IT KIT TIME

Tenna ficlets/headcanons:

Valentine's Day

eepy

Ad-libbing the Skit

Squeesh

Null ficlets/headcanons:

Valentine's Day

Don't Leave Me

Kitty!

Bloom

Licc ⚠️Deltaruined⚠️

Stress Relief

Maus!

Tease ☆ Flirt ☆ Break ☆ Behind the Scenes

Tailcoat ☆ Try It On

Conspiracy

Busted!

One ☆ Two

Harness

Joint ficlets/headcanons:

Touch-starved

Antenna

Plush, Plush

Cleaved

Feelings

Gacha gacha boom!

Short-form Video

Sick Time

Injury

Pride!

Triangle ❗️minorly suggestive❗️

Rejection?

QPR

smol ⚠️Deltaruined for Null⚠️

Blackout!

Named character ficlets:

Hide and Seek arcadekarpett's yume of Null and K

Tortall stuff (note that these are untitled, but under the writing tag):

Kel is culturally Yamani

What did Joren do?

Wyldon admits to messing up

Large, dark, one antenna slightly bent, with two semicircles between them. It won't be able to read digital signals, but you want to use it for old video games anyway. You take it in, despite one friend insisting that it's cursed, and to get rid of it instead.

It's fine at first, perfect for your gaming plans. Sure, there's a diagonal scratch marring the screen, and sometimes it briefly loses signal, but you don't mind a bit of temper. An old TV is going to have quirks.

Your worried friend finds a series of stories involving a similar TV, with each person ending up dead in strange and contorted ways. You brush them off as creepypasta, stories for horror.

Then, somehow, the TV starts picking up channels. Randomly, rarely, but you write it off as someone playing with analog signals and its antennae are strong enough to pick them up. Old show fragments. Silly cartoon bites. A black and white spiral. You don't pay attention to the fragments being of someone claiming another. You don't realize the cartoon bits are all incredibly violent. You forget the spiral.

Your mind slowly starts fogging. You tell your friends that you're getting sick, and won't be able to join them. You get condolences, at first. Then concern, especially from the friends who don't like your TV. Finally, worry, as you stop checking your phone entirely.

You don't remember work. You don't remember taking care of yourself. All you remember is watching the old CRT, sometimes playing games, sometimes channel surfing to see what fragments pop up. The spiral appears more often.

Your dreams get strange. A studio, large, dark, imposing. Staff members that take one look at you and fade away. At first, you get scared in your dreams, try to escape. The tall man in a dark suit, with your TV for his head, he flips to the spirals and your desire to leave melts away.

A friend is at your door, worried about you. It's been a long time since you checked in with them. You tell your friend that you're still feeling poorly, but you'll be fine soon. The friend believes you, and leaves.

The next friend barges in and drags you out. You develop shivers, and the friend quickly takes you back home.

The third friend is the paranoid one. They unplug the TV, try and force you out as well. You two get into a fight, you don't remember why. You don't remember plugging the CRT back in.

In your dreams, things become less dreamlike and more real. The large man uses the spirals to keep you docile. You can feel his hands on your arms, puppeting you through a dance. You can smell, faintly, the cigars he smokes.

Your sense of which is reality and which is dream blurs. The studio feels more real by the hour, while home and your friends feel more like a dream. Your resistance becomes rare, and faint. The spiral keeps you calm, your mind a fog.

The spiral fogging your brain releases you when you're curled up in his bed, with him next to you, one hand protectively over you. Or perhaps keeping you in place. You realize then, too late, that your one friend was right. You're trapped now, with no way of getting home.

He claims you as his in as many ways as you willingly let him the first night your mind is clear. Slowly, he claims you as his in more ways, as you give up entirely on being anything but his puppet, his toy, his doll. He no longer needs the spiral to control you, you go to him yourself.

You forget what's willing and what is not. It all becomes the same to you.

Your friends attempt an intervention, only to find you missing. Your home is empty, everything clearly sold off at some point, except for the TV. It sits in the middle of what had been your living space, untouched. You are nowhere to be found. Your name and appearance gets added to the list involving people and the connecting television.

•Tenna doesn't see your body size as a concern, after all, a bigger person has more to hug (and squish, and squeeze, and ass, and-)

•he will be worried if you're insecure about your body in any way, reassuring you that he loves you, not some hypothetical you that doesn't exist hypothetical skinny you doesn't have as nice an ass you have now

•he can still easily pick you up and carry you around, no matter your size, weight, anything. after all, he's still a lot larger and stronger than you will ever be

•now, if you're large and solid muscle, and you're okay with it, the two of you can have fun with feats of strength. you still won't be able to pick him up, though. my oldest sister was 180 pounds of solid muscle back in high school and I have a niece now who is definitely going to have the same build (we say she's built like a tank), so I know you can be chubby and 💪stronk💪

•seriously, he will have you show off on-stage as long as you're okay and willing to do so, and have games and such catered to your strengths

•not built like that? he will still make the games you play work to your strengths

•if you're trying to lose weight and/or change it to muscle and you allow it, Tenna will alter his games to aid your goals

•having a bad day about being big and a bunch of insults toward yourself? not on his watch! Tenna will counter every single thing you hate about yourself with a reason why he likes whatever you just listed, plus one other aspect of you that he likes mostly your ass

•seriously, he loves you, big or small, and he will make sure you know this

•for him, the biggest thing is your ass that you're happy and healthy. he'll be very glooby if you go on fad "diets" that ultimately don't do shit

•he will find role models for you who are your size. he can and will include himself if you have the headcanon that he's chubby and so even more huggable too

•just be aware that if you're ticklish and having a low mood over your weight and words don't work, he has pleeeeeeenty of you to work with

•if you're chubby and somehow have no ass genetics get weird, y'know?, he will still find a way to obsess over it, as he is dumb of/for ass, especially the one attached to you

•found an outfit you'd love to wear but it doesn't come in your size? Tenna will get them made to fit you, and then coo over how well you look in the outfit. no more granny patterns or massive amounts of clothes hunting for you!