#reshapenation

[heirloommtomatoes]

i used to be so.....prestige or whatever-brained that i was like. ok i'll go to law school just so i can Have a jd and then never practice law and do something more creative or fulfilling or something. yay! :) and really thought this was gonna be like. a plan

[smallz-o]

something i had to do for a language arts project

[dumbmusclehypnojockboy]

Audition

Author's note: @transform4u requested a story, so this one's for him. This is kind of a departure fore me. It's mostly done in first person, which I don't usually do. I hope you enjoy it.

“I wish I didn’t have to remember all these lines,” the words came out as a whisper.  A soft breeze blew in the theater.  “Granted,” it seems to say in the wind that chilled you to the bone.  The words on the script faded away, being replaced with a signed contract with a television company.  Something about documenting your life for the next few months.  Leaving your home and going to a time-share with some other people.  You look at the paperwork confused.  A buzz infiltrating your brain. 

“Rocko”, the director calls me.  I’m confused.  Isn’t my name Richard?  “Rocko Salvatori?  On stage please.”  He looks at me and I head up to the stage for an audition? 

The director looks at me and asks, “Hello, Rocko.  Your resume says your favorite hobby is working out?  Can you tell me about that?”

“Working out?  No, I mean,” images of the time I’ve spent in the gym, dedicating time and sweat and tears to making my pecs and bis grow.  Never skipping leg day.  Always taking creatine mixed with pre workout, downing protein shakes and doing endless crunches...  Gotta take care of the “situation”. 

“Yeah,” I say.  “I go to the gym five days a week.  Can you tell?” 

I flex a bicep that seems to grow out of nowhere.  Ten inches around turns in to 12 inches, turns in to 15 inches, turns in to 20 inches.  I flex my pecs.  Since when do I flex my pecs, I ask myself?  My pecs inflate with newfound muscle.  Growing to a whopping 50 inches around. 

I find my body stretching taller…  legs more so resembling long logs, stretching to the sky, torso stretching out, getting rid of the pudge that used to be there, and developing in to 8 separate rocks, an 8-pack of abs. 

My dick growing longer and longer now resembling a beer bottle in length and girth.  “Fuck yeah, I work out, bro,”  I say. 

The director asks, “I also see that you’ve done some modeling?”

Images of past gigs fill my memory.  That time I was flown down to Cancun to appear on a show for MTV Spring Break.  That photo shoot for a young adult clothing brand.  That one time he posed for Exercise for Men Only.  “Yeah, bro,” you find yourself saying.  “I aced modeling.”  Your face reshapens.  Jawline becoming sharper.  Cheeks becoming  accented, less round, more angular.  Eye brows becoming shaped, more perfect.  Teeth whitening, glowing, straightening.  Eyes becoming more clear, turning from blue to a sharp glowing brown.  Stuble growing around your chin and mouth area.  Your thick black hair standing straight up, held up with a precise amount of Spiker hair gel and a 16-second spray of Got 2 B hair shaper and molder.  You give ducklips pose to the director, and bring out your phone to take a selfie and post it on Instagram. 

The director clears his throat.  “Under life philosophy you just wrote GTL.  What does that mean?”

“Bruh,” you say, your brain rearranging information.  Reprogramming your memories, your thoughts, making you a different person. 

“Bruh, it’s a way of life.  A philosophical kind of being.  Gym, Tan Laundry.  You gotta take care of your bod… your pecs, bis, and abs… I like to look fresh, so everything has to go in to it.  You know, you have to go to the gym the whole week.  Tan.  You have to have color if you didn’t go to the beach.  And then the last thing you need to take care of is the outfit.  You gotta look fresh, you know.  If you don’t look good, you ain’t gonna feel good bro, and then you ain’t gonna have a good night.”

 You give in to the words that are coming out of your mouth.   Gym.Tan.Laundry=LIFE, bruh,  Fuck yeah.  Gotta be FTD, Fresh To Death.  Looking for hunnies DTF.  Down To Fuck.  Hell yeah!  The thoughts running through your head.

“Rocko,” the director says, “it says here that you identify as a Guido?  Can you tell me about that?”

The words go through my head.  Guido… Guido…  Fuck Yeah, I’m a fucking Guido.!  I GTL all day and am DTF all night.  I go out FTD, and get all the pussy I want.  I am so Hot, So Fresh.  I’m a fucking Guido.  “I’m a Guido.  What’s there to explain?  I work out, tan and clean up fresh.  I go out and party all night and bring home the PU-NA-NI, you know what I mean?  And I have over three million followers on my social media.”

Red flashes over the director’s eyes, and a demonic façade flashes over the director’s face, just for a second.  “You’ll be perfect for the next generation of our new reality show, Rocko.”

[arrimorr]

wait so the knight is based off character tropes you dislike? Which ones specifically? I’d love to know!

The worst thing that can happen is masked character getting unmasked and turning out to be conventionally attractive 🥲

At least this was the base joke behind him. I'm generally put off by eye candy men, and the idea was to make one, but twist it into a body horror experience. That's a regular human being that got reshapen into this, and the result is akin to an irresponsibly bred dog.

Also I'm an internet kid and I'm conflicted and fascinated with the way online spaces often deteriorate characters until there is nothing but a couple of personality traits that got greatly exaggerated left. Those fanonised bastards will never stop being uncanny to me.

AND the thing is - the Knight is the only tginf character that I didn't make for this setting specifically, but he fit into what I had pretty well. The thematical concept behind tginf is me being geniunely existentially upset about adult life forcing you to assign yourself to a role that will be "you" for the most part of your remaining life, if you want to continue living. That may be childish of me, but even when it comes to tasks that I like, such as drawing the idea of being "the Painter", "the 3d modeler" and etc. brings me no joy. I don't want my life to be this. AND that personality erasure jazz the Knight had going on was thematically suitable for this, so I kept him.

[jessaerys]

i think a lot about how i felt uncute in the exact same ways i do now when i was like 60lb lighter in my early 20s and now i look at those pictures and i lament not appreciating how good i actually looked, which is just my shape now but slimmer. shape is always the same. and as i'm growing older and my body is being reshapen in the ways age reshapes you i don't want to be in my 40s and look at myself in my early 30s and be like wow! i should have appreciated how hot i looked a decade ago !! combining the existential dread of beauty standards + the existential dread of aging = ?? = profit

[rexpeditions]

Uhhh, hi? My name’s Avi. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your multiverse coordinate? Mine is DV-1623. I don’t think I’ve ever come across a universe like yours, at least from your description. Do you mind telling me what exactly’s goin on?

Hey Avi, thank god you remember your name if that is really you. What is a multiverse coordinate? Are there other universes unlike ours? Other than that, I would gladly tell you what is going on. Some dammed oddity has gone around with an unknown origin, and it has been messing with mostly everyone around here. Syspocalypstar, Systar System, and some other planets and continents have been affected by this outbreak. Even my raptors and I have been dragged into this heck. Many figures have slowly begun to lose their basic memory and seem a bit...bland. They talk about how they are getting "reshapen," but this is a strange way to do that. This is all the information me and the others at the bunker can choke up at this time, and we have been fighting to gather more. If you are able to contact us further than this one time, that would help us a lot. Thanks for reaching out, for you don't seem like one of them.

[allmyandroids]

@gleamingsilence here you gooo fellow buddy~☆

If you need any of the gifs you can use them however you like. If you want a certain one reshapen or edited a different way or adding something to it, let me know via DM or a comment ✨️

[regular-gnome]

Oml, I love your au so much. I've probably said this before, but the designs are AWESOME. How there kept close to what we have seen in the show as well as your own touches to them. They are absolutely fabulous and live rent-free in my head, soaking up every fiber of my being.

Happy you like them:D Most of the things in the AU are based on something in the show and just bit reshapen (liiiike radom skulls in the background in case of titans), so i'm happy its well recieved

I also enjoy your designs for archivists! Saw her aaannd my hand kinda slipped

[inky-plum]

why? why can't i cuddle My most favouritest stuffie in the whole world? well you see, the one I love—whom I love so dearly I am reshapen under her influence—the one i love is all over her, and so i can't hug her, or snuggle her, or cuddle her, because it makes me ill. it makes me feel so very sick, that i might vomit, that i might burst into tears, so i can't let that thing touch me, it is all over her.

instead im going to play video games with the one i love. yay! &~^

[ms-scarletwings]

Every Dredge Aberration (2024), Part 4

When whispers and fleeting tastes weren’t enough, the flotsam took up their metal and their lies, and they lanced the darkest primordial core.

From it spilled our past’s phantoms to rise- no longer in eons’ slumber, glimpsing the light once more. ₊˚.༄

Plated Osteostracan ༄.°

Encyclopedia #123

Aberrant form of Osteostracan

Description:

A shell of bone, pierced by spurs of something stronger. A horned mitre shielding eyeless sockets.

Comment: The true osteostracans (the powers below only know how much I have struggled to spell that word right with every use) would, among many of the ooze’s surprises, already have been a discovery defying of all reason. Here from the drill’s disturbance is an individual not only of a kind thought to have vanished from our world some hundreds of millions of years ago, but changed and reshapen anew where evolution did not touch its brethren. On a sidenote, a mitre is the actual name of the headwear iconically worn by the upper clergy of the Catholic hierarchy, most famously associated with the pope. Could this creature’s helm also be a symbol of importance? Regarding the mystery of the shell’s makeup, I personally speculate it to be a form of enamel. It would certainly be stronger than mere bone, and suit some of the Deep’s penchant for the sardonic: a jawless fish, gilded in teeth.

How to catch: Though they rose from the darkest, inky depths below the Marrows, the osteostraci prefer to gather in the shallows beneath pollutants’ gleam. The unique “habitat” they spawn from however, requires the aid of specialized equipment to harvest these fish.

Axial Matron ༄.°

Encyclopedia #124

Aberrant form of tullimonstrum

Description:

Mouths within mouths. Chambers within chambers. The matron's grip is terminal.

Comment: In a spectacular twist, the bastardization of the living fossil has actually… produced a creature much less monstrous, if only in appearance. The retraction of stalk eyes and the repurposed proboscis-like organ of the corrupted specimen has brought its visage closer to that of a fish than the enigmatic, impossible to class Tully Monster.

How to catch: This will be the last I repeat of what I already gestured to before. Learn quickly the recurrent pattern of the sludge’s offerings, no regular rod or reel will be able to drag ANY of these ancient wretches out of their favored home- of course being the newly spotted oil slicks released by the seabed’s running wound. A lucid mind, armed with steady hand and advanced tools, is best to send to those unsightly lesions. Take your pick of the Marrow’s coastal scabs, and then you may try your luck with old Tully.

Anvilfish ༄.°

Encyclopedia #125

Aberrant form of paddlefish

Description:

A head hammered flat against the alluvium of the world. Every shaper needs a surface.

Comment: Definition of alluvium: a deposit of clay, silt, sand, and gravel left by flowing streams in a river valley or delta, typically producing fertile soil. Behold here as well the rarity of a rarity. There isn’t much to this victim’s purpose easily concluded. What I have noticed, though, is that this fish and the next proceeding entry compliment each other and the nature of the Iron Rig itself- an extraction and transformation of the deep’s bed, bringing out the evolution of our tools.

How to catch: With infused reel aboard, feel around for the Marrow’s costal waters, where and while the oil still flows.

Ivory Impaler ༄.°

Encyclopedia #126

Aberrant form of swordfish

Description:

Strips of flensed flesh course around a spike of impossible metal. Underneath roped tendons, it bears a name unremembered.

Comment: Spear-fisherman beware… the quarry that finally stands (really swims) on an even playing field. The savage beauty of this one appeals to me greatly, the grisly paleness of its flesh, rended asunder. The permanent grin beneath so evil a gaze. A predator that no longer lunges for the meal, simply for the satiation of even more bloodletting.

How to catch: Strangely, though neither returned fossils nor commonly seen in the Marrows before, the seismic anomaly has brought in the first sightings of swordfish gathering in the region, specifically in the same stained waters as other new findings. To begin catching them, one will need oceanic suitable fishing equipment also fitted with improved modifications.

Cerebral Crab

Encyclopedia #127

Aberrant form of common crab

Description:

A turquoise mass swells from within this small crab. The growth pulses, quickening in the light of the sun.

Comment: Would it be to awry of me to say that there's something almost... cute about the look of this scuttler? I find it difficult to not think there would be strange beauty in the sight of the island sands at night, pulsing and peppered with a gathering of these crabs' light, like jewels beneath the foam. I can at least be sure that their hue is enamoring once smeared across the hull of my boat. This is one of two mutants you must bring to the painter in Little Marrow to unlock the sharp mint pigments to customize with.

How to catch: As the name would suggest, this animal can only be harvested with patience and the use of a crab pot. Aim for a depth below 25 meters, such as close to, or even within the Greater Marrow harbor.

Malignant Pincer

Encyclopedia #128

Aberrant form of fiddler crab

Description:

Teal tumours secrete a slimy substance over cracks and joints. Its massive claw shudders as it fights for control.

Comment: Now THIS victim's predicament actually lends some fascinating implications about what ails the previous. These pustules look so alike to the same as the common crab's infection in both shape and color that I will go on a limb and decide that the same entity finds a host in either species. The "cerebral" part of the former's name indicates that this mass is in fact a brain of its own, with its own imperatives and will that overrides the poor vessel's. Because the infection has decided to root within the fiddler crab's claw, rather than its head, the animal's original brain has remained intact, despite everything. The body survives to stage a losing battle between nature and another's unknowable plan.

How to catch: They generally share roaming space with the common crabs of The Marrows, albeit preferring slightly shallower water, under a mere 10 meters to be exact. Due to their size, the basic crab pot can only hold one of them at a time, so, barring a speedrun to acquire the maw of the Deep, check the traps frequently if you are looking to snag one of these in the early game. I never found error in placing the pots right next to the Marrow docks for convenience. Bring one of these to the painter along with the cerebral crab to unlock the sharp mint paint for your ship.

Inverted Husk༄.°

Encyclopedia #129

Aberrant form of sea cucumber

Description:

Flesh, prolapsed and shed to the seafloor. A moult discarded, ready to envelop another.

Comment: Most horrid thing among the Iron Rig additions I have examined so far. Finally, the long missed taste again of utter revulsion and bewilderment that this grand sea had inspired in me from the beginning. With new novelties will come even more unsettling revelations.

How to catch: Unlike the other slick-swimming things we have encountered, this aberration requires no fancy or new tools at all to find. Any crab pot will do, placed directly into the tar-blackness at a depth between 25 meters and the surface. Depths from 10-25 meters are advised to prevent the space-demanding fiddler crab from turning up in the traps instead.

[bigqueenrandy]

Oc lore:

Saphorirh also known as The Sap is one of many of its original species reborn and Reshapened by the oozing riches of the sludge. The species does not use the same binary pronouns humans use. Rather referring to eachother as its/it or thynal/thynas. It’s “teeth” are similarly compared to clay, but unlike clay after they are molded and hardened they can return to their original “clay” like state. giving it the ability to adjust its “teeth” to whatever its eating.

[chiefbasementcreator]

Prompt: Aries breeds the now broken Samara in front of a still tied up Morinth. Who clearly wants Aries to do the same to her.

It was a spectacle all-too familair to Morinth: seeing the victim with a look of pure extasy on her face as their mind were overrwritten by the sheer pleasure they felt, the joy of sex infesting them, going to their very soul as the pleasure was so intense that their mind could barely comprehend it, reshapen from the overwhelming sexual bliss they felt, it was a sight Morinth had seen hundreds, no, thousands, of times in her life.

But usually the sight was caused by her mind-breaking her helpless victims with her mindpowers, consuming them in her embrace as she took them. Tonight was the first tiem she was seeing it done by someone else, and also leaving the victim alive and crying in pleasure, swearing their love to their new master. It was strange and maddening to see it from a new angle, from being a pure spectator.

Even more maddening was watchign it being done to her mother Samara, perhaps the person that Morinth hated the most in the galaxy, when she had wanted to be the one to do this to the asari matriarch. And even worse, to ruin things even more, it had gone on for long enough that Morinth, who hated to see her mother broken by someoen that wasn't her... actually was getting wet watching it.

There was no two ways about it: watching this hunk of a man, this stud with a cock as big as her entire body, slamfucking Samara until the proud and usualyl cold asari was moaning like a maiden takign her first vorcha cock, it made Morinth stupidly aroused. To see this level of pleasure on her mother's face, knowing how distant Samara usually was, it made Morinth's mind race with questions, with possibilities, with desires. What woudl this cock feels like on her? How logn woudl the Ardat-Yakshi resist before breaking too? Woudl she experience the same level fo mind-melting pleasure as Samrara, as all Morinth's victism had? How good would it be? She needed it. She wanted it, she needed that cock inside her, she needed to be fucked like that.

[feetlovrpuppygirl]

The Thakenifh

Physical description: The Thakenifh varies greatly in appearance. Nothing useful can be written here that would not mislead those who may come into contact with one.

Threat level: HIGH. the Thakenifh does not operate off conventional morals. It is not unlike animals in this regard. Additionally, it is extremely hard to reason with. It is not usually outright hostile, but it does not show any reverence towards life, sentient or not. the Thakenifh exhibits multiple innate power bordering on magic, such as being able to appear anywhere out of any substance, control over nature, and not being able to permanently die by conventional means. It also seems to possess some sort of hold over the minds of creatures. The Thakenifh is one of the most dangerous creatures we have encountered thus far.

History: It cannot be said by us exactly where or when the Thakenifh originated, as she seems to go through the life cycle over and over using new material each time. Kolosh first came in contact with it on the planet Niqlesh, with the Thakenifh being known planetwide as either a great monster or a sort of goddess. Kolosh explorers looking through the forest saw it, and it looked back at them for a moment before continuing on. They tried to call over the Thakenifh, but reported a feeling of terror overcoming them. A warning. Many of those from that crew expressed an aversion to ever stepping foot on Niqlesh again. Ever since, when Koloshians visited the planet, they made sure to record the Thakenifh from a distance, which is how we obtained most of this data. It does not seem to mind when the observers do not interfere, but when the second crew to meet her came down, they got too close and some members were incinerated, others were reshapen into gory imitations of trees, and still others seem to live in a world of illusions to this day.

When she appeared aboard one of our ships, we discovered that she was capable of communication. She demanded a rare material that ship was transporting and the crew obliged. Reports of the surviving crew members explain that it felt like the control of their body and mind had been taken away from them with the same ease an adult would have taking a toy from a young child. Those aboard the crew reported that the Thakenifh has an unnatural presence, especially once it grips one's mind. A beauty, a striking, terrifying beauty, but the most beautiful thing in the world nonetheless.

The last sighting of the Thakenifh was on the planet Qrr, on 1000:23:222222 but we have lost track of her since.

[eoin-mcgonigal]

For the ask games: rescue AU headcanons for five cold boys?

OHHH ok :--3c

solittle, being the sole survivors: the admiralty promotes sol and ned after the interrogations re: the expedition. they're separated. sol goes back to the navy for a while, but has to leave because he can't go aboard ships again. goes back to carpentry for a living.

ned teaches with the admiralty for a while before he has a big breakdown and is sent to an asylum for his ptsd. he does get out and he's doing so bad. tries to figure out a way to write to sol, fails, buys a run down house and employs sol to renovate it for him. oopsi, during that time, their bond is reshapen and they fall deeply in love. sol never moves out. their cat is named astoria. ned officially becomes sol's apprentice.

hickeygibson if the whole expedition returns to england: hickey disappears into the crowd and returns to petty crime, but keeps track of billy. billy works as a servant and a shop keeper and just lives his life as a chronically ill man, trying to forget what happened in the arctic. one day hickey appears again, looking so rundown and sick that billy takes him in and takes care of him. hickey stays for a bit, the two of them having their feelings for each other returning. hickey goes of again, but sporadically pops into the shop to keep billy updated. this goes on for years. then one day, hickey has a seizure/stroke, and ends up staying for even longer, because he can no longer live a life on the streets with his disability. billy finally asks him to stay

tom hartnell, same scenario as above: finally gets to go home to see his mother and hug her so hard and cry about having lost john. he gets the opportunity to grieve with his loved ones.

[goldenargentavis]

Sometimes I don’t know if I think Adeline and Slade as soulmates or if I think of them as reshapened puzzle pieces that once fit together but as they grew as people, fell out of place within each others life’s, connected only by the pieces that are their children, serving completely different roles in each others life’s yet still being present and it just working for them.

I kind of like and fine with both.

[groundnews]

so we have. between two and four semi serious to serious pico's school aus depending on whether we only count the ones that clearly are aus, have a Name, and have some content (that is not just one tungle thread), or everything that significantly diverges from canon events and/or canon cast and has some content. if we go with four, nene joins the goth punks in two of them. this is because nene newgrounds has insane amounts of bonsai kitten swag. like, she seems like someone that could be molded to whatever shape you want with enough patience and the right approach. (either that or we just have some screws missing. or maybe it's both.) one of them has boyfriend of five night funking fame joining the goth punks, yhat is because he is not a bonsai kitten But, like everyone, he could shatter and be subsequently reshapen under the right circumstances, and vaguely late nineties to early two thousands poland seems like the right circumstances for him to shatter. sorry for posting about psychologically abusing blorbos on main do you still love me