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From Weaver and Wyrm, Hornet inherited a powerful instinct for domination: to be seated on high over a kingdom bent in worship to her alone; to be an unparalleled hunter, perched upon the eye of a sprawling, inescapable web. Through rigorous discipline and tireless self-mastery, she has learned to prevail over the beast in her blood, and to keep it mostly dormant.
Styx purring in eager supplication, "Mistress," is the closest anyone has ever come to waking it.
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29 Oct 2025
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Kind of aimless story from the perspective of Battat who has a big stinkin' crush on Mr. Tenna. And I get to include any of my kinks that I want! Which usually have to do with eating things and being a big dangerous robot.
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03 Oct 2025
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“I have a book of lies, I write each lie I tell down. I rip them up, and use them to roll cigarettes. And then they become real. Real to me.
Sometimes I wake up, and I can’t breathe. And I know that if my lungs give out one day, it’s not because I’m addicted to smoking, it’s because I’m addicted to lying.“
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A series of lies told by a little green dice.
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- Part 3 of Anonymous A’s deltarune smut
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01 Oct 2025
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Before Waxx could object, he fumbled and slipped his way out of his coat. It wasn’t his signature bright red, more of a relaxed burgundy, but Tenna still felt his desire to stake a visual claim over the object of his affections bubbling away in his chest. He draped it over Waxx’s shoulders, and it instantly dwarfed him, and he couldn’t suppress a little laugh over how it sagged around him. Waxx laughed lightly along with him, but the way he drew it tighter around himself and almost nuzzled into the collar made it not so funny anymore. As their joint insincere laughter fizzled out, they drew closer to eachother, closer still, cigarette forgotten and burning out in Tenna’s grip.
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In the light world, Waxx is a broken copy of the record containing Toriel and Asgore’s wedding song. In the dark world, he’s a retired singer, looking to add purpose back to his life. His search takes him to the set of Mr (Ant) Tenna’s TV Time.
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14 Sep 2025
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"A part of Battat wanted to believe he was special, but being Mike wasn't a one-person gig. In fact, sometimes three people barely felt like enough. Battat, Pluey, and Jongler each had their own personally customized Mike costumes, and each took turns being Mike when one of them was tuckered out or needed to do their non-Mike duties. If anything, Battat could probably blame Pluey for Tenna feeling this comfortable with physical affection. The guy was pretty cuddly. But Battat wanted so badly to be the one getting the special treatment."
Battat was nothing special, just different. But Tenna did always like those that were different.
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08 Sep 2025