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@mewsnfrills said: Seafoam would also not be immune to his charisma & @tennatvly confessed: Tenna Wants to be a hater bc that's His Spotlight but he'd fall so fast if Flowery turned the charm on him. 🙄
then, it's only fair to draw his fanclub, too 🙂↕️🖤
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❝ hello there, dear. ❞ she greets tenna with a small, sheepish wave. for some inexplicable reason, tockette feels strangely anxious around him, even if the question she wants to pose is an innocent one. it's the sort of nervousness that would tighten one's chest or send butterflies fluttering through one's stomach … if only her wooden body were capable of either.
❝ you know, i heard they're playing a movie tonight. ❞ a beat. ❝ there's a train in it ! ❞ she adds brightly, but her smile is quick to falter as the rest of the plot comes back to her. ❝ ... and a murder. that is far less nice. either way, i think i'd like to watch it with you … if you'd care to join me ? ❞
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Bless his heart for trying to learn basic emoticons through text.
"Things have been quite busy, especially at this time of year. It's been keeping me on my toes! We decided to only be open for a few hours today; business doesn't stop even on the holidays." There's an awkward laugh, it was like this even in Cyber City. Addisons still have to advertise; including holidays like Christmas.
"Whatever you have planned Mr. Tenna, I'm sure it'll be entertaining!"
💋 Brbrbrbbrbr @tennatvly <3
He knew the song and dance by this point. Tenna would go live on a late-night segment, wear something slightly more revealing, and make the esteemed archaeology professor flustered from his seat in the audience. Tenna could make any excuse he wanted to, such as saying it was to set the mood, or to catch the eyes of his viewers (excluding Layton himself from this equation). While those could've been true, there was still the truth that Tenna wanted to make himself stand out just for him. Fortunately for him, he succeeded in everything he wanted to do. Layton's foot tapped against the floor of Tenna's office, sitting patiently on the sofa there as he waited for the television host to round his way from his dressing room and pick him up to take him back home. The professor had his arms crossed, not in any sort of negativity or something to that extent. He was simply thinking, and by thinking he meant replaying some scenes of Tenna as he was tonight. He'd made it pretty well known that he found the host attractive in any way he presented himself, but tonight... wow. That's all he could rationalize; just, wow. The sound of the doorknob clicking and turning made the professor's eyes widen. As soon as the door closed, Layton stood and approached Tenna.
"Hello, my love," Layton began, his tone rich and sweet like honey. His eyes fluttered cutely as he let out a warm chuckle. The smile on his face began to curl into a small smirk. "I see you were trying to catch my attention now, weren't you? You already always have it, Tenna, or did you want to show me something special with your performance tonight?" There was nothing out of the ordinary about it outside of Tenna's choice of dress, but the semantics didn't matter now. "Let me sing you your praises, darling." At the moment he didn't plan on whispering to him sweet nothings. Instead, he had kisses in mind. He hoped Tenna didn't mind as he picked up one of his hands and brought it to his lips. He kissed his palm, then his knuckles, and then slowly began trailing his lips all over the host's arm. Each kiss was soft, yet passionate in their delivery. A kiss to his shoulder, then to the side of his neck, and then he pulled away. The professor watched all the ways Tenna's face changed due to the surge of emotions running through him. Layton hummed and closed his eyes, bringing himself to press his lips against his screen. This was the longest of them all, and he only pulled away when he needed to breathe. Layton chuckled bashfully, his cheeks all red and his index fingertips pressing against each other. "We best be getting home now, hmm?"
@tennatvly asked: 😊 😍 😁 😆 💚 💙 🤎 + literally never fails to make me laugh when Alastor shows up to say that Tenna's not allowed to fuck. <3
THAT'S HIS TELEVI(SON)!
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"My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught." From @tennatvly
Today was and wasn't one of great importance. Professor Hershel Layton stood in the center of the lecture hall, but not to teach a class. No, instead he was here to present an artifact that'd been discovered by the excavation team he'd been leading that summer. It was something that couldn't be deciphered by his own expertise alone, and even if it had been, it wouldn't bode well to keep this piece hidden. What sort of academic would that make him? Layton was surprised to have a bigger turnout than he anticipated. While most of those present in the hall were fellow academics and archaeologists, some were public people who also had a desire to see this relic. Or, was that really their reasoning? It was surely possible that the efforts of a certain someone had elevated his popularity. Whether or not that brought interest to the discipline or himself was anyone's guess. He decided to snuff out any and all thoughts on it to carry out with the presentation. Beady, black eyes would eventually land themselves face-to-face with that one special someone, after his appearance in the lecture hall had caused some whispers amongst the crowd. Layton couldn't contain the split-second blush that flashed on his features. Last he knew, his husband was all the way in Hollywood. Did he come all this way to see him show off this distinctive finding? What kind of question was that? Of course he did.
"I myself and my team have the right to assume that this stone signature is Azran in origin. The markings shown here are reminiscent to the ones engraved within the Nautilus Chamber of Akbadain. However, this can merely be coincidental, due to the vague nature of those engravings, alongside how they were found in two entirely different regions. We still consider this yet, as the Azran's reach, as we now know, was worldwide." The professor had been focusing his head around the entire room, but for some reason, Tenna's gaze on him had suddenly became more... inviting. Encouraging, almost. He couldn't take his eyes off of him as he continued speaking. "There is still plenty to learn from our site parameters, however. Our next course of action, once we are able to investigate the site further, is to pay especially close attention to the earth itself. I for one believe that radiometric dating will assist in answering this discrepancy." Layton wasn't really speaking to Tenna specifically, but he ever-so wanted him to learn alongside him more than anyone else in the room. He smiled up at him to signify that.
"you're just jealous of me!" from @tennatvly
Well if this wasn't cute. There were multiple angles of this that Descole found adorable. He'd been there at the forefront of all his schemes, practically knows all his tricks, and yet he feels self-conscious enough to spit something so pathetic his way? If it had been anyone else, the thespian would've scoffed and walked away. Due to his affinity with Layton, however, Descole felt he had a need to acknowledge it. Jealous? Of Tenna? That alone got a vicious laugh out of her. It was a dragged out thing, her body trembling due to her laughter as her head shook. This fool couldn't even tell the difference between her and the real Angela! What would've he done had Layton not been there to put two and two together? Descole didn't need anyone, while this top of the line director supposedly needed his hand held at most every angle. It was priceless.
"You charm me Anteros, really, you do," they finally replied after settling down from their laughing fit. "To have someone as renowned as yourself, thinking of me so often that you continuously compare yourself to me? I can't decipher any sort of reason you'd need to do that. Need I remind you, you're already wrapped around Layton's finger." A wide, sly, toothy smirk smeared across his face then. "Unless you solely speak of my theatrics, which makes this fumble of yours even more funny. You cannot hold even the highest, nor the most durable candle to me, Mister Television. I've fooled you how many times now? Three? And yet I'm the one jealous of you?" She couldn't help it anymore and rose a hand to her mouth to laugh into it. Even with it muffled, it was one of the most discouraging noises Tenna's heard in his life. "I don't think you're a theatre man, Anteors, but you're surely a comedian! Have Layton send me an invite to one of those shows. You'll never be able to tell which one of the audience members is me."
🍪 Toriel baking Tenna cookies? Don't look at me I'm starved for Toriel Tenna interactions @tennatvly
This was such a funny lil dream, but it was so fun! When Tenna's folks had found Toriel, even with her natural fur coat, waking due to teh cold outside the studio. Of course, seeing shadowy figures had put her on guard, but the Pippins, they may be a bit shady in how they work, but they're quick thinkers, and they're own sort of charmers... when they choose to be. With the original plan bust, the next move had been to just bring her directly to Tenna instead, leading to now.
Of course the vibrant wonders around the studio, the 'hollywood' style hustle and bustle, and tv sets, Toriel was quick to think this jsut a fun dream, and let herself indulge. So when Mr. Ant Tenna had offered her her own cooking show kitchen, with anything she'd need to put on a show well... it was something of a fantasy she'd had before.
Now, Toriel was a phenomenal baker- that much was clear. But a TV style personality? That could use a little work. It had been hard to commentate by herself, but instructing and bantering with someone else? Her motherly charms just easily bled through, such as right now.
"Oh Mr. Tenna, don't you smell that?" They'd just recently put a tray of cookies in the oven, some thumb print cookies; and now she was mixing a butterscotch cinnamon filling. It wasn't going to be as thick as her pie filling of course, so it was a bit modified, but she'd gotten the idea hearing his introductory preamble about her 'household famous pie'. "Sometimes i swear our noses do better then the oven timers sometimes- or maybe I'm just making myself hungry."
