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A bad poet with dreams. Agender. He/Him. 30’s. Chronically late to games. Occasionally nsfw. » ✉️ everschade.straw.page » ☕️ https://ko-fi.com/everschade » 📝 ao3.org/users/hawkeing_eta Saoirse don Phalaistín.
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everschade.bsky.social
Sorry in advance that all my writing is in mobile screenshots. I don’t have a puter.
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everschade.bsky.social
Just a reminder I always take spamtenna drabble requests, or ask me about something if you want to hear me babble about them

everschade.straw.page
everschade's strawpage
everschade's strawpage
everschade.straw.page
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blanksword.bsky.social
CORRECTION — this art is by @ozmanthus.art! The linked post in the reply leads to the correct account, but I apologize for the confusion in the initial post here.

(I, a humble fish, cannot read.)
blanksword.bsky.social
⚔ Artist Spotlight! ⚔

BLANKSWORD, our story-rich roguelike RPG, has 9 days left in its Kickstarter campaign! To celebrate, we're highlighting artists in our community.

Today's feature is an introspective look at BLANK from @ozmanthus.bsky.social. Just look at that hatching!

Links in reply! ⬇️
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everschade.bsky.social
Strawpage drabble request 🙇‍♂️

#spamtenna [1/2]
A strawpage anon message: drabble about spamtenna: Spamton struggling to communicate his feelings to tenna, tenna trying to avoid receiving the message. There's a lingering scent of ozone and burnt plastic hanging in the air. The light, crisp scent twining with the thick, heavy air he's sure will stick to the bedsheets for a while yet. It presses down the more he recognizes it, the more familiar it is and the way it creeps in like a faint memory. It's more than faint. The weight of it is near crushing and Tenna is asleep.
It had been impulsive, as most things are with him.
Tenna asking too many questions, those hands wandering and lingering in places setting off alarm bells like car horns in his head and it had to stop. It had to move, don't touch that, don't look at that, don't worry about it. Shove his hands somewhere else, shove the questions to the side, there's not enough room for them if his mouth is preoccupied with his teeth.
Spamton doesn't want to talk about it. It's easier to just feel than to think, and Tenna wouldn't find satisfaction in the answers he seeks anyway. Surely he wouldn't.
From his little bundle of blankets and arms he's tangled in, Spamton stares at that dark blank screen as it rests sunken into the pillow.
There's the urge, lying just beneath, to get up and leave. Tenna's bed is large, soft, and luxurious. Just like before, like he remembers. Spamton feels the weight of the blanket alone pressing down on him and it's a grounding, secure weight. it leaves him on edge, like he'll get tangled up in the sheets and comforter if he tries to move, let alone from the weight of the arms around him. He could slip out and maybe Tenna wouldn't notice. Spamton shifts just enough to wiggle one of his arms free. It rests against the pillow and sheets.
Tenna lays beside him, encompassing everything, still and quiet. A small plastic finger scratches against the pillowcase.
* ...YOU WANT TO [[Listen Here!]]
A JOKE, [[Boobtube]]?
It is an effort to keep his own voice down, to something even resembling reasonable and not crack the stillness of the dark bedroom. Tenna remains quiet and comfortable, and it's only in these little in-between times that there's a chance of honesty able to exist. That little finger scratches a little harder until the rest ball the fabric into his fist.
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offtherpg.com
BLANKSWORD, a new game directed by OFF's English localizer @quinnkdev.bsky.social (+ many others!) has surpassed it's goal on Kickstarter!

Help reach the first stretch goal which has @mortisghost.bsky.social contributing a special area.

Support indie RPGs!
blanksword.bsky.social
We're besides ourselves with joy, but - the work isn't over yet. With 12 days to go, we're now aiming for our first stretch goal, which will see OFF creator Mortis Ghost join us to work on the project!

Our deepest gratitude goes to you all for your support, your encouragements and your trust 💜
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yagrandmapeach.bsky.social
It’s cool to draw tvs at work #deltarune #tenna
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gbbranstetter.bsky.social
Miss Major Griffin-Gracy passed away today according to the House of GG. She was a veteran of the Stonewall rebellion and a lifelong organizer for the safety and dignity of trans people, sex workers, and the incarcerated. She came from the same generation and milieu as Marsha and Sylvia. She was 78.
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lackofa.bsky.social
This art is a year or two now but I'm still really proud of it. Pigeons!! I sell these lil guys as prints https://www.lackofa.com/shop
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wyrmcat.bsky.social
comes with complimentary germs disease, blood blister that turns into a miserable welt guaranteed! (bandages cost double) #spamton #deltarune
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springbeans-art.bsky.social
[4/6] Old men discuss marriage.
#spamtenna
Digitally illustrated fan art comic of Spamton and Tenna from the video game Deltarune, depicted in an interpretation of them reconciled post-canon. This is page 1 of 6. In the first panel the pair are lounging together on a sofa, dressed in casual clothing and implied that they've been chatting about their relationship past for a while. Spamton has his feet up in Tenna's lap and is leaning into his arm, looking sheepish as he says "Haha yeesh, you really did a numbers game on the sweet ride!" in reference to Tenna having trashed Spamton's car after he disappeared. His internal monologue says "sorry old friend, you took one for the team". Tenna responds "not one of my star moments, no", looking embarrassed. In the next panel Spamton looks away in shame, adding "not one of mine either, ha. Honestly don't know what you saw in- saw in- saw in" as his speech breaks into glitching. Spamton responds to that by violently slamming his puppet jaw shut with one hand, panting in exertion from the glitch and the self harm right after as Tenna protests with a "hey, don't", putting a hand on Spamton's shoulder in a comforting manner. In the next panel, Spamton's internal thoughts are playing the sound of a reversing truck while he tries to backtrack himself, awkwardly laughing and saying "of course now I'm a real catch 22, a real tell don't show even, ha, but back then - good heaven, please-" as Tenna interrupts him with a "stop! Spammy..." Digitally illustrated fan art comic of Spamton and Tenna from the video game Deltarune, depicted in an interpretation of them reconciled post-canon. This is page 2 of 6. The first panel shows Tenna's distraught face as he begins his monologue:  "I know you're trying to hide it, but- you can't really think I'd still prefer to go back to before?". The next two panels show a flashback of Spamton and Tenna during their big shot days, co-hosting a show on stage with pink and yellow lights illuminating them. Tenna's monologue continues: "Ha, I'd be lying if I said I didn't still miss some of it! I liked doing TV time, I took pride in being the center of it all, being in control... And most of all I miss the love we used to have". In the following panel you can see current day Tenna's hands as he gently rubs the ring finger of his left hand between his right pointer and thumb, contemplating what seems to be the absence of a wedding ring. He continues: "Back then I really thought, despite everything, it was inevitable that we would... well." The last panel shows the moment from the past where Tenna picked up the phone right after Spamton ran out on him, the whole background pitch black as he stands in fearful solitude, only the open door through which Spamton left him visible behind him, glowing ominously. Current day Spamton tries to interrupt this flashback by attempting to call Tenna's name despite his vocal glitches, but Tenna interrupts him instead to finish with "I know now that it could never have worked out." Digitally illustrated fan art comic of Spamton and Tenna from the video game Deltarune, depicted in an interpretation of them reconciled post-canon. This is page 3 of 6. We're back in present day view as Tenna smiles gently and leans in to caress Spamton's jaw with his left hand. Spamton is looking up at him, looking saddened at the reminder from the past. Tenna continues speaking: "However... this is different. We're different. And it's the first thing that I ever realized is better for it - sometimes you gotta make some changes after the pilot, right? Before, I took it for granted - that you knew how I felt and what I wanted, that things could stay the same and therefore you'd stay was well." As he finishes this speech, Tenna slides off the couch to go down on one knee instead, visibly nervous and slightly trembling. Spamton is looking at him in startled disbelief as he processes what's about to happen, barely hearing as Tenna continues: "I don't ever want to let you slip through my fingers like that again - I - I'm done making the same mistake over and over! S-so, uh-". Digitally illustrated fan art comic of Spamton and Tenna from the video game Deltarune, depicted in an interpretation of them reconciled post-canon. This is page 4 of 6. Spamton finally unfreezes from his shock, pointing a trembling accusing finger at Tenna as he asks "are you - is this a fucking proposal?", his swearing censored by his text quirk. Tenna is surprised to have been interrupted so suddenly, trying to stammer out a response but Spamton becomes manic, speech glitching heavily as he waves his hands around and begins his own nervous rant: "You're - ha - hahahaha- you're insane. You have to be - shit!" In the next panel Spamton is trying to wrangle his jaw shut with one hand while trying to cover his face with the other as it's possible to see he's slightly beginning to tear up, his internal monologue begging him to shut up, but he's still launching forward in his rant: "No - no sane in the. Would! Are you going senile in your retirement plan? Don't you re-members only what I've done?". He laughs through the oncoming tears, continuing: "You think tank I won't fucking do it again? After everything wrong with - after all that- all that- all that-". In the final panel Spamton is visibly shaking, one hand still pressing on his lower jaw to try and shut it, his other hand just holding his head as he's giving up on hiding the tears that are now very visibly overflowing from his glasses to his cheeks. He looks absolutely miserable as his speech quirk prevents him from properly speaking, internal thoughts still repeating "shut up" while out loud he wonders "after all, you want to?"
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weird0nerdo.bsky.social
❤️

#Deltarune #Spamton #Tenna #spamtenna
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cheririm.bsky.social
messy tenna page

[ #deltarune #tenna | #myart ]
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yakowo.bsky.social
love drawing this sweaty weirdo
#deltarune #spamton
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sabattons.com
if you enjoy my work in any capacity and would like to help me stay afloat amidst ongoing medical treatment as well as recover from (still unresolved) fraudulent charges to my bank account, I keep a tipjar here. no pressure, but it lessens the burden and keeps me creating. ko-fi.com/sabattons/go...
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sabattons.com
indigenous peoples day.
an image of north american vulture carrying the heads of columbus and cartier. the text reads "initsisa" ; kill him.
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pyixus.bsky.social
Happy Indigenous Peoples Day to my friends, mutuals, and artists everywhere.

This year I am promoting Urban Indigenous;

some of the most vulnerable people are those in the NY,NJ,PA areas, supporting the ever growing needs for urban indigenous peoples.

urbanindigenouscollective.org
Urban Indigenous Collective
FOUNDED IN COMMUNITY VOICE
urbanindigenouscollective.org
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blanksword.bsky.social
But! Don't let that distract you from the fact that we're (almost) exactly 20k€ away from our first stretch goal, which features the great wonderful belgian Mortis Ghost working on Blanksword with us!!!

11 days left to make it happen, let's blank that sword real good everyone
BLANKSWORD
An Angelic Roguelike RPG
www.kickstarter.com
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koffik.bsky.social
i still see you underneath it all #spamtenna
everschade.bsky.social
Just a reminder I always take spamtenna drabble requests, or ask me about something if you want to hear me babble about them

everschade.straw.page
everschade's strawpage
everschade's strawpage
everschade.straw.page
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laciel.bsky.social
Legend

#soulstober #soulsborne #art #sketch
Artorias  of the Abyss escaping Oolacile Township
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quarefairy.bsky.social
good ol fashioned lover boy #spamtenna
everschade.bsky.social
Thank you so much, that means a lot.. 🙇‍♂️
everschade.bsky.social
Strawpage drabble request 🙇‍♂️

#spamtenna [1/2]
A strawpage anon message: drabble about spamtenna: Spamton struggling to communicate his feelings to tenna, tenna trying to avoid receiving the message. There's a lingering scent of ozone and burnt plastic hanging in the air. The light, crisp scent twining with the thick, heavy air he's sure will stick to the bedsheets for a while yet. It presses down the more he recognizes it, the more familiar it is and the way it creeps in like a faint memory. It's more than faint. The weight of it is near crushing and Tenna is asleep.
It had been impulsive, as most things are with him.
Tenna asking too many questions, those hands wandering and lingering in places setting off alarm bells like car horns in his head and it had to stop. It had to move, don't touch that, don't look at that, don't worry about it. Shove his hands somewhere else, shove the questions to the side, there's not enough room for them if his mouth is preoccupied with his teeth.
Spamton doesn't want to talk about it. It's easier to just feel than to think, and Tenna wouldn't find satisfaction in the answers he seeks anyway. Surely he wouldn't.
From his little bundle of blankets and arms he's tangled in, Spamton stares at that dark blank screen as it rests sunken into the pillow.
There's the urge, lying just beneath, to get up and leave. Tenna's bed is large, soft, and luxurious. Just like before, like he remembers. Spamton feels the weight of the blanket alone pressing down on him and it's a grounding, secure weight. it leaves him on edge, like he'll get tangled up in the sheets and comforter if he tries to move, let alone from the weight of the arms around him. He could slip out and maybe Tenna wouldn't notice. Spamton shifts just enough to wiggle one of his arms free. It rests against the pillow and sheets.
Tenna lays beside him, encompassing everything, still and quiet. A small plastic finger scratches against the pillowcase.
* ...YOU WANT TO [[Listen Here!]]
A JOKE, [[Boobtube]]?
It is an effort to keep his own voice down, to something even resembling reasonable and not crack the stillness of the dark bedroom. Tenna remains quiet and comfortable, and it's only in these little in-between times that there's a chance of honesty able to exist. That little finger scratches a little harder until the rest ball the fabric into his fist.
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phantomreturn.bsky.social
Wearing my heart on sleeve.
Reference made from baci_perugina found in the game files.

#deltarune #spamtenna