazzling smile… it was almost enough to ignore the thrumming ache still seizing his mid-section.

Soon, they were flying down the highway again, blue and white lights blurring by them as Spamton pushed the Cungadero’s engine to its limits. “’AY, SEE, THIS IS WHY I SELL THESE STARTING AT 299.50!” Spamton yelled over the wind, grinning at him from behind the wheel.

Tenna pulled his suit jacket around him for fear of it flying away, laughing. “I CAN SEE THAT!”

And so they drove into the night, the blazing lights of the Cyber City whirling and smudging around them like water being sucked down a drain.

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Pick ‘em up and put ‘em on a bar and deadlift ‘em

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Time of writing: 7/12/2025

Favorite Color: green, black, and purple

Currently Reading: the Gravity Falls Goldilocks fic by @ckret2. The characterization is SPOT ON

Last Song: pretty sure it was something by Ghost and Pals or Sakura Kiss

Last Film: Sonic 3. That movie was awesome

Sweet/Sour/Salty: aw geez, all of em are great in their own special ways. If I had to choose, though, it would probably be salty. We still gotta have a balance, too, y’know?

Coffee or Tea: tea, though I’ll only enjoy tea when it’s bitter, like green tea or matcha

Currently Working On: an MSM fanfiction called Bolt from the Blue that’s centered around the residents of Wublin island. Also trying to play the drums to Killing In The Name

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*grabs mic and clears throat* Thank you so much @jintaka-hane and @igiulss for tagging me! I love these things and I love you girls! ❤️

Favorite Colors: Black, purple, and red. I was a bit of a goth teen, and my favorite colors never really got to change 😎

Currently Reading: SMUT! *snort* I used to care a lot about what I read, trying to stick to 'good literature' and the classics and all, but I'm now at a stage of my life where I stoped giving a f*ck and now I read what the hell I feel like. Judgment be damned. So I'm going through the ACOTAR series, devouring them like a madwoman. I have Edgar Allan Poe's short stories giving me the stink eye from my nightstand, and I might use him as a palate cleanser after!

Last Song: Oh, I've been cranking the Imperfect soundtrack I created on Spotify to get me in the mood for the next chapter, and the last one that played was, curiously enough, Imperfect by Stone Sour. I can't get enough of Corey Taylor, that man is a God!

Last Film: I barely watch any TV. I read and write in my spare time, so the last movie I saw was in the movie theatre and I took my son, so we got to see the live action of Lilo & Stitch! I enjoyed it a lot! 🥰

Sweet/Salty/Sour: All of them???? I mean... I can't choose! I have a very sweet tooth, but I love sour things... and salty snacks? UGH! Why are you doing this to me??? Gun to the head: sweet!

Tea or Coffee: Coffee. 100% coffee. Expressos, please. Or how we call it here in Portugal: bica. Actually was discussing this with Giuls just yesterday. I need at least 4 of them on a daily basis. 😍

Working On: Too many things at the same time, actually 😆 I'm working on Imperfect, Kid's Meet-Cute and I'm also throwing a few paragraphs for chapter 2 of All of Yourself, as well as trying to plan and write a very challenging longfic for my main account with ships like: SaNami, LawBin, Ace&Vivi and ZoTash.

I'm going to tag *checks to see who hasn't been tagged yet* @physics-of-one-piece @laidenbreecatchall @isabeauwolf and anyone else who wants to jump in on the fun wagon!

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