#shut up gunky

[gunkyengines]

Genuine curiosity talking here, to those who see this post within the community: what do you classify as a proshipper and/or an anti? because there's never any consistency in the definitions I see, and because of that I have a subzero understanding of what most of the discourse actually is about. I feel I'm a little removed from the situation because I'm not necessarily aligned with anything bc of the lack of ideological read I'm getting from it. Only rule on this post is to not start discourse on it, I'm fucking begging, just let me know how you define the terms.

[whimsicalwhespir]

SKRUNGLY GREMLIN TIME BAYBEE

[scuslime]

Well! That was certainly a stream

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

After being in complete denial about the movie for the past 2 days I want to know if you happen to have nah recommendation or some good fanfics that is either based on Harry Potter or in the Harry Potter universe I’d appreciate so much. I think I’ve been scarred by this movie completely 😬

Yes. I am always happy to share uncredited works of she-who-must-not-be-named.

Amortentia by raspberrylimonade

(1/1 I 1,113 I General I Stydia)

Potions was always terrible in the week leading up to the full moon. Scott’s already heightened sense of smell was especially sensitive during this time. All the scents and fumes, on top of the typically gunky smell of the poorly ventilated dungeons, drove his nose crazy.

Today they were brewing amortentia. It was a rather difficult potion. Half the class was over-excited and making mistakes, which meant weird smells hitting his nose from all directions.

And then there was Stiles and Lydia’s potions.

shirley temple, on the rocks by orphan_account

(1/1 I 3,006 I Teen I Sterek)

“Are you sure you’re a Gryffindor?” Derek says.

“The hat did try to put me in Slytherin,” Stiles shrugs. “But I asked for Gryffindor, so," and he drains his drink, crunching on the bits of syrupy ice at the bottom.

kickstarts again by 1001cranes

(1/1 I 3,544 I Teen I Sterek)

Derek has known Stiles was his mate since Fourth Year; Stiles keeps getting lost on the way to the Common Room - these two things may very well be related.

That Witch! by sapphireginger

(1/1 I 3,580 I Teen I Hermione/Stiles)

“Are any of your books damaged?” he asked, prepared to pay to fix them if needed.

The girl quirked a brow. “Would it matter if they were?”

Stiles nodded seriously. “Absolutely. Books are knowledge. The destruction of knowledge is blasphemous in my book. Anyone who says otherwise is a bloody fool and—”

“I’m sorry,” she said between giggles. “You’re American. I wasn’t expecting you to say ‘bloody’.”

Mischief Unleashed by Artemis_Charmed for one-fandom-became-all-fandoms (Sara36913)

(1/1 I 6,241 I Teen I Sterek)

The thing was, magic was real. And the entire school was magical. Literally. The stairs moved; statues winked. There was a room that seemed to be around when you required it. So nothing should surprise him. Except. There was a large black wolf lying in a corner, under the half moon light shining through the window.

"The Enigma: Shadows of Magic" by uronthinicepal

(2/63 I 6,512 I Mature I Sterek)

When Stiles Stilinski finds himself at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he's placed in Ravenclaw. In a world where werewolves and wizards exist in the same universe. Instead of Scott navigating his own way, he is sent to Ilvermony, the school for magic in America, to assimilate into werewolf life. Stiles is magic, he is a spark. He is sent to Hogwarts to learn and for his own safety. Join Stiles on his enigmatic journey into the world of magic, where the unexpected can become the greatest hero. Oh, and Derek's here too.

Hufflepuffs Are Awesome by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

(1/1 I 10,524 I Teen I Sterek)

"My fierce firecracker,” Stiles gasps out, between laughs, “my precious little shortfuse.”

“Shut up, Stiles,” Derek says, his voice muffled as he hides his face in his hands.

“Captain Aggro, defending my honour,” Stiles chokes out, heaving himself upright. “My champion of love.”

“If you don’t shut up,” Derek warns him, “this bed is going to be your only companion for the next month.”

Or the one where Derek and Stiles are in Hogwarts, and there are shenanigans.

Dead Faint by MaddieStilinski

(1/1 I 29,872 I Not Rated I Sterek)

A few things happened in very quick succession once the potion had left Stiles’ hand. Derek brought it up to his eyes to look at it, shook it a little and uncorked it.

It took Stiles a couple of delayed moments to notice two very important things. The first, being the iridescent colours that danced across the top when Derek shook the potion. The second, that the room had started to spin around him. From very far away, Stiles registered the calming potion in Derek’s hand, transparent where it should have been blue. Derek brought the potion to his lips.

‘Wait-‘ Stiles started. Then, the room still spinning, he collapsed in a dead faint.

Moonwalkers by twinklingpaopufruit

(68/68 I 531,781 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles had his entire Seven Years of Hogwarts all planned out:

Prank and Prank Hard. Woo Lydia Martin. Avoid detention and Potions at all cost. Have crazy fun.

Enter brooding werewolf to send this plan to the bottom of the Black Lake.

[erisenyo]

For the ask game — may I humbly request Zukka + “You don’t have to stay” ? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

For this prompt game!

“You don’t have to stay,” Sokka says, taking a deep breath and fighting back the stinging heat behind his eyes, his fancy new shoes squishing unpleasantly with gunky basement-floor water and his favorite pants probably getting ruined and tonight was supposed to be fun and perfect and sexy and instead it’s awful and—

“I know,” Zuko says, tossing down a roll of paper towels from the top of the basement stairs that Sokka reflexively catches before it smacks him in the face, his gold eyes going wide before he ducks quickly away, muttering something about towels.

“Fuck, this is just—” Terrible, horrible, the worst timing of his fucking life, of all times for the sub pump to back up it chooses now, when he’s about to— “Ridiculous,” he says, trying to force a laugh and casting around for something high enough off the ground to put the paper towels on because they…really aren’t going to be enough.

“You don’t have to stay,” he says when Zuko reappears with towels, wincing when he notices Zuko’s nice, lovely clothes traded out for a pair of Sokka’s ratty sweats.

“Okay,” Zuko says, lips pursed as he eyes the steadily widening pool of water. “Should we get stuff off the floor?”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Sokka groans, tossing the towels down as some flimsy stop gap of a barrier and squeezing his eyes shut as something twists in his chest when he goes to pick up the first cardboard box to find it already sopping and soaked through and fuck, he can’t even remember what’s in here but it’s probably ruined. “You don’t have to be here for this.”

“Hm,” Zuko grunts as he hefts up a box, casting around before shoving it on top of the washing machine and leaving a wet dirt-streak behind that makes Sokka’s stomach drop.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry—I can’t believe this is happening, it’s so—you don’t have to deal with this, it’s disgusting, and we were supposed to—” Well, Sokka had hoped for a lot of things, tonight. “You don’t have to—”

“Sokka,” Zuko cuts in, sharp enough to grab Sokka’s attention up off the dirty stain on his shirt. “I know,” Zuko says firmly, brow furrowed. “You don’t have to keep saying it.”

“Just,” Sokka flounders, “This isn’t what we planned, we were supposed to—”

“And life doesn’t always go as planned,” Zuko shrugs, like it’s that easy, like it doesn’t matter, like— “That doesn’t mean I’m going anywhere, right?”

Sokka opens his mouth and stalls out, throat suddenly tight and empty.

“Okay?” Zuko presses, somehow gentle and firm at the same time. “I’m not going anywhere,” he says as he eases the box out of Sokka’s hands, setting it down on a chair before grabbing at Sokka’s wrist, that determined-focused look on his face like he gets when he’s saying one thing but trying to make Sokka understand what he means because he doesn’t know how else to put it, and—and—

“Oh,” Sokka finally says, the word coming out small, his voice shaking in a way he doesn’t want to show but also…but also in a way he maybe doesn’t have to hold back?

“You don’t have to make it perfect for me, Sokka,” Zuko says, searching his face before giving him one of his quick, flashing little smiles. “It’s already perfect, just because it’s use,” he says, sweet and simple and devastating and almost shy as he leans in for a quick kiss that sets Sokka’s head buzzing, spinning, Sokka standing there feeling quietly stunned and warm as Zuko goes back to shifting boxes. Feel like he can just be for the first time…in he doesn’t know how long, doesn’t remember a time when he could just let go like that, but—

“Don’t forget to breathe,” Zuko says without looking up, amused, and Sokka huffs out a shaky laugh before sucking in a deep breath, then another, feeling more solid with each one and looking around the mess, his panicky thoughts finally tripping toward something useful—turn off the water, disconnect the pump, call Bato for his shop vac.

He can’t actually stop right now, he actually needs to take care of this, sooner rather than later. But…it doesn’t have to be perfect, maybe. To still be okay.

[ssj2hindudude]

More Milk Problems

Sorta part 1

Aiden: Hey Brynne, you got anything to drink?

Brynne: Yeah. In the fridge

Rudy: Hey Cuz, uh, grab me a glass of Malk.

Aiden: They don't have any Malk but i can give you some Milk

Brynne: That's what he just said

Rudy: Yeah, I just said Malk

Aiden: Nah you're just saying it wrong. You're saying "Malk" like it's a disease.

Rudy: Well, how do you say it?

Aiden: I'm saying it the way everyone knows how to say it Milk

M-I-L-K

Brynne: Right! Like 2%

Rudy: Right! Whole Malk!

Aiden: Nonononono. Say "Milkshake"

Rudy: Milkshake

Aiden: Ok, now say Milk

Rudy: Malk

Aiden, to Brynne: Are you hearing this?!?

Brynne: Yeah! The man wants a glass of Mulk!

Aiden: ...Mulk?!?

Brynne: Give him the Mulk, Ammamma!

Gunky, popping in: Rinny, inside voices.

Brynne: Sorry, Gunky. My idiot friends.

*Gunky leaves*

Rudy: AIDEN! POUR ME. A GLASS. OF MALK!

Aiden: Why are you yelling at me?!?

Brynne: Just give him the freaking Mulk!

Aiden: You guys aren't even saying the same thing!

Rudy: WE'RE ALL SAYING MALK, AIDEN!

Aiden: NO, YOU'RE SAYING MALK! AND YOU'RE SAYING MU-

Rudy: MAAAALK!

Brynne: MUUUUUUULK!

Rudy: MAAAAAAAALLLLLLKKKK!

Brynne: MUUUUUUUULLLLLLKKK!

Rudy: MAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLKKK!

Aiden: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!

*puts his scimitars at his own throat*

Brynne, wielding Gogo: You better put it down!

Rudy, pulling out rocks: Don't, don't do it Aiden!

Aiden: YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME IF I KILL MYSELF?!? THAT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE!

*Rudy and Brynne look at each other*

*Brynne holds Gogo above her head and Rudy holds his rocks near his temples*

Rudy: AIDEN, PUT THEM DOWN! PUT THE SCIMITARS DOWN! PUT YOUR SCIMITARS AWAY!

Brynne: AIDEN, PUT THEM DOWN, NOW!

Aiden: I'M GONNA KILL MYSELF FOR THIS!

Rudy: YOU'RE LIKE A BROTHER TO ME!

Aiden, on the phone: And then we killed ourselves with our own weapons. The End.

Rudy: ...No, we're not filming that for Rudy Rox's promo vid!

Aiden: Why not?

Rudy: Because it's dark- you know what, nevermind...

[alien-hybreed]

The Abduction

Abigail's night is ruined. She thought tonight might finally be the night. She'd lined up a cute date at a Halloween party only to have her crush ditch her for another woman. Now she's walking home alone.

High above, it watches. The last of it’s kind. Cold. Alone. In her, it sees a kindred spirit, a future for its kind. Once it brings her on board the mothership, neither of them will be truly alone ever again...

The cold night air felt like it was biting into Abigail's exposed arms and legs as she solemnly strode along the dimly lit path. She sniffled, brushing her auburn hair away from her face as tears continued to stream down her face. She supposed this was how god might be punishing her for the indecency she'd been tempted into.

She hadn't expected Luke to take her up on the offer of being her date to the Halloween party, so she'd tried extra hard to look good for him. Too hard it had seemed. Was the sexy catholic school girl costume really such an affront to her beliefs that she'd deserved to be not only ignored, but ultimately ditched in favor of some busty, blonde, little bimbo? Ultimately the date had been a total disaster.

Abigail didn’t care how many people had stared when she cried at the sight of Luke and the other woman drunkenly making out in the booth. She'd high-tailed it straight out of there without even stopping to collect her coat. Admittedly, she did regret leaving that behind.

Grief-stricken, she had no idea where to go or what to do. She'd never felt so alone. She didn't want to go home but the thought of being around people made her uncomfortable and it was too late to seek refuge at her church. Though she'd have been too ashamed to go, were that even an option. Pausing to look up at the night sky, she mumbled a desperate plea;

“oh dear god, take away from here. Just let me start over. Let me be better.”

As if in reply to her prayer, she could smell a faint odour on the air, acrid and burnt like an overheating electronic device. The air around her seemed to shimmer like a heat haze before a flash of blinding white light forced her eyes shut. Abigail felt like in that instant she was on the sharpest drop of a rollercoaster. Weightless, her stomach catching in her mouth. And just like that, Abigail was there one moment, gone the next.

* * *

Abigail came to with a start, sprawled on a plain, gunmetal surface. Everything around her was pitch black. She hadn't partaken alcohol, had someone roofied her punch? Shivering, she picked herself up as a thick rivulet of clear slime dripped on her from overhead.

“ew, ew, ew!” she squeaked, frantically swiping at the trickle of slime as it ran down her neck and under her collar. It was freezing cold, thick and gunky as it slid down her back. A couple more droplets of the same fluid pattered down around her, but she couldn’t see anything but blackness when she looked up.

She thought that was odd, the floor was too smooth, too flawless for this to be a cave of any sort. Which means someone had to have made it…

“hello!? If this is someone's idea of a joke, congratulations, I'm real scared” she shouted to no avail. Nothing, not even an echo

“this isn't funny anymore, just let me out” still nothing. Her legs knocked together as she shivered. Unsurprisingly, her knee high socks and ridiculously short, tartan mini skirt did very little to keep her warm. Serves me right for not dressing up as a sexy cop or lumberjack, literally anything with pants would have been better, she thought. Also nowhere near as blasphemous. Luke was good looking but Abigail was really kicking herself for trying so hard to pander to his silly preferences.

“I just don't wanna be alone…” she murmured to herself. Much to her shock, something seemed to reply, like her own words being played backwards and slowed down.

“…who-who…. Who's there!?” the same sound as before, repeating itself was her only reply. Nervously Abigail began backing up. She shrieked as another strand of slime dripped down on her, soaking into her sleeve and bringing her arm out in goosebumps.

“this isn't funny, seriously just…” her voice trailed off as a low rumble above made her look up. The equivalent of a full drinking glass of slime dropped on her face with a sickening plop. She tried to shriek again but the slime was so thick she had to tear it away from her mouth just to breath.

She gasped for air as she desperately tried to wipe the rest of the strange liquid from her face. Just a little of it had touched her lip, it was surprisingly not unpleasant which was more than she could say for the rest of this experience.

“this is so messed up, please someone? Anyone!” she cried, choking back tears as her fear continued to grow. Abigail could hear something large and wet shifting in the darkness. As it did, a few more droplets of slime dropped on and around her. Abigail whimpered as she clawed at her hair, now wet and matted, desperately trying to clear the gunk from it.

So distracted by the gunk, she didn’t notice a thin, purple tendril snaking it's way towards her from out of the dark until she felt the sticky, soft, warmth of it's flesh on her leg as it coiled around her leg.

“Christ!” She screamed, stumbling backwards, hyperventilating as she shook her leg to try and shake the thing free. Feeling the hard surface of a wall behind her, Abigail panicked as she realized she was now stuck between a hard place and whatever this was.

The tendril was slithering up her thigh, tugging at her as it did so. She shrieked and screamed as she swatted at the appendage, trying to prise it off her or slow it somehow. Everywhere her skin was touched by it's slime now felt cold and tingled with the most peculiar numbing sensation. Only when the tentacle had enough of her leg in it's grip to anchor her in place did it finally stop, the tip hovering ominously an inch away from her miniskirt.

“oh no, oh nononono this can't be happening…” she blurted as she frantically looked around for any way out or a tool she could use to fend off the thing. Instead the wall seemed to just curve away into the darkness on either side. That would make this some sort of circle or chamber… or pit… was this hell? Surely not. Despite her desperation to date Luke, she hadn’t done anything? Thought about it and chastised herself maybe but nothing to warrant being damned to hell surely.

That’s when she noticed a surprising sensation in her trapped leg. The tentacle seemed to be massaging it. Her breath caught in her throat as she looked down to see it expertly working her calf muscles.

“that’s… oh that's… good?” she stammered, laughing a little hysterically at how absurd this was. A thin trickle of slime dripped on her shoulder and into her collar but she paid it no heed, as she was so focused on the motion of the tentacle on her leg. It's warmth was somewhat welcome given how painfully cold she'd been.

“You're uh… not so bad… right?” she murmured, slowly moving her hand towards it. Indifferent to the hand hovering over it, the tentacle kept constricting and releasing. Slowly, Abigail rested her hand on it and gently gripped it's tip. It almost tickled as it squirmed in the palm of her hand, smearing sticky strands of slime all over it. But it was so warm and the bones in her fingers had been so cold…

Abigail breathed deeply a few times and began to relax. This was beyond weird but at least she seemed safe or in no immediate danger. Briefly releasing her hold on the tentacle, she held her hand up close to her face to get a look at the white, translucent goop. As she looked closely at it dripping from her hand, she couldn't stop thinking about how it tasted before. How pleasant it was as it tingled on the edge of her lip. Slowly leaning closer, she carefully licked at the tip of her forefinger. How strange, it was salty and sweet at the same time, it's texture thick and rich, yet it dissolved in her mouth like it was nothing.

She stared at her hand for a moment, wrestling with the urge to lick it clean when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Three more tentacles hovering in the dark, like snakes ready to strike.

“um… hi?” she offered weakly, nerves and an escalating sense of dread creeping back into her mind. At no point did the tentacle on her leg stop massaging and that was proving to be quite a distraction. Abigail didn't even notice she'd put her hand back on it.

“well this, sure has been a thing” she stammered, trying not to smile at how good her leg was feeling. The tendrils snaked their way through the air towards her as the wet shifting sound came again, sounding closer this time.

“but y'know I really ought to be on my way now…” her voice trailed off as the tendrils drew close enough to touch her and dozens more seemed to be writhing in the dark. One of the three foremost tentacles began snaking it's way around Abigail's other leg, the sudden rush of cold numbness followed by the sticky warmth made her exhale sharply.

“ok um, please, I really should…” she began to stammer as the other two tendrils moved for her miniskirt

“whoa no that… that is not happening” she stuttered, blushing as she fought to hold her miniskirt down with her hands, unintentionally smearing the slime on her hand across her inner thigh. As a couple more tentacles snaked through the air towards her, Abigail’s lips quivered from both fear and impulsive need to taste the slime again. The tendrils seemed to be aware of this, moving closer and closer towards her face, almost as if to tease her. Abigail turned her head away and closed her eyes, silently praying for the tentacles to leave her be. To cease this... temptation.

She shuddered as she felt a large glob of slime land squarely on her collarbone and dribble down the curvature of her breasts into her cleavage. Her body was numb and tingling all over, save for where the warm tentacles massaged her legs. She could feel her knees beginning to buckle as she replayed the memory of tasting the slime on her finger over and over.

Anxiously, she bit at her lip as she felt a tentacle brushing against her cheek while another lightly stroked at her neck. The sound of something enormous drawing close with a series of wet smacking, plopping sounds forced Abigail to open her eyes. The sound had made her think of an enormous bag of sausages spilling open and much to her horror, it didn't look that far from it.

Dozens, hundreds of bright purple tentacles of varying sizes were unfurling, like a horde of snakes dispersing. Nestled at the heart of the mass was some sort of body or head tentacle that they all seemed to join to. Slowly, the tentacle peeled open like a banana, revealing a bright green interior full of smaller green tentacles that writhed from it's center.

Amongst them was a particularly bulbous purple tentacle that seemed to have eight amber eyes, four in a diamond pattern on either side of it. Abigail screamed as loud as she could, the tentacles filling the air around her. The bulbous purple tentacle lashing across her like a giant tongue licking at her. Thick ropes of slime cascaded over and around her as Abigail’s scream became a silent shriek. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as purple tendrils stroked at her face and chest. More snaked their way around her legs, eagerly hovering below her miniskirt.

Slowly, she began to gasp shallow breaths, her pupils dilating to tiny pinpricks as the slime saturated her clothing and was rapidly absorbed into her skin. The powerful aphrodisiac and stimulants in the slime had been gradually influencing her earlier, but now her nervous system was all but bursting with the sudden sensory overload.

The addictive quality of the slime had an almost immediate effect as the young woman took her hands from her miniskirt and began clawing at her blouse, yearning to feel the creature's slime against as much of her bare skin as possible. The buttons on her blouse either slid free or popped off in her frenzy, Abigail had no concept of patience or care in that moment. She wasn't alone and she craved intimacy.

She giggled playfully as the large purple tentacle slid up her belly, between the exquisite cleavage formed by her black lace bra and against her cheek. As it snaked past her face, she eagerly licked at it's flanks, taking in mouthfuls of the arousing slime. She liked feeling like this, she wanted more.

She felt the giant tentacle pull away while the tendrils at her waist tore her miniskirt from her, plucking off her black g-string with a snap. Abigail ripped at her bra until the straps and fasteners gave way. She flung it aside before pressing herself against the wall, throwing her head back and arching her spine to present her breasts to the creature.

“can't be alone. Don't leave me, don’t stop” she slurred. As if on cue, the bulbous tentacle spewed forth a torrent of slime, splattering across Abigail's chest and oozing over her toned stomach and down her legs. Gasping and gleefully chuckling, she leaned forward to let the slime drench her face and pour into her mouth before leaning back to gulp at the delicious juices.

Drenched head to toe in a thick layer of the white slime, Abigail began running her hands up and down her body, kneading and pulling at her tits, occasionally stopping to caress and squeeze the tentacles that writhed over and around her. Slowly, the tentacle nearest her vagina opened like a flower, allowing a smaller, green, incredibly phallic tentacle to emerge and begin grinding against her slit.

Abigail's legs finally buckled, as she slumped onto the tentacle. She virtually impaled herself on it as it punched deep into her vagina. As she did, tentacles coiled around her arms to hold het up. Another set of tentacles coiled around her tits, massaging them with the same expertise as the earlier motions on her legs.

Abigail groaned unintelligibly as her head lolled from side to side. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when another phallic tentacle slithered through her anus while a trio of tentacles ending in bright green suckers clamped over her nipples and clit. Driven by pure instinct, she rolled her hips back and forth, working the tentacles in her pussy and ass to and fro, creating a wondrous sensation.

This must be heaven, thought her intoxicated brain. Nothing else could be so sublime or euphoric. Hungrily, her jaw hung agape, trying to mouth wordlessly 'please' over and over. As if in response to her plea, the giant purple tentacle split open and engulfed her face.

Abigail moaned with delight as she felt something slither into her mouth and begin to pump more of the delicious slime. She gurgled and slurped as more and more of the liquid flowed into her body, permeating every fibre of her being. She shuddered as her body was wracked by it's first ever orgasm.

But at no point did the tentacles even so much as pause or slow their pace. Utterly relentless in their work, they kept massaging, sucking and fucking every inch of her. Abigail groaned repeatedly as her body relaxed into their grip, the tentacles in her mouth, pussy and ass growing thicker, pushing deeper, endlessly pumping slime into her. She writhed and tried to squeal as another orgasm rocked her body from head to toe.

Yet, the tentacles kept going. Abigail didn’t care how much of her own drool dripped from her mouth or the copious amounts of slime and vaginal discharge that rained down from her pussy as a third orgasm blew her mind and made her toes curl.

Intoxicated and overstimulated beyond being able to think or move, she didn't notice the creature drag her into the centre of the room. Nor did she notice how her body hung limp in it's grasp as it propped her up in it's center, occasionally jerking and twitching as another orgasm rolled through her. All that mattered was the next rush of erotic bliss, all other sensations might as well not exist.

Abigail barely even felt the green tentacles swarming around her, gripping her tightly as the creature's main body seemed to be folding shut around her. Eventually the purple tentacles wrapped around it's body and grew tighter and tighter. Abigail didn't care, encased in slime and silky flesh that clung to her tentacle-wrapped figure, the only thing she felt was the approach and arrival of the next orgasm.

Outside, the slime encasing each tentacle hardened, turning the creature into a giant cocoon for Abigail.

* * *

She dreamed of bright lights and other worlds. She dreamed of others, other tentacle beasts, roaming the cosmos, alone in their vessels. One by one, she felt their light darken and disappear until it was just her. Cold. Alone. Drifting. Except that wasn't her, Abigail knew this wasn’t her but it all felt so real.

Periodically she stirred from her surreal dreams to find herself floating in darkness, the sensation of warm flesh enveloping her completely. An orgasm would begin to build in her loins as the tentacles in her pulsed in time with her own heartbeat. She struggled to no avail as her arousal peaked, the tentacles pumping more slime into her that nudged her back into unconscious bliss.

As she slumbered, she would dream of strange languages, biology beyond human understanding. More and more frequently, she dreamed of herself as the tentacle creature. Sometimes she dreamed she was searching for a body she could adapt to become her vessel on the little blue world below. She was so alone, she needed to not be alone.

As she dreamed, her tentacles tightened around her, hugging her body as firmly as she could. She dreamed she was the human chosen for it's compatibility and then she would dream she was herself again, inspecting the human's form as she prepared to merge with it.

Again she would awake, her body aching as it grew accustomed to having bones. Her muscles ached as they stretched and grew. Her skin felt sore where her old form had fused to it's human body. Again, when it became too much, her consciousness would slip away and allow her to sleep off her growing pains…

* * *

The cocoon began to crack open, thick rivulets of white slime oozing from the breach in it's side. Several tentacle tips pushed at the crack, splitting it open and widening it until the body of a young woman slid free amidst a gush of slime.

Her purple flesh glistened in the low light as the slime slowly slid from her. Her head was crowned with a mass of tentacles in place of her hair, with dozens of larger, thicker tentacles extending from her shoulders. Slowly the tentacles began to twitch then wriggle, slithering back and forth like a nest of snakes. Her slender arms and legs slowly pulled her upright, her eight amber eyes darting around the control room of her spaceship.

Incredible, she thought. It felt so bizarre, yet so familiar to have arms and legs but equally so to have tentacles so suddenly.

She was neither Abigail or the pilot. She was now both. Both minds and bodies, merged flawlessly into a singular entity with the memories and personality of both. It was like everything until now had been a dream and only now was she truly awake for the first time.

She reached out with a tentacle and spoke the operation command. Sensing her DNA and the authority that came with it, the ship beeped in response. Immediately, three dimensional lights appeared in the air before her. Graphs and images showing a microscopic view of her cell structure told her the merging was successful beyond her initial hopes. Her new body was extraordinarily fertile and ready to begin repopulating her species.

Smiling wryly as she reviewed an assessment of viable human contributors. She remembered enough of Abigail's past life to see the irony in this. Chuckling to herself, she primed the teleporter and prepared to reacquaint herself with a very specific male…

* * *

She could hear the male and female grunting and moaning in the bedroom next to the kitchen the moment she appeared in a bright flash of light. Luke and his mate.

How oddly fortunate that his DNA would be an optimal match with her own. Abigail would have been mortified by what she was about to interrupt and what she would do to them. But she wasn't Abigail anymore. Her body was already secreting it's slimy coating as the thrill of seizing Luke and using him stirred her arousal.

Her tentacles twitched with excitement as she flung the bedroom door open. They were both naked, the other woman was riding Luke in a reverse cowgirl position while he gripped her ass and stared at the way his cock plunged in and out of her sopping wet pussy.

Before either of them could react, their intruder's tentacles lashed out, wrapping around both of the hapless humans. Abigail ripped the woman free, wrapping tentacles around her arms and legs to hold her at the edge of the bed.

“wait your turnnn” she hissed at the her before stuffing a tentacle into the woman's mouth while smearing a handful of slime across Luke's face. Clambering atop him in a reverse cowgirl position of her own. Luke's eyes rolled as the slime immediately took a hold of him.

Now that she was part human, Abigail's slime was refined, perfectly adapted to work on humans. Her tentacles slithered around Luke's cock and steered it into her eagerly awaiting pussy. Abigail hissed and slithered her tentacles all up and over his body as she gyrated her hips against his, he bucked up to meet her and match her pace. His body was limp save for his waist and cock which possessed an unnatural vigor thanks to Abigail's slime.

“See, bitch. He's mine” groaned Abigail, her eyes boring into the other woman's. She squealed and kicked, making Abigail chuckle. Abigail squeezed her own tits and caressed her stomach and thighs with her hands as if to mock the woman's earlier movements.

“how's that huh? How do you like it now huh?” she hissed, relishing the woman's outrage as she struggled against her tentacle bindings.

“oh no, that's rhetorical, dear. You'll enjoy this, just like him” teased Abigail as the tentacle she'd stuffed in the woman's mouth began dribbling slime into her mouth. Abigail chuckled as her competitor slackened before eventually to sucking at the tentacle.

Beneath her, Luke's cock and balls had started to swell and take on a purplish tinge as the slime altered his reproductive organs to suit Abigail's needs. Abigail gasped as she felt the warm splash of Luke's cum surging into her womb.

For a solid minute, Luke kept cumming, pumping copious amounts of seed into her. Abigail pulled the woman close, panting as she felt her body taking Luke's seed and processing it. Instinct was guiding her as she felt a tentacle extend from between her shoulders and wriggle into the woman's pussy.

The blonde gagged on the tentacle in her mouth as she tried to cry out. Abigail slid her tentacles free and embraced the woman. Her tentacle sliding back and forth in the woman's throbbing pussy. The woman hugged her tightly, stroking Abigail's tits and ass as she continued to milk Luke's cock.

“now it's your turn” chuckled Abigail as her tentacle began pumping slime into the woman's womb. She cried out, hugging Abigail tightly as thick bulges worked through the tentacle and into her. Each bulge was a rapidly gestating egg, created by Luke's altered seed, fertilizing the hundreds of mutated ovum produced in Abigail's womb.

The blonde looked at Abigail with a vacant, giddy expression, her mind utterly crushed by Abigail's secretions and actions.

“that's what you get for not having any protection” giggled Abigail as she withdrew her ovipositor tentacle from the woman and stood up. Luke's cock slid free of her with a wet flop.

Standing on the bed over him, Abigail pulled him up with her tentacles and held him close to her while she watched the woman's body rapidly swelling with the dozens of hybrid offspring gestating within. Satisfied with her work, Abigail signaled the mothership to teleport the three of them back aboard.

Now, that she knew the breeding process worked, she intended to make plenty of use of Luke's manhood. Given the how unlikely it was that she could re-use the woman as a surrogate for her young, Abigail was already shortlisting candidates for her next batches.

Yes, there were no shortage of women she'd relish inflicting that upon. She would teach them all a lesson. The bright light flashed and Luke, his fling and Abigail vanished into the night...

[azukokarisma]

Chapter 11 - Love Shack (NSFW)

“Get the curtain.”

After a quick stop at Pina’s dorm for lube and a tiger-sized condom, Bill and Pina now find themselves at the secluded shack again, for the second time this week.

Bill pulls the floor-length curtain shut, sealing away the outside world and leaving just him and Pina in the little shack, which appears to have been repurposed to be a miniature love hotel. The old and gunky lube plus the ancient condoms both in the nightstand drawer signal that it’s fallen out of use, so hopefully nobody else knows they’re here.

Bill’s mind is running full steam ahead; this is his first time with an herbivore, a male one at that. He cares so much for Pina, and the deepest, most primal parts of his heart want this, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t worried about anything going wrong.

Sitting on the bed, Pina wrangles his thoughts in. What worries him is the fact that he can’t mess up tonight; with any other fling, he could toss them away and move onto the next hole or dick to pleasure himself with. Bill’s different – if they’re incompatible in the sheets, then there’s not a whole lot that can be done, save for breaking it off. Needless to say, the pressure is on Pina to perform and take good care of his tiger, because he’s the one with the experience in the sack.

Bill sits down on the bed as well, his weight causing Pina to tilt into him a bit.

Pina wraps his arms around Bill from the side, as he nuzzles his snout against the tiger’s shoulder. “How’re you feeling, Billy?”

“...Nervous. B-But, excited too.”

[drowninghell]

Crossfire

Ch6

Riona x Raph

An; distressing content minors dni , a bit of a shorter chapter today!! Bless we get a little snipped of human Riona in today’s chapter!! FYI when she was younger she kept it in a Bob for handiness

“ we are listening.”

It was raphael’s gruff voice that broke the silence first folding his arms across his broad chest, leaning against the door frame. He stood closest to her, almost protectively. The rest of the gang in various positions along the apartment, in April’s apartment. Raging eyes full of accusation and questions stared at the hit woman. She stared back with as much annoyance as she could muster. The previous brilliant pink eyes had faded back to their natural emerald, retaining a somewhat human look to her once again. Still , nothing was human about her , not anymore. Here she sat at the table, scratches and cuts all over her. Thanks to her FAILED task of the night.

“ what do you want to know.” She exhaled, leaning back into her chair with a nonchalant attitude. Picking at her own fingernails as a way to distract her from looking at April’s hurt expression, or the look of anger and rage on her soulmates. Why did she have to get involved.

“ who are you?” Leonardo was the first to speak up as he stood tall, walking with a majesty that demanded respect, she glanced quickly at him before pressing her lips into a thin line. “ you already know who I am.” She answered back, an attitude to her tone , a snide remark , Her lip pulling in annoyance.

“ just answer the question.” He was cool, calm. If he was irritated, his face showed none of it. Rolling her eyes she relented. “ Riona adams.”

“ what are you doing here?”

“ stopping shredder.”

“ why?”

“ because it’s none of you damn business.”

The questions went back and forth, the minute the eldest turtle pried too much the woman would snap back and shut him out all over again, truly, it was visible how damaged she was, how she had yet to heal from whatever trauma had happened.

Before hand Raphael had seen that measured and composed version, the well practiced, straight edged curt woman he had come to know. However that was Ryan, now, this, this was riona. Snarky, raw with emotion, fiery , powerful. This was someone he saw as his soulmate.

He decided to intervene, take a different approach. Pulling a chair out at the table he spun it backwards before taking a seat , folding his thick arms and leaning on thr back of the chair ,he spoke.

“ what’s that pink stuff ?” He wasn’t demanding, he spoke like he was having a conversation and straight away she responded positively, looking towards him. His golden green eyes where soft and inviting, encouraging her to speak.

“ it’s mutagen.”

It was the brains of the group’s turn to speak up as he pulled down his goggles and gawked into the vial. “ how? It’s pink in colour, mutagen is like a dark gunky purple.” Stepping closer he examined the vial noticing her wince at the substance and then taking the initiative to take a step back, a shimmer of that pink broadcasting across her eye before disappearing all together.

“ shredder had some guys working it for months, they reverse engineered it to modify people without turning them into animals , so they would be easier to have in public.” Now riona was speaking his language. His eyes brightening with the knowledge. “ modify them how?” He was curious, genuinely. “ they said they wanted super soldiers, people that couldn’t be hurt, where faster, stronger, obedient , basically powerful zombies with no free will.” They where silent for a moment, all exchanging glances, all this was happening right under their nose, they Knew the foot where quiet the past few years and this explained it.

“ did they have any successes?”

“ no.” Riona sighed, “ by the time I had caught on to what was happening, that they where experimenting on people , my old squadron and I where already next to be tested on, it always rejected though, I suppose I just got lucky that it didn’t reject for me.”

At that information raphael’s face fell, eyes widened, his heart sank into his chest. They tested on her? Like she was some experiment. This unbridled rage traveled through him and he found it hard not to let it show, gritting his teeth together.

“ I thought I had destroyed the last of it when I escaped a year ago but obviously not, I got a tip from my skip tracer and she told me that they where moving more tonight, and then YOU lot ruined my plan to eliminate it.”

Mikey looked offended, hand on plastron, Raphael and Donatello rolled their eyes where as Leo genuinely was aghast. “ we wouldn’t have had to shadow you had you just been honest.”

“ what? Why would I be honest with you, I barely know you.”

“ you know Raph.”

Raphael straightened up and gave his brother a dirty look for the jag.

“ I’ve been planning to get back at the foot for a year , why would I tell someone I just met my diabolically master plan.” Using her hands to show her frustration. The sarcasm was brutal.

Although she was right, he couldn’t help but feel hurt, he thought what the shared was real, was meaningful.

“ diabolical is right, you are a murderer.” Leonardo was snide in his comment, he couldn’t help it, the woman his brother was mated to was the rivalry of everything he believed in. He believed in justice, in right and wrong. In good and evil. Riona, whatever her intentions, she was evil, she killed without justified reason.

At that comment, it was as though all the oxygen was sucked from the room. Mikey’s eyes widened as he slid down the couch. A cruel smile cracked along riona’s tired features as she shook her head. “ yeah? So what I’m a murderer, at least when I put the bad guys down they stay down Leo!” Looking up between her furrowed brows at him, that hot temper raining through. “ I mean if you all had of actually put shredder down in the first place we wouldn’t be sitting here having this conversation , would we?!” Her voice was raising as she stood up from her chair, hands slamming the table. Straight away Raphael and Donatello where standing between the two, she was grinning at how easily she got under his scales.

Diverting from the conversation April stepped up towards Riona cautiously, as though she was afraid she would get bit.

“ when I found out about, we’ll everything, I did some digging of my own.. and we’ll, the only thing I found is this.” Slowly, she handed out a small piece of paper, no, a photograph. Gently, the brunette took the photo from the reporter , looking down before a lump rose in her throat.

Hand trembling. When homeland security was erasing riona’s identity to help protect her, all her photos, her family records, everything had to go with it.

She never thought she would see this again with her own eyes, that she would see her again. Her sister. Her innocent twelve year old sister aoife. As she stared at the photo her thumb brushed over it gently, tenderly. Those predatory eyes filling up , before she swallowed it down. Ice replacing that lasting emotion.

“ stacks’ scientists kept everything on a hard drive , they documented everything, hack into their system and everything will be there, notes, video logs, everything. “ with that, she spun on her heels and stormed out, taking that photo with her.

—————————

Raphael knew without a doubt he would find her here, staring out over that bustling new York skyline, legs dangling over the edge without a care in the world. He always found her here. Enjoying the cool breeze that wafted through her thick brunette locks.

Usually she would be looking out with an absent mind, however today he found her , head hung low, bangs shadowing her eyes , staring at the slip of paper in her callused hands.

He took a seat next to her, closer than he usually would have. Intentionally invading her space. Inserting himself into her bubble. Tonight, she didn’t mind. Everything was exposed, the fact she was a monster, a murderer. She expected this late night visit was his way of kindly rejecting the bond between them. Swallowing that lump in her throat she lifted her head, craning her head to look up to him. She didn’t say anything though.

“ who’s that?” He inquired, nodding to the photo , crinkling her eye brows before taking a minute to think.

“ awe, this is aoife. She was my kid sister.” She handed him the photo and he examined it. “ was?” He quipped quietly. “ yeah.” She looked away, feeling that dull sting in her eyes. Ever since aoife’s death, she’s been alone. never speaking to anyone about it, no one was around to remember her but riona and that hurt most. Raphael examined the photo , chuffed before looking back to riona. “ looks like ya’” while her eyes where filling up she smiled through the welling tears. “ my mum used to say that all the time.”

He couldn’t believe it, she was letting him in. Opening up in her own little way and he loved hearing. “ I had to come back early from deployment to look after her, my parents where older so in the end I got soul custody, It was my job to keep her safe.” She sighed, that usually velvety voice quivering with this anger, this frustration at herself. “ what age was she?” Keeping the conversation, he asked innocent questions, never forcing an answer. “ she was twelve.” When he heard her voice crack with built up emotion, he sighed before looking down at her, slowly small tears flowed down her swarthy cheeks, angling her head away from him.

“ com’ere’” he whispered, opening out his arms, she didn’t hesitate to accept, crawling into his lap, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. Slowly he closed his big arms around her , caging her in. In this short, sweet moment he protected her from everything the world had to offer. Resting his chin on her forehead, giving her a gentle squeeze.

“ I - I have to get some justice for her, I did everything they asked, I don’t know what else I was supposed to do? They still killed her raph- what was I-?l “ She was angry now, like a little child in his arms, clinging to him as though her life depended on it. Pressing a firm kiss to the crown of her head he shushed her soothingly, “ take your time.” His deep voice rumbled.

“ shredder gave us all an ultimatum, that if we didn’t hand ourselves over for testing he would do it on our family members.” She began, and as she started, Raphael already knew where this was going and his heart sank deeper into his chest. Gritting his teeth together. “ I went along with it, left Aoife with a friend, I mean, I did what he asked, I did everything, do you know what being tested on means? I never fought back.” She sighed , sinking into his warmth.

“ he still took her, tested on her to see how the mutagen would react with me when I was angry, only she rejected it.” She sobbed, her hands gripping at him as though she would fall into that pit of doubt and self grief, as though he was her one life line. “ she was fucking twelve Raph, of course I went after every bastard that had anything to do with it.”

She was cold, shaking. Rubbing her arms he hugged her, letting her empty those volatile emotions out,her body wracked with sobs, that grief and guilt she had been walking around with in secret.

Picking up on a slight sound behind him, the big bara glanced from the corner of his eye ,he spotted his brothers. All three of them. Their expressions horrified. The ninja’s heard her heartfelt confession, her reasoning for becoming a calculated murder. Donnie and Mikey made their exit first silently, Leonardo stared for a bit, and suddenly , he seen himself in that woman. How she corrupted and changed herself into this instrument of revenge, all to avenge her family. Her little sister. He knew for a fact, had he been in her position , he would have done the exact same thing.

“ it’s okay, you’re alright I got ya.” He mumbled quietly. “ you aren’t getting outta my sight.”

Next chapter

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[katsuki-king-of-twinks]

My dude.. everyone's complaints about the new tumblr update and how it deals with tumblr live (gag) are totally valid, but like...

My real issue is that the tumblr app has just straight up fucking frozen and crashed, and also needed to be shut down and restarted --just while I was scrolling down my dash-- like 5-6 times in the last 2 days. Even when I've been connected to wifi. That has NEVER been a problem for me on this app, EVER.

Like, I'm used to it being a little slower and gunky when I don't have access to wifi, but also I work in a place where service is shitty, so that's generally true for all apps. But when I'm connected to wifi... like, it has never been this bad.

@staff what the actual fuck did you do with this most recent update??? This is annoying as hell, fucking fix it please...

[whumpy-tiime]

Shifting Shapes - #2

Guess who got a sudden burst of energy today and wrote 2000 words of hurt/comfort :D

I knoooow I should probably keep the timeline consistent but I can’t help but jump around a bit and get to the comfort Norman deserves, even though I’ve barely written any actual whump about him- who cares have some comfort :)

“It was a gift from my mother,” Norman stated, fiddling with his fingers as he avoided her angry gaze.

“Your ‘mother’? No, no no no,” the medic shook her head and clutched the necklace, “How did you get this!?”

“It was my mother’s,” Norman lowered his head, frantically fidgeting with his fingers.

“No, I refuse— no. Just no. This was my moms. I would’ve known if she had…,” Melissa paused her tirade against the anxious man to look at him with disdain, “You.”

“Dad— um, Stephen made me,” Norman muttered, his face growing a light shade of red.

“What?” Was all the other could get out as she stared in bewilderment.

“Stephen, he made me. I was made with amoeba and human cells. There might’ve been chemicals involved but I can’t remember,” the shorter man quietly tried to explain.

“So, you were an experiment? That doesn’t make you their son,” Melissa snapped.

“They called me their son,” Norman whispered, looking at the great carpet on the ground.

“What?” Melissa’s eyes widened, her face turning an angry shade of red.

“They called me their son. They named me,” Normans voice raised in panic and exasperation.

“Please, you were a pet,” Melissa spat, putting the necklace in her lab coat pocket.

“What? No. They were my parents— wait that’s mine,” Norman desperately tried to reach for the pocket before his wrist was grabbed.

“Shut up. They were my parents. I would know if they got a pet. Don’t you dare act like you actually knew them,” the medic stared at the other while tightening her grip on his wrist, “For all I know, you were the one that killed them.”

“What?” Norman blinked at Melissa. He couldn’t even comprehend that thought. Did she actually think he killed them? They were his parents, they loved him and he loved them.

“Stay away from me, fuckin’ monstrosity,” Melissa dropped his wrist with a look of disgust and walked out of the room.

Norman was left alone. He stood, face blank and mind processing. His eyes slowly started to leak with tears as his body slowly broke down into the black sludge it was made of. The deterioration started with his legs slowly becoming a puddle as the rest of his body melted. As his legs disappeared, his torso soon followed, making the gunky puddle bigger. His neck, face and hair soon disappeared. All that was left was a dark, bubbling puddle of goo. Two eyes stared at the ceiling, still excreting salty tears that just got absorbed by the slime.

Usually Norman would make some effort to at least close his door so no one could see, maybe try to move under the bed or in a jar, but he couldn’t. All he wanted to do was be a sad pile of sludge and for once he was going to let himself be.

Was he really just a pet? But they said he could call them mom and dad, Pets didn’t do that, did they? He was their son, their child, they adopted him. They taught him everything he knew, they took care of him. He couldn’t just be a pet, he was their son—

“Am I… interrupting something?” a familiar voice came from the doorway. It was rugged but soft.

Norman looked at him. Of course it was Axle. The leader always managed to find him at the worst times. Exactly what he fucking needed.

The puddle attempted to shift into a human, managing a silhouette of slime before falling back into a puddle. More tears fell out of the eyes that were embedded in the goo.

“Hey, are you ok? Can you talk to me when you’re, uh, like this?” Axle vaguely gestured at Norman.

The eyes blinked at the man.

“Is that a no?” Said man sat criss cross by the puddle. Though he was exceptionally grossed out by the dark, gooey puddle, he was the leader, and as the leader he had to check in on his teammates, even if a teammate was gross as hell and hard to be around.

“Is it ok if I stay here? Blink once for no, twice for yes,” Axle let out a small sigh.

The eyes stared for a moment and before making any better judgment, they blinked twice.

“Alright, are you, um.. are you crying? Is that what’s happening? Sorry, it’s uh, it’s a bit hard to tell,” the team's leader tried to get some sort of grasp of the situation happening.

The green eyes glanced away before blinking twice.

Axle stared at the slime.

“Ok, do you think you could try to tell me why? I know you can’t talk like this, but maybe there’s something we could do,” Axle brought a hand to his chin in thought, going through different communication methods he had learned.

Norman simply looked at the man. Was he really trying to comfort him? Or at least trying to understand him? It felt weird. He wasn’t sure if it was working but a part of him that craved attention thought so.

The sticky goop gradually formed into a full silhouette of a human. Once the dark silhouette was formed, color and textures soon filled in the smooth darkness, creating skin, hair, and clothes.

Axle focused on the man in front of him, eyes wide. He had never seen him shift that close before. He could practically see every fiber of slime shift into a completely different shape and color. There was something hypnotic about it, like watching a chameleon change to match its background.

Norman sat across from Axle, copying the way he sat.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to be… like that,” Norman apologized to his leader before he got reprimanded, his speech unarticulated and robotic.

“Huh? Oh, it’s fine. I mean, you’re crying, something’s wrong, right? There must’ve been a reason you couldn’t shift before,” Axle plainly replied, trying to quickly figure this out so that the interaction could be over.

“Couldn’t shift because wasn’t feeling good,” the other supplied, looking down at his newly formed hands.

“Do you wanna tell me why you weren’t feeling good?” The tan man asked, following Norman's gaze to his hands. Though he didn’t want to ask, his leader instincts were telling him to suck it up and help his distressed teammate.

“Melissa took mom’s necklace,” Norman whispered, feeling tears returning to his eyes.

“She took your moms necklace? Why would she do that?” Axle didn’t know what to expect but it wasn’t this. This sounded more serious than he thought it was going to be.

“She— uhm, she said that mom was her mom. Said I was a pet. Said I killed her,” Norman tried to coherently explain as he tried to keep himself together, he could feel his cells and muscles struggling to keep form.

Axle stared at the other, completely dumbfounded. What?

“So, you and Melissa have the same mom?” the leader asked, trying to process this interesting information.

“Didn’t know. Knew she had another kid but.. didn’t know it was Melissa. Melissa is angry,” Norman fidgeted with his shirt, avoiding the others confused gaze.

“Ok, so, you guys share the same mom and she’s mad… do you know why she’s mad,” Axle tried to piece this story together the best he could with his teammates words.

“Thinks I was a pet. I wasn’t. I wasn’t a pet. I’m not a pet,” Norman’s voice started to raise with panic, his body moving back and forth.

“Hey, it’s ok, you’re not a pet, you’re not a pet,” the leader tried to calm the other down. This was a sore subject he wasn’t expecting.

“Thinks I killed her. I didn’t. They did, I didn’t. Didn’t want them to. Tried to stop them. Didn’t kill them,” Norman continued with his rambling, his breaths started to quicken.

“Who’s they?” Axle’s face scrunched in question.

“Old team, they wouldn’t leave them alone. Tried to stop them,” Norman’s sobbing had gotten worse, his body starting to turn back into smooth slime, though still retaining a human shape.

“Hey, it’s ok, I believe you. You tried to stop them but you couldn’t, it’s not your fault. You’re ok,” Axle hushed the other, wrecking his brain for ideas on how to comfort him.

They had barely talked, only really talking on missions and sometimes when Axle would do his weekly team check ins and ask the other how he was doing, he would usually get a ‘good’ or a ‘fine’ in return. Now he’s starting to understand why his higher ups insisted on those check ins. He’s also starting to get that dull ache of regret in his stomach. Here was a guy on his team, sobbing, clearly going through it and he had no idea how to comfort him. Usually when his other teammates had moments of hurt he could comfort them easily. Though, this fact seemed to make that feeling in his gut worse.

Without much thought, Axle pulled Normon into a hug. In the first few moments, he was about to pull away, not being able to tolerate the feeling of hugging what was basically a giant mound of slime. Before he could pull away though, he stopped himself. He had two options, pull away and be grossed out and make this already unstable man feel worse, or stick it out and try to help make him feel better. There’s not really much of a choice though, is there?

Norman stilled the second arms wrapped around him. His eyes stayed wide and he held his breath. He hadn’t been hugged in a very, very, long time. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to just be held. His breathing almost immediately calmed, the storm of emotions in his head turned into a slight drizzle.

His color and texture slowly returned as he brought his arms around Axles neck to hug back. He clinged to him with everything he had. This was the first and most likely last opportunity to get any kind of physical comfort and he was going to take it.

“I’m sorry about Melissa. It was awful of her to tell you those things. You weren’t a pet, you didn’t kill your parents. I’m sorry,” Axle brought a hand to Norman's brunette hair to run his fingers through as he murmured words of affirmation, hoping they would help.

“M’not a pet,” Norman mumbled while he rested his head on the other’s shoulder, leaning into the hand combing through his hair.

“You’re not a pet,” Axle reaffirmed, “You’re a very good teammate, one that gets shit done. You’re really good with animals, you’re good at drawing those little things that you do, you’re good at cooking, cleaning, helping stop crime from destroying this city, that doesn't sound like shit a pet could do.”

Norman let out a small chuckle, sighing as he put more of his weight on Axle. His tears had stopped, only leaving forgotten trails on his face.

“Thank you,” Norman let a small smile tug at his lips, “Sorry for this.”

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s my job as the leader to be there for my teammates… if you need to talk about anything, you can. I didn’t realize how much shit you’ve been through,” Axle focused on the feeling of Norman’s hair as he frowned.

The green eyed brunette let out a questioning hum at his remark, continuing to hug him.

“Your parents, your old team, it sounds fucking rough and I’m sorry I didn’t make an effort to try to help you,” Axle looked down, he was so fucking pissed at himself.

“You didn’t know,” Norman whispered, missing with a loose thread on the other's jacket.

“I should’ve known. I… I should’ve made an effort to get to know you. I’m sorry I didn’t. It’s literally my job to know you and I completely ignored it because…,” Axle sighed, he didn’t even have a good reason. Because he was gross? I was rude as hell, but it was true. That and him coming from a villains team.

Axle had never worked with an exvillain, all he could picture in his mind was some stupid cartoon like villain trying to be good but failing miserably, but that wasn’t Norman. Norman was genuinely good and being good, he just needed the right guidance. He still needed to be reminded to actually watch what he wrecked during battles, try not to completely kill the other teams, and not leave his team behind, but compared to what he could’ve been like, Axle didn’t really have much of an issue with having to remind him of those things.

Axle thought of all those times he avoided Norman, because yes he was uncomfortable to be around because of his sludge, but also because of the unease he brought. Norman scared the fuck out of Axle. This guy was a part of one of the most deadly teams that occupied this city and he had seen him tear people apart. Norman was deadly. Norman was a monster, made to destroy whatever he was told to.

Or… was he?

He had literally been sobbing, trying to convince the leader that he wasn’t a pet, that he hadn’t killed his parents. That didn’t sound like a monster. The real monsters had been the ones to kill his parents, making Norman feel like he needed to convince others that he wasn’t a pet.

Axle really fucked up, didn’t he?

Axle tightened his hold on Norman, he can make this right.

Thank you so much for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it :D

[gunkyengines]

the silly < 3

he has killed so many people < 3

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AGUUGUHHHHH THANK YOU FOR THAT PHOTO IM STEALING IT AND RUNNING AWAY VERY FAST >:DD

ALSO max my inbox is ALWAYS open!! I LOVE GETTING QUESTIONS PLEASE SEND THEM WHENEVER YOU WANT!!!! :DDDDD

17: I already answered this but I always love fanart so why not give another answer!! I think people should draw q!charlie in more dresses!!!!! he went to the wedding in a goopy gunky dress that fanartists (myself included) went insane over if charlie won't do it we have to take matters into our own hands and put that grieving father into situations!! as a treat ofc :3

19: I've got two for this:

horrified that i actually miss elq after he went dark </3 where's the world's worst federation plant i need him and his horrible understanding of what qq was like before him back in my life

and ashamed about literally everything do to with my niklaus hendrix obsession. i cant do anything but think about him sometimes dude im just sitting around in riptide waiting for my guy to show back up i want my slutty deal maker back!!!! GRIZZLY WHERE IS HE⁉️ THEYRE LITERALLY IN THE BLACK SEA HE HAS GOT TO SHOW UP EVENTUALLY

22: GOD i can finally have an excuse to talk about q!charlie and q!mariana <- literally never shuts the fuck up about them

during the totk/gegg stream (yes that's how im phrasing that I guess??) q!charlie wakes up in marianas bed and then immediately leaves to go finish building his exile spot. he literally leaves his final person who he knows to his core cares and loves him because he thinks he's an irredeemable child murdering monster and has to go far far away because of it. something something q!charlie feeling unworthy of love and isolating himself because of it, but creating gegg and allowing gegg to feel loved because if he can live vicariously through gegg he doesn't have to face reality (he deserves love despite his mistakes)

ALSO!! gegg not being appreciated by most of the island until the elections. everyone kinda hated gegg until he started spitting facts on signs and then they loved him again. something something this reinforced q!charlie's idea that love for him is conditional

[bloodclotbitch]

When woke up my eyes were so gunky and weepy they were like stuck shut and when I opened them all the gunk got in them and scratched up my eye so it was like bright red all around and swollen shut all morning 🙃🙃🙃 now my vision is blurred and they really hurt hehe

[gemmassong]

Well, decided to do the home medication thing. We still had bottles of amoxicillin suspension leftover from the foster care kit we were given when we signed on the rescue in 2019. They’re somewhat expired now, but that just means it’ll be less potent, which in this case is a good thing, because we’re basically taking some online dosing advice from other kitten fosterers and hoping for the best. I don’t like doing it, it makes me a little nervous not to have a vet-prescribed dosage amount and schedule, but I can’t just wait. The poor baby can’t breathe easily and her eyes are so gunky if we don’t clean them frequently enough they end up crusted shut. And we think she’s hard of hearing, too, though we’re hoping it’s related to the upper respiratory infection and not too severe. She reacts to loud sounds, but only loud sounds. 

If it was a different weekend, I could wait. But I can’t wait until Tuesday to maybe be able to get her in to see someone. Especially since I work Tuesday and Birdy works Monday night so he’ll be passed out most of Tuesday, so she’d probably have to wait until Wednesday at the earliest, if we were lucky with an appointment, and I just. Poor little girl is so happy and sweet but so sick. Gotta try the home remedy.

[gunkierengines]

Folks! We have our first ever Purely Carnal selfship! Is it a projection of my daddy issues? Maybe. Is it with a JoJo character? Yes. Is it the one with the "So Much I Think It Must Be" and "eee eee eee" tags? Yes. Did I mis-tag a lot of the "eee eee eee" posts with my s/i tag "Fountain of Bullshit"? Only because I thought that s/i would be the one bangin' him, but also yes. Will I be making NSFW content of the OC I'm shipping with this guy & him? Unlikely! Will that stop me from hornyposting about him? No!

Is "The 4pm Affiliate" a new tag for said OC? Yes. Is it referencing the meme you're thinking of right now?

Yes.