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Spamton scooped up the power cable, puffing out a breath and rolling his shoulders as he eyed the outlet on the wall. The moment of truth. In one swift motion, he knelt and pushed the plug into the outlet, turning and feeling along the casing beneath the screen for the power button. A springy click… and then his ears filled with the familiar high-pitched electric whine of a working CRT.
Oh, yeah. That’s the ticket.
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A dead man walking, Spamton brings home an old TV and turns his world on its head.
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03 Jun 2026
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Tenna's hand hovered near the handle, “Oh, right!” his antennae straightened out as he appeared to remember something he’s been meaning to ask.
“I just have to know the brand of that cologne you’re wearing! No wonder everybody at the party seemed to basically climb over you when you have that irresistible scent lingering around you! Maybe it would make me more approachable, too?” he turned around, hoping to have found a way to end this meeting more positively.
Spamton raised a brow. “I am not wearing any.”
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A story about Tenna’s semi-innocent curiosity about the Addisons’ physiology and Spamton's denial of self-worth. AKA Tenna has a big fat crush on his new business partner and fails very hard at being subtle about it.
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30 Mar 2026
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Livestock has been disappering, merchants have been getting attcked, the village is in trouble. Something or someone is creeping in the dark. Can Spamton stop this? or will the preist fall to the fangs of the demon that stalks in the night?
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09 Feb 2026
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There's something between them, lately. Something that can't be there. Spamton suspects there’s a name for this feeling, but he won’t claim it. It’s not his. It’s never been.
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spamton allows himself to love. for better or worse, he'll never be the same.
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A follow-up to my fic, "like a fiberglass ghost," although they can be read in any order.Titles taken once more from Fox's Dream of the Log Flume by mewithoutYou.
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- Part 2 of fiberglass ghosts (spamtenna)
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09 Feb 2026
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Spamton laughed a little. "It's a curse, I tell you. I get fellas from all over the place tryna buy me drinks."
Tenna felt a rush of embarrassment. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Maybe he fucked up. Maybe Spamton was trying to push him away, but being way too nice about it. "Can't imagine why," Tenna said, instead of taking the maybe-possibly hint. He tried to be casual, leaned his own elbows on the bar as he twirled his empty whiskey glass in his hand. He got a refill, a shot for confidence. "I'm Tenna." He stuck his hand out for a shake.
"I know," Spamton nodded as he drank. "I'm Spamton." He grasped onto Tenna's hand, the bracelets on his wrists jingling, just as he suspected. His grip was firm, his palms were warm and sweaty. His fingers lingered on Tenna for just a moment too long.
Tenna's heart fluttered again. He grinned. "I know."Series
- Part 20 of Spamton and Tenna's Scandalous Escapades
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08 Feb 2026