#gloop the third

[pjblob]

Make Kitsu meet Gloop the third! >:D i'm interested on how that would play out >:]

-TP

Sorry for the late response! BUT NOW IM BACK AND YALL WILL GET YOUR ANSWERS✌️🫦

[liiiiianne]

💥Here's the pjm art I made while I was on break:

I put some pjm characters in a picker wheel to choose 2 characters randomly + a random trope/dynamic to go with it, then I drew it:

[yourlocalnameless]

yeah.

These ur favs? 🤨 (yeah 😔)

[cart00nhouse]

why do i never post anyway....

enjoy this art of my sillies ^_^

[wint3rl2nd]

why do these two give me the same type of vibe

[blossoming-sun]

the stupidest AU i have ever made is one where Gloop realises that he doesn't have enough money to buy fuel keep travelling between galaxies so he has to get a side job

He got the job by the way

[helianskies]

they've been on my mind recently, soooo...

Honey

Tolys twirls a pen around his fingers with absent-minded skill, leaning back in his chair and staring blankly at the screen in front of him.

It’s the last day of work before the holidays begin, and he hasn’t quite woken up enough to be here. He didn’t sleep that well and ended up leaving home in a hurry, so skipped the morning coffee (but not the traffic, Christ alive!), and his mind is still trying to catch up with him.

Granted, he’s only been on the clock for three minutes. He thinks that’s forgivable. Actually, management should consider themselves lucky he’s in, unlike about a third of the rest of his team, supposedly ill! From that alone, Tolys knows he's in for extra fun today.

A hefty sigh slips through parted lips. The pen stops spinning and is set down. Tolys sits up a little and seizes his mouse.

Time to get a grip, and get to work.

Or at least it is, until the door to his small team's office swings open and a familiar face—the only other face that'll appear today, in fact, while two other colleagues work from home—swans on in. 

Tolys bites back another sigh and returns to his monitor.

“Morgen!” greets the ever-beaming, ever-loud, ever-chatty Gilbert.

“You're late,” a far less enthusiastic Tolys points out.

“By four minutes,” Gilbert replies indifferently, “and technically, I'm not late at all. In fact, I'm early today; I arrived over half an hour ago and spent some time clearing emails before the day began,” he rattles on, a persistent creature, “but then I decided I would go out and get some coffee, knowing that we're a little understaffed. Speaking of which—”

Footsteps pad towards him and a takeaway cup is placed down on his desk. He stares at it, puzzled, and then looks back at Gilbert with a question in his eyes.

“Thought you might want some caffeine,” the other offers up by way of an explanation.

“Thanks…?”

In an instant, Gilbert's face drops, as does the confident act reserved for those who know him less.

“Don't sound too excited, eh? You might make someone jealous.”

Tolys tuts. Oh good, he's back. “Just didn't expect it,” he responds. “You're not usually the type for heart-warming gestures.”

“Is that a back-handed compliment I hear?”

“Why? Gone deaf all of a sudden?”

A soft snort of laughter escapes Gilbert, who is used to the banter that only they share. It's their kind of working relationship if… that's what you want to call it.

Gilbert and Tolys joined the company at the same time. They've learned the ropes and climb the rungs virtually hand-in-hand, and over the past two years, have gained a friendship that Tolys, at least, can't compare to any other he has. Gilbert rolls with the punches, he gets Tolys’ humour, he's not bad company when he wants to be.

Sure, he can be a pain in the neck. But he's a million miles better than Christoph, that's for sure!

His coffee, he discovers when he pops off the lid, appears just the way he likes it: dark as the night, no milk, no sugar. 

Well, no sugar, until Gilbert’s hand reappears on his desk and leaves behind a small tub of—

“Honey. Nice.”

Tolys is impressed. Maybe even a little surprised.

“Just for you, old man,” Gilbert says, flashing him a smile before he wombles around to his desk and sets down his own drink. “Begged and pleaded for that.”

“On your knees, I hope.”

“You wish.”

All the while he takes the pot in hand and begins to carefully peel away the film on top. Little does Gilbert know (or perhaps he does—perhaps he sensed it) how much he needs this drink. The honey is the icing on the cake!

As he pours the sweet gloop into his cup, Tolys masks a smile that might boost the other’s ego too much too early in the day, and peers over his computer at him.

“You pay attention to some funny details, you know.”

“Glad you called them ‘funny’ and spared me the trouble,” the other returned, trite. “Honey in coffee is as bizarre as it gets. But I suppose you are going senile, so…”

Old man jokes aside, the coffee is good. Like, it is actual, decent coffee. It makes up for his rushed morning, and makes Tolys feel like this final day before the holidays might be okay. It might just be an okay day.

Yet, just as he prepares himself to settle down and get back on track with work, feeling revitalised and more enthused, something else appears on his desk. A hat trick! But, this time, it’s not coffee nor a small tub of honey. Rather, what is pushed from Gilbert’s desk under monitors and past cables over to Tolys’ desk is a… present. A present wrapped up in festive holly-adorned paper.

Tolys stares as Gilbert’s hand slowly, not-very-slyly retreats. Then he stares at the alien object on his desk.

“What’s this for?” he asks after a long pause. 

“Easter,” Gilbert replies from behind his computer. 

“No, seriously,” Tolys says slowly. This is not something he wants to joke about, so he leans around his own monitor to seek the other out. “Why have you put this on my desk?”

Gilbert’s face emerges. It bears a quizzical look. “Because it’s for you,” he responds as though it’s a stupid question. “Merry Christmas…?”

A pit opens up in Tolys’ stomach.

“But… But I didn’t get you anything…”

“Do you need to?” Gilbert queries, just as curiously. 

“It’s rude not to.”

“‘Tis the season of giving, not receiving. Don’t worry about it—really.”

Normally, quick wit would have him respond with a snappy ‘didn’t take you for a giver in the first place’, but Tolys can’t bring himself to speak. He stares at the holly-wrapped item and wonders, first and foremost, what has possessed Gilbert to buy him a present (on top of the coffee!)?

No, no, no. This won’t do. He can’t just not buy Gilbert something. He would have to get Gilbert a gift, too—but it’s also the last day of work, and he isn’t sure when he’s next going to see him, so now he’s really in a pickle! Dammit, Gilbert! Christoph suddenly seems like a saint!

“You gonna get that, or…?”

A huff escapes him, and Tolys realises that the phone on his desk is ringing. Blood pumping and mind racing, he curses under his breath and picks it up.

Little attention is really paid to what the person on the other end of the line begins to say. All he can think about is what may be hiding beneath the wrapping paper, and whether or not he ought to try and get something during his lunch break for Gilbert in return. Some beer, some chocolate… Maybe a book…? 

Regardless of the pressure he’s feeling, Tolys has to remind himself of an obvious, simple thing: Gilbert got him a gift.That feels big. That feels like something important. That feels like a change in their relationship—and a change he wants to get to the bottom of. Just as soon as this call is over!

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[minniethemoocherda]

Morpherine Masterpost

This will be a Masterpost of all of my Morpherine fics! They can be seen as sequels to each other but can each be read separately. I have organised them below in chronological order. Each can be read here on tumblr as well as on my Ao3 and Fanfiction.net account. And you can listen to my spotify playlist that ended up inspiring some of these fics here. I hope you guys enjoy them! Xxxxx

Loving You is a Losing Game When Jean and Scott announce that they are expecting, Morph takes Logan on a night about town to drink away their problems. Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr Can I Lay By Your Side In the aftermath of Sinister's attack, Morph struggles to get to sleep, so Logan keeps them company by watching a movie. Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr Washing Machine Heart Logan hated galas. He hated stuffy rooms full of rich arseholes and stupid social conventions and food that wasn't actually designed to make you full. At least he had Morph to keep him company. Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr Just A Friend To You When Logan had learnt that Jubilee and Roberto were going on a date, The Wolverine had demanded that he chaperone them. After many protests, Jubilee had agreed, on the condition that Morph also came along. Which was how Morph came to find themselves that Saturday afternoon, watching a date, whilst on a not-date with the man they were in love with. Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr Stay With Me "NOOOOO!" Morph screamed as they woke up to find themselves sitting in a puddle of their own sweat and gloop. They screamed again as their bedroom door was broken down. "What's wrong?" Logan demanded, claws drawn and body tensed ready to pounce. "You giving me a fucking heart attack!" Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr Am I Pretty Enough To Fucking Die? They should have realised the first time that they should have died. Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr Saying Something Stupid "I know it was you." Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr You Are The Weapon I Chose In an abandoned compound in Mexico, Morph and Logan come across a girl with twin sets of two metal claws. (The third chapter was written for the prompt Slice of Life for Morpherine week 2024 @morpherine-events ) Ao3 | FF.net | tumblr

[5zzall]

Hello, sorry to bother you, I wanted to know if you could make an art of the third gloop in its human form

G-G-Gloop

[pjblob]

Drawing Gloop The Thrid today bcuz HE BARELY HAS ANY ART?? HELLO??

EXCUSE ME. That is absolutely CRIMINAL 😤🤬😭💔

This guy needs some love 😭😭😭 I still dunno how to draw him but i’ll get there hopefully 😭

Tell me I also wasn’t the only one to notice this-💀💀🏳️‍🌈

[liiiiianne]

Most accurate pjm fanart I've ever made💯💯

[yourlocalnameless]

Dont ever breathe near me mate😭🙏 I'll snatch your tail and arma-roll you into a cinnamon bun. NEVER SPEAK EVER AGAIN!!💯💯🔥🔥 (Cartoka had to help pharoh with forming a sentence with slang 😭)

[cart00nhouse]

AUGH

[saucyjothoughts]

I know this is such a weird request ,but I've asked who of them would be most likely to be a sperm donor ?

I think Jure.

I completely agree with your assumption of Jure, Anonyboo! Unfortunately, I went way too far with Bojan's answer.

Jure: has absolutely donated anonymously to a fertility service on several occasions. He was just upset they wouldn't let him write his own bio in the catalogue. "Sexy successful rockstar offers premium spunk for prospective parents seeking highly intelligent, GSOH, golden complexion, built-like-a-greek-god offspring. Superb genetics - come and get 'em."

Nace: might donate for a loved one through the proper medical channels, though he definitely wants to raise his own biological kids too and might be cautious of the implications. Would not donate to an anonymous fertility service.

Jan: would consider doing this for a loved one but would prefer to avoid getting doctors involved. Would be really chill about passing on his genes (he's just giving you some gloop in a pot, whatever happens after that is none of his business) until he sees the kid.

Kris: might donate to an anonymous service out of the goodness of his heart to help people who need it. Doing it for someone he knows, however, would have too many emotional complications.

Bojan: one of his best friends has a favour to ask. No, it's not the sort of thing they can ask over the phone. If they fly in, can they meet him for coffee? No, don't be nervous. It's a good favour.

So they want a baby. Except they have no intention of finding a life partner first and want to raise it on their own. Bojan begins to figure out where they're going with this. So... will he help a buddy out? He doesn't need to be involved after the conception, it would purely be a genetic gift. But they want to do it naturally if possible. Yes, that naturally.

The friendship has skirted the edge of something else before, maybe they've even been physical together. It wouldn't have to mean anything, it's just about baby making. So, Bojan - what do you think? You don't have to decide right away.

Around the most suitable dates, Bojan's friend makes another trip to Ljubljana.

The first time is awkward. They're friends, it doesn't feel like sex. Bojan's body doesn't want to. It almost ends with nothing, they almost call it off. But decide to spend the night together anyway, just catching up. Just getting physically comfortable with each other. A cuddle, a kiss. Someone has an orgasm by hand. No one gets pregnant.

The second time is better. Bojan is having fun, this feels like a good idea. Their baby is going to be so pretty, and conceived naturally in a cosy room full of affection and respect.

The third and fourth times are better still and by the fifth, Bojan wonders why they never thought of doing this before. They're so good at it.

It doesn't stick.

So next month, his friend makes another trip. All these plane tickets are still cheaper than IVF.

By now, Bojan has almost forgotten it isn't just a date, a dirty weekend. He's almost forgotten they have a job to do. Until his friend is lying on their back, their hips lifted, trying to keep everything inside, to let Bojan's seed find it's way. He looks after them, keeping them away from cigarettes and alcohol and making sure they don't do anything too strenuous and that they take their vitamins. He asks them if they're hoping for a boy or a girl. If they've thought of names. They're going to be the most wonderful parent.

This time, it sticks.

Bojan gets a very loud, enthusiastic facetime, the test being thrust up towards the camera so it's not even in focus but Bojan knows exactly what it means. It worked! There's a little baby growing in there! Bojan is going to be a da- no. He's a sperm donor.

And his friend has no reason to visit any more. Not now that Bojan has completed his promise. It was just a favour to a buddy, that's all. He doesn't have to be involved after the conception.

His job is done.

It's over.

[gloopqueen]

Marble v3

My third take on the design for Gloop's Wario, the goody-two shoes airship captain, patron saint of Pointy End Goes In The Witch, Marble.

I'd like to bring her to life on Twitch for dramatic storytelling purposes. Expect toxic yuri if I can nail the landing on this

[feriafaz]

What are your headcanons on PJM characters?

Honestly u didn't specify so

Gekko : Bros forever going to be short, and he also loves trolls

Catboy: He likes men and is a Sephora 10 year old

Owlette: has a flossy flash shrine in her closet

Newton: says "erm actually" and does the glasses thing

Anyu: Cries herself to sleep

Lilyfay: can't spell for shit, and she likes rollercoasters

Bastet: fucking loves those cat trees & meows a lot to the point she gets called a furry

Pharaoh Boy: calls Bastet a furry and likes to do makeup

Armadylan: throws a tantrum whenever he gets told no

Romeo: His hair is still slightly pink from the one shorts ep when it turned punk

Night Ninja: fucking loves the joker and makes to many references

Wolfy Kids: they watch Coco melon religiously

Luna Girl: watches monster high and crushes on Claudine

Carly: has a mlp g4 + g5 obsession

Cartoka: loves lightning McQueen in an unhealthy way

Orticia: yells at vegans

Munki Gu: he doesn't shower

PJ robot: the mom of the group

Gloop the Third: will bring up your trauma if he doesn't get his way

Motsuki: rob's toy stores

Glooplets & Ninjalinos: they are the reason prison exists

Octobella: she bullies the hell out of Percival and toddlers on Roblox

Pirate Robot: told Romeo to "Jump off the deck and break his neck"

Icecub: for some reason loves to sniff everything at bath & body works