they both ventured together, and the scorpion was too busy sharing words to ever think of stinging.
KNIGHT OF CUPS
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3 ales deep at the tavern wondering if I’m s—stripes or if my last maiden ever truly loved me
( his antennae tickle, drawing light laughter out of spamton. he gives tenna one last nuzzle before pulling back just enough to grin up at him. ) Don’t thank me. You’re n-nice, so I’m being nice back.
Oh—! Heheh. ( he presses his forehead a bit harder against tenna’s, laughing to himself. he gives the bug a good ruffle with both hands, like you’d do to a big fluffy dog. ) You’re f—ffine, buddy, seriously.
… No. It was sweet. ( he smiles, fluffing up tenna’s cheeks and then smoothing them back out. even going so far as to stand up on his tiptoes and bonk their foreheads together. ) You’d know if I d-didn’t like it.
You’re so nef—farious. Scheming. Tricking me into letting you kiss my hand… ( his expression softens as tenna melts into his touch, gently stroking along his nose and chin. his other hand comes up next, both of them moving to run through the fluff on his cheeks. )
—! ( he blinks once, twice, taken aback. a laugh slips past his lips before he can stop it, ticklish. ) You— are such a little… beast. ( his hand flexes in tenna’s hold, and turns, gently rubbing his snout. ) Happy equinn—nox, bug.
( he rolls his eyes, but he can’t help the smile that tugs at his lips anyway. he slips his hand into tenna’s, watching him curiously. ) What are you t—trying to do, here?
( he could never do such a thing— for as often as spamton pretended to dislike the affection, without it he’d feel like something was missing. ) … Save your sweet words for a s-song or a poem. They’re lost on me.
( oh… his wiggles… he’s like a big excited doggy. spamton can’t help but be endeared by it, despite his best efforts. tenna can probably hear the way his heartbeat skips as he looks away, bashful. ) You’re ff—full of it, you know that?
……. ( he crosses his arms, trying to be standoffish— but his tone is unmistakably fond. it’s sweet, how much attention tenna pays to him. ) Well, I’m not doing anything s-special right now, so there’s not much to see.
One hundred and one wizards? I don’t know… that’s s-sscary…
… ( he’s quiet at first, too, letting tenna do his thing. he knows what it looks like when tenna focuses, and this is it, but… ) … C’mon. What are you d—doin’.
… Oh. Huh. I don’t really— um, I didn’t nn-notice anything. I don’t really pay attention.
well good luck proving that when the abyssal serpent swallows you and your stupid hometown
// Can You Forgive Me
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KNIGHT OF CUPS@allgutsnoglory.bsky.social · 7mo ago// can you all forgive me for writing a spamton au so far removed from his original concept that he might as well be an oc. blinks at you
// can humans absorb monster souls or is it only the other way around. DON’T call me stupid for not knowing i havent played undertale in actual years
// bug tenna actually gives me cuteness aggression hes literally fluffy 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
That’s—- Okay . ( his cheeks are warm and he’s suddenly grateful that tenna can’t properly see him. ) Ss-Sometimes a super fast heartbeat is bad, too.
Stop treating f—fighting monsters as this act of bravery and honour maybe we should all be being nn-nicer to the monsters? And give them kissies?
But despite this— despite operating a piece of biblical demolition equipment inside the home every bright, cold morning of his wife's one and only life— the trumpet is not the most annoying thing about my husband.
I can just t—𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 you when I have problems, 𝘛𝘦𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢𝘢… ( he groans to himself, dragging his hands down his face. ) I don’t need—t-to listen to your heart.
Springtime and it looks like it-t’s gonna snow. -_-
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.