#in my head it's a blob that can shapeshift

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Kinktober 「10:13」 — w.junhui

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➮ shapeshifter!Junhui × fem!Reader wc: 3k summary: Jun is a witch and has been practicing his shapeshifting. He’s excited to show Y/N his new trick which has an unintended reaction. genres/themes/au: angst/fluff/smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, supernatural and horror themes, mentions of: witchcraft & magic; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: a special thank you to June and Jupiter for your help with the mechanics of this! I love you both muah muah. This came pretty easily and i’m not opposed to revisiting this couple in the future. We shall see. Thank you for reading! The next part is vampire!Wonwoo which will conclude week two of kinktober! as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. 

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), mutual masturbation, voyeurism (f receiving, m receiving), use of pet names (bao bei, babe, etc.), unprotected sex (but reader is on birth control), soft dom!Jun, switch!Reader, non-human genitalia (Jun can shapeshift all parts of him, including his dick lol), cum inside, dirty talk, it’s pretty simple but if I missed something let me know! kinks: Mutual masturbation + voyeurism dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Lay back and touch yourself, I’m going to watch. ❜❜

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When Jun first started learning witchcraft and practicing, he was most excited about shifting. Being able to turn into anyone or anything was the most fascinating and exciting part of magic for him. He’d worked his way up from changing his hair color and facial features until he was able to start shifting into entirely different creatures. The first time he swapped his ears for dog ears he was beyond excited.

Of course, he had rushed at the opportunity to show you, his best friend.

Ever since then, he always came to you to show you his newest tricks, no matter how big or small. In the beginning, you showed as much enthusiasm as he did but over time, most of his tricks were the same and while you were happy he was excited, you didn’t exhibit the same enthusiasm anymore. Something Jun noticed as he stood in front of your bed.

He had just shifted into a blob-like creature, translucent green in color. It was impressive as he’d never managed to get the translucence consistency correct. “Oh neat,” you said as he shifted back, getting up off the floor. “You’ve never gotten the translucence down before. It looks believable!” you added encouragingly.

“And check this one out!” he said, giving you a smirk. You watched with mild amusement as he transformed into a hulking form covered in gray fur, a mass of muscles under his skin. He panted heavily, drool hanging from sharp teeth as yellow eyes stared at you. The pointed ears on top of his head flicked in the direction of different sounds.

“A werewolf?” you asked, holding back a smirk. “You’ve shown me this one before,” you told him, picking up your phone and scrolling through your feed. His brows seemed to furrow in disappointment, the ears laying back against his head. “But look!” he pouted, his voice the exact same.

You raised your eyes as he turned, showing you a large bushy tail that curled up towards his back. “I couldn’t get the tail down before!” he explained. You chuckled, returning to your phone. “Very cute,” you said as you resumed scrolling. Jun let out a low huff and growl before shifting back to his human form.

“Fine, what about this?” he asked, making you look up as he transformed again, his body elongating as scales erupted all over his skin. The lower half of his body transformed into a snake-like body, his torso staying mostly the same except for the scales on his sides and shoulders. His eyes were very viper-like, bright orange with vertical slits. He opened his mouth, a soft hiss escaping as a forked tongue peeked out.

“You’ve shown me that one, too,” you replied. “You usually go for the venomous snakes,” you added. “I’ve never seen you do a constrictor.” Jun’s shoulders slumped as you returned your focus once again to the device in your hand. He changed back, adjusting his shirt and pulled his jacket off, tossing it on the end of the bed.

“Alright,” he said softly. “What about this?”

You looked up, unamused at his antics as he changed again, into a towering figure with a vaguely humanoid shape. He wore a black suit, skin white and massive tentacles writhing from his back. “Slenderman?” you asked, sounding unimpressed yet again.

“Come on, man,” you whined. “I’ve seen all of these before!”

One of the tentacles shot out, wrapping around your ankle but you barely flinched. “Get your slimy tentacle off me before I cut it off and feed it to my cat,” you said without looking up. The tentacle retracted slowly, wiggling off the bed as they all returned to his body and he changed back into his human form. “Seriously?” he asked, running his fingers through his hair frustratedly.

“I’ve seen all these before!” you countered. “You haven’t shown me something new in a long time.”

Jun stared at you, wracking his brain as you scrolled through your phone. An idea popped into his head. He shifted again, a pair of brown cat ears poking up from his hair as a brown tail sprouted from his back, sneaking down the back of his shorts.

“What about this?” he asked, making you look up.

Your eyes met his and a smile spread across your face. “Oh, how cute,” you said as he crawled onto the bed. “A tail too?” you asked as he sat back on his heels, showing off the tail. “Yeah!” he said. “It’s not entirely impressive,” he said. “But normally I do entire body transformations to wow you,” he said. “It’s not every day I do these small ones.”

You chuckled as you leaned forward, reaching up to scratch one of the ears. Jun leaned into your touch, a purr rumbling from his throat. “Cute,” you said again as you reached out to allow the tail to slide through your palm. “What if I change into a werecat!” he said suddenly and moved to get up but you were tired of him constantly changing and just wanted to hang out with your best friend.

You hadn’t meant to pull his tail but your hand closed around it and you tugged lightly. Jun let out a moan and you stared at him, eyes wide as his own wide eyes met yours. Silence fell over you as you stared at one another trying to figure out what just happened.

“What was that?” you asked softly. Jun’s cheeks flushed as he tried to snatch the tail away but you pulled again, another moan slipping past his lips. “Oh,” you said, your mouth forming a perfect circle. A smirk took over as you tugged again, the moan even louder. “S-stop!” he stammered, grabbing the tail from you and glaring as he changed back, the cat ears turning back into his human ones and the tail shrinking until it disappeared.

Your eyes followed the tail as it retracted into his loose shorts and it was then you could see the outline of his semi-hard cock. Your eyes continued up, meeting his gaze. “Enjoyed that a little too much, did you?” you asked. Jun glanced down at his crotch and quickly grabbed one of your plushies, using it to cover his lap. You let out an indignant noise, snatching the plushie from him.

“NOT MR. SNUFFLES!” you shouted, taking the elephant from him and glaring at him. “You pervert!” Jun glared at you. “You’re the one who looked!” he retorted, trying to cover himself with his hands. “Not my fault,” you said as you leaned back against your pillows. “Your shorts don’t exactly keep things contained. Are you even wearing underwear?”

Jun glared at you. “Now who’s the pervert?!” he asked, cheeks turning even redder. You shrugged as you lifted Mr. Snuffles to look at him before tossing him off the bed with the pile of your other plushies. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” you added as if you were discussing the weather.

Jun felt his cock twitch in his shorts. He was wearing underwear but now he couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you were not. “Wh-why did you tell me that?” he asked, turning his head to look at the pile of stuffed animals that lay on the floor in the corner of your room, their lifeless black glass eyes staring back at him.

“Can you change your dick?” you asked suddenly, making him choke on his own spit. He turned to look at you, finding your curious eyes staring back at him. “Wh-what?!” he asked incredulously. You rolled your eyes before asking again.

“When you transform into, like, a werewolf or even that cat hybrid, does your dick change too?” Jun stared back at you in awe of not only your confidence but your audacity. “N-no,” he answered, shaking his head. You clicked your tongue in disappointment, picking up your phone.

“I mean,” he started, gulping. “I’ve never purposefully done it.” You glanced up at him. “I-I could try.” A smile spread across your face. “Would you show me if you did?” you asked. Jun couldn’t believe his ears. You, his best friend, was asking him to show him shapeshifting his cock.

He glanced down at his crotch briefly before looking back up, eyes scanning over your shorts.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said suddenly, catching you off guard. “I can’t shapeshift,” you said in return. Jun merely shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see. If I’m gonna show you my dick, you gotta give me something in return.”

You stared at him, considering your options. When you took too long to answer, he was afraid he’d crossed a line but then you locked your phone, setting it aside as you got up onto your knees. “Okay,” you answered, pushing down your shorts and sitting back to kick them off, keeping your legs closed and your pussy hidden from view.

“Show me,” Jun ordered and you let out a giggle, shaking your head. “You first.” Jun narrowed his eyes before he got up, pushing his shorts and underwear down in one motion, his cock springing free as he let the material fall to the floor. He stepped out of it as your eyes followed his cock.

It wasn’t what you were expecting. It was a good five or six inches in length, maybe about five in girth. The shaft was a lighter tone of his skin, like his skin was in the winter when he didn’t go outside, the head was a darker peach, a small bead of precum already forming at the slit.

He sat back down. “Alright,” he said, drawing your attention from his cock. “Your turn.”

A smile crossed your face as you parted your knees, giving him a direct view of your cunt. Jun let out a strained noise that sounded like a cross between a groan and a gasp. His eyes continued to look, drinking in every detail. “Spread,” he said simply. You hesitated, tilting your head to the side before you obliged, spreading your feet on your bed, knees bent as you slid a hand down and spread your folds, giving him a view of your very wet pussy.

His lips parted slightly as he stared, taking in even more detail. His thoughts were interrupted as you let out a giggle, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you watched him. “Like what you see?” you asked in a low breathy voice. Jun swallowed the lump in his throat but said nothing. He wanted so desperately to touch you, curl his fingers into the plush of your thighs as he tasted you, as he sank his cock into you and fucked you against your pillows.

“So can you make your dick change?” you asked, drawing him from his thoughts. He looked up to meet your gaze. “What would you like to see?” You pondered his question for a moment before giving him a devilish smile. “What would it look like if you transformed into a werewolf?”

Jun licked his lips before focusing his attention transforming only his cock. You watched as the color and shape changed before your eyes. The head became more pointed as the entire thing turned reddish, two knots forming a bulbous base. “A knot, huh?” you asked, giving him a smirk, one of your brows raising.

“I mean,” he started, glancing down at it. “Wolves are canines,” he continued. “And dogs have very distinct genitals.” He glanced back up, noticing that your fingers were playing with your clit slowly. “Are.. are you touching yourself?” he asked, eyes widening. “Why?” you asked. “Do you want me to stop?” you asked, fingers stilling.

“N-no,” he said softly. “Keep going.”

You resumed moving, your fingers dipping down to your slit only to drag back up, spreading your folds so he could see your wet hole. “What else can you change it into?” you asked, nodding towards his cock. He glanced down and back up. “What else do you want to see?”

“Hmm,” you hummed as your legs spread more, giving him a better view of you playing with your pussy. “Surprise me.” Jun glanced down, watching as the pointed head changed, flaring out as the shaft grew, a thick ring forming in the middle. Your eyes widened. “Horse?” you asked. Jun looked up at you, letting out a low groan as your fingers sank into your heat. “That’s not fair,” he whined.

You let out a giggle, nodding towards his cock. “No one said you couldn’t touch yourself,” you reminded him. He glanced down at the transformed cock. “I’d rather have something else wrapped around it,” he murmured. You let out a giggle. “Touch yourself first and I’ll let you fuck me,” you retorted. Jun met your gaze. “Are you serious?” he asked, excitement bubbling in his chest. “Yes,” you answered. “But you have to touch yourself first. Until I say so.”

“Fine,” he answered, quickly grabbing the back of his shirt and removing it. “But you have to take the rest of your clothes off.” You did as he said, withdrawing your fingers long enough to pull your top off and toss it aside, revealing your bare chest to him.

Jun leaned back, resting his hand on the bed behind him as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft. “Now,” he said as you stared back at him. “Lay back and touch yourself. I’m going to watch.” You leaned back against the pillows, spreading your legs so he had an unobstructed view of your cunt, fingers spreading your folds for him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hand working up and down the thick shaft of his transformed cock. “What I wouldn’t give for a taste,” he said as he watched you play with yourself. “Sink your fingers in that pretty cunt again. I want you to touch yourself with both hands. Play with your tits, yeah?” he ordered, hand moving up and down slowly.

Your free hand found purchase on your breast, squeezing and kneading as you sank your fingers into your heat, letting out a satisfied groan as you started to slowly pump them in and out of you. You kept your eyes on Jun’s face but every so often, you’d glance down at the horse cock. You wanted him to fill you with it, wondering if it changed the amount of cum he produced.

As you stared at it, Jun let out a chuckle. Before your eyes, his cock changed again. This time it changed to a bright blue, the head of his cock elongating to a point while ridges appeared along the shaft, a thick vein appearing on the underside. You wanted so badly to have him shove all of it inside you. “What’s that?” you asked breathlessly. He shrugged. “No idea,” he answered.

“I made it up.”

You let out a moan, walls clenching around your fingers as you threw your head back against the pillows.

“You want it inside you?” he asked, a surge of confidence as his hand moved faster along his cock. “Yes,” you gasped. “God yes, Jun!” Your hand moved faster as you pinched your pert nipple, rolling the bud between your fingers, digging the heel of your hand into your clit as your hips started to buck.

“Yeah, babe?” Jun asked breathlessly, his own hips starting to buck as his cock changed again into a more human-like one. “Want me to fill that tight little hole? Fuck you like you deserve?” You let out another moan, back arching. “Yes! Please! I want you inside me so bad, Junnie,” you whimpered. Jun let out a groan as he felt his cock twitch in his hand. He was losing control of his transformations as his climax neared. “Would you let me cum inside you?” he asked suddenly.

You nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you gasped. “I’m on birth control!” Jun let out a groan. “Fuck, M’gonna cum,” he groaned as your own orgasm came even closer. “I’m close, Junnie,” you whined. “I need m-more. N-need your cock!”

Jun stifled a moan, hips bucking up as he fucked his hand. He wanted to be inside you so bad but he couldn’t bring himself to move. “C-can you move?” he asked in a breathy voice. “Wh-what?” you asked. “Come here,” he said quickly. “Come sit on it or I’ll make a mess all over your nice clean bed.”

You scrambled up, quickly crawling over to him and straddling his hips as he held his cock still. You slowly sank down on him, both of you moaning in unison as his cock stretched your walls. “F-fuck,” he said with a tremble in his voice. You started moving quickly, bouncing on his cock as his hands grabbed your waist. “Change,” you said simply.

“What?” he asked, looking up at you as rode him, breast bouncing in his face. “Turn into that cat boy, quick,” you moaned, hands finding purchase on his shoulders. Jun obliged, the ears and tail returning. “Come on, bao bei,” he groaned, urging you on, his thumb moving to your clit. “Cum for me.”

You let out a cry of pleasure as your orgasm washed over you, your body shaking as you sank on Jun’s cock, taking all of it in you. As your walls spasmed around him, he bucked up, releasing inside you with a moan as his head fell forward onto your chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pumped you full of his cum.

You let out one final moan as you wrapped your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through his hair, the cat ears twitching and flicking as his cum spilled out of your hole around his cock and dripped down onto the inside of his thighs and the sheets under him.

You tried to regain your breath as you stroked his hair, gently rubbing the base of his cat ears. A gentle purr sounded from his throat, making you giggle. He nuzzled further into your bare chest, you felt his purring vibrate against you soothingly.

“M’tired,” he murmured and you scoffed. “You barely did anything!” you admonished as he giggled against your skin. “Well,” he continued, pulling back to look up at you, blinking softly. “Give me like five minutes and I’ll show you what I can do.” You took his face in your hands and leaned down to press your lips against his. 

“Use that horse cock from earlier and you got yourself a deal, catboy.”

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Shifter HRT, part 8 – Return to Hyper City (11 Months)

I’m on the way back to Hyper City. It’s the middle of winter, there’s a bitter wind, and it’s almost dark even though it’s still only afternoon. The bus is empty. Hardly anyone’s heading out this way on a day like this. When I get off at the tiny village, all the shops are already shut. But I’m not here for the village – I’m once again following the ritual that takes me to another world.

Tonight I’m heading to the Hyper Light Festival, the winter festival at the crossroads of reality. This time I’m ready. I am enough, and this time I’m not running away.

Look closely, and it’s clear I’m not human anymore. More of my body has changed, and I’ve been practising. My bones and organs are still the same, so the forms I can take now are mostly ‘human plus’ – little tweaks and additions to the basic human shape. I’m learning, step by tiny step. I’m wearing a few subtle signs of my inhumanity – my ears are a bit longer and pointier, my tongue is slightly forked, and I’ve got a greenish tinge to most of my skin, except for a few parts that still haven’t changed. It’s quite the contrast with my red hair. This is the first colour change I’ve managed to do. Do shifters have a default colour when fluid? I’ve never gotten a clear answer. But if mine was going to be green, I’d be totally fine with that.

Why not bigger changes, when I’ve been playing with arms and legs and all kinds of things? Partly because I still can’t hold the big things for long. Small changes I can hold now with only a little bit of effort. And, uh, partly because my tops don’t have enough sleeves. Who’d have guessed that human clothes aren’t designed for that? But this time I’m wearing my T-shirt with ‘be goo, do crimes’ on it, and damn anyone who makes a fuss. I’ve been running on adrenaline since I stepped out of the house looking not entirely human – but it’s so quiet, there’s been no one here to notice.

When I arrive in Hyper City, I stop by the registration office to get my shapeshifter license. I’m still slightly annoyed that I have to do this at all – do they think I’m going to try taking over the city as soon as I can imitate someone important? – but I can’t put it off any longer. I’m now officially a ‘provisional physiological polymorph’, and I’ve got a card to prove it – meaning someone who will, eventually, be able to take on any form as part of how my body works, without using magic. Blob of goo that can turn into anything, basically. They do some kind of scan to identify which world I’m from, and note that down too. And now I’m accepting that there really is magic here – seeing it listed on an official form in a dusty government office is what finally convinces me. It’s not just super-advanced tech, like I’d assumed.

Then I head for the central plaza. I can hear music in the distance, and hints of tantalising smells drift on the wind. By the time I get close, the streets are packed. And the plaza itself is full of… everything.

Hyper City doesn’t just connect to our world, but to many worlds, and all their winter festivals come together here. Yes, the multiverse is real. People changing species isn’t the only mind-boggling thing in this city.

There are stalls selling crafts, people dancing, performing, wearing costumes and masks, music, enchanters, impossible sculptures held together by magic – and more. Unfamiliar and enticing smells waft from stalls selling food from across the worlds. I hear voices in a hundred languages. There are people telling stories, playing games, eating and drinking, all packed in side by side. I spot a giant Christmas tree with glowing globes clustered round it, and it’s only one tiny part of everything.

It’s so much. Almost too much. My mind is drinking in the details. But I’m starting to relax. Enjoying the spectacle. Anonymity in the crowd.

The buildings around the plaza are brightly lit. Globes of light drift overhead, and now and again there are people in the air, too. If I had any doubt there’s actual magic here, it’s gone. I briefly wonder if you can acquire magic if you come from a world without any – something to check up on later. In places, people are gathered around bonfires, or at shrines to more gods than I’ve ever heard of. At street level it’s dim, on purpose I think, and many people carry candles. As they move it’s like a slow river of lights winding between the stalls. Light is a common theme here, and warmth, and protection – light against the darkest time of the year.

Snowflakes flutter on the wind. The parts of me that are still human are cold, but the parts that have changed are comfortable even in this.

And in the crowd, here and there, I spot therians and otherkin at all stages of transition – people who started off with a human body, but were never really human on the inside – people like me. The ones early on are a patchwork of human parts and changed parts, just like I am. We’re still a minority even here, but for once, I don’t feel out of place. It lights me up inside like my first time at Pride. I can’t stop grinning. I mean, technically I could, because I’m a shifter and could rearrange my face enough for that, even at this stage… but you know what I mean. I don’t want to.

Someone catches my eye, over where the crowd is a bit thinner. It’s their colour I notice first – a gloopy orange, almost like syrup. Then I notice their arms are entirely made of goo, translucent and with no bones inside, and so is their hair. They must be a slime! I’ve been reading a few slimes’ transition journals online, and we have a lot in common – we’re on different routes to a similar place. I don’t know if our species are actually related, or if it’s convergent evolution, but either way – someone else who’s a gelatinous blob that can shape themselves however they like? Sounds like someone who gets it!

Before I even think about it, I’m slowly making my way closer through the crowd. And now I’m nervous as hell – going up to some random person in the real world, just because they’re kinda like me? But that was the whole reason for coming here. That’s what I was hoping might happen. The festival was just an excuse, really.

As I get closer, I see that the rest of their head is still opaque and human, aside from the orange tint to their skin. But their fingers are tipped with claws, their bare feet are bird-like with talons, and they have a little blob of goo like a rabbit’s tail on their back. Their clothes look very waterproof, even though it isn’t raining – and oh, that must be to stop their slime soaking into things. I haven’t had that problem yet, but can totally believe it’ll be a thing later.

And then I’m there, grinning nervously – and, yes, with excitement too. I form another arm – a bit awkwardly because of the too-small sleeves – and wave with all three.

“Hi?” I say. “I saw that you’re a slime and uh…”

“Oh, uh, hi!” they reply, waving back. “Uh, yeah, I am a slime… and so are you by the looks of things!” they add with a growing smile.

“Close,” I say, “I’m a shifter! But I’m gooey too.” I turn my third hand fluid for a moment.

They raise an eyebrow. “Oh neat – wait? Like a shapeshifter?”

“Yeah! Actually I guess there must be lots of kinds of shapeshifters here, with the whole multiverse thing. We just call ourselves ‘shifters’ for short. Or, well, sometimes the People of Change if we’re being poetic – ‘fluid as the ocean, wild as the wind’, that kind of thing…” My voice cracks slightly on that phrase, that’s been with me my whole life, focus of so much longing. Then I laugh gently, as I poke my human parts: “Which I’m not, yet, as you can see.”

“Oohh! I do like the ‘fluid as the ocean’ bit, kinda hits very close.” They raise their arm, rippling it like a wave.

I don’t immediately respond, only to realise I’m staring at their arm. I pull my gaze away. “Sorry,” I say, laughing awkwardly, “I think my mind is trying to figure out how to copy your colour, but I don’t know how to do orange yet. I only just figured out green.” I let the green fade away in places, my skin changing back to its original colour, before bringing the green back. “It’s a nice colour.”

The slime looks a little flustered. “Don’t think anyone’s ever said that to me before, that they wanna try my colour, or that I have a nice colour, not really sure how to respond to that, but thank you – can say I’m quite a fan, so would definitely recommend it when you can though.” They pause a second before continuing. “But, and, uh, sorry if this is kinda rude, but uh, you still kinda look part human, I was told you had to become something else before you could do shapeshifter stuff?”

“I just got straight on shifter HRT,” I say, shrugging, “there was no mention of anything else. But I’m not going to one of the doctors here – are you at Erian’s clinic?”

They frown a little. “Nah, I didn’t like all the gatekeepery stuff he was doing, so I found another provider who relied on informed consent – they said I had to pick another species first to act as a base for the additional shapeshifter meds. Kinda feeling a little cheated now, even if I’ve been enjoying becoming a slime.”

“But you’re at a proper doctor, right?” I say. “Not just… some person who figured out how to make this stuff? In hindsight, I probably should’ve done that – mine is very hands-off, and the whole thing is super experimental – kinda realising that now seeing other people’s stories online. But they’re a shifter too, they’re the only one who does this specific thing, and I was desperate, y’know?”

They nod. “Yeah, proper doctor ’nd all, but I totally get the desperation, fuck, if I’d known I could get straight on shapeshifter stuff I quite possibly woulda gone for that.” They pause for a moment, looking thoughtful. “Although, if it’s shady like ya say, I’m not sure how willing I’d be to trust it, at least the people I’m going through seem safe and all, even if they are kinda delaying/shortchanging me a bit.” Another pause, before, “You sure it’s safe ’nd all? I mean, it seems to be working for you, but,” they shrug, “there’s enough shit we have to deal with without our meds biting us in the ass too.”

“Yeah,” I nod, “that’s it, it is working, that’s what I’ve been telling myself. But my provider’s really secretive – doesn’t want anyone else figuring out the formula. And I’ve hardly had any support, only vaguely know what to expect at each stage, pretty sure they’re using a false name… Actually that does sound pretty bad when I say it. But it’s working, right? And,” gesturing around us, “I didn’t believe this place existed.”

“Does seem very shady, definitely,” they say. “I’ve been having checkups every six months, actually due my third soon. I’d be careful, as I said, don’t want this to bite ya in the ass. That being said, definitely seems like it’s working.” They gesture at my third arm. “Can’t wait to be able to do more altering of my shape, but I need more human parts to get converted.” They point at their chest. “Still got ribs and stuff under my clothes, which sucks, but given how much my stomach melting hurt, I’m worried about how my spine going’s gonna feel, so for once, slowly is actually preferable.”

I wince a bit. “Ooh, that sounds painful. But, yeah, same here,” I say, remembering how overwhelmed by phantom body parts I was last time I was in the city. “Human’s still my default, and I can’t hold big changes for long yet.” I let my third arm dissolve back into my body – it’s starting to get uncomfortable already. “I’m Callie, by the way. She/her.”

“Oh, right, introductions.” They chuckle awkwardly. “I’m Sandy, she/they, nice ta meet ya Callie.” She extends a claw. “I don’t know how much overlap it’ll have, but you’re also kinda gooey, so maybe it’ll help, but I’ve found if you practice taking and holding forms, eventually it becomes like muscle memory, even if I’m running out of muscles, but you can eventually just kinda take and hold stuff easily.” They gesture to their talons and claws. “Been working on these for a bit now, and now they’re second nature.” They quickly shift between a claw and a human hand, her slime suddenly becoming more fluid, before effortlessly switching back.

I’m envious, I can’t deny it – but it’s not the hopeless envy I would have felt before. Now it’s more like anticipation, knowing that soon I’ll be able to do that too.

“Small changes are getting to be easy like that,” I say. “But,” and I hold up my own hand, “it’s still all bones in here.” And then, with a grin, “Can’t wait to try wings though.” I look up at the orbs floating overhead. “I really want to fly – been dreaming about that for years.”

“Gods yes, I can’t wait to have wings.” She follows my gaze up. “Being able to fly up there would be wonderful…” She trails off wistfully. “Just the freedom to soar up in the air, seems just perfect.”

I try to form wings – not for the first time – but I just don’t have enough goo yet, and of course my clothes are in the way. “I’d have to cut holes in this first though,” I say, tapping my T-shirt.

Sandy smiles. “Yeah, I’ve started cutting tail holes in my clothes, now I can actually have one, even if it is only a small one, not looking forward to all the measuring it’ll take for wings. Although I am vaguely aware there are some shops in the city that are actually trying to cater to those of us with… less human physiology. Haven’t had a chance to check them out yet, but might be something to look into.”

“Oh, I will. Actually, that reminds me! Look at this.” I take out my shapeshifter license and show them. “Can you believe we have to have a license?!” And then I add, “But it’s kinda nice seeing it on something official.” I’m feeling a lot better about it than when I filled in the forms – seeing it actually written down, what I am, is making me smile.

Their eyes widen. “Oh? What’s that?” She leans in to get a better look. “‘Provisional Shapeshifter License’? Huh, didn’t know that was a thing. But wait, yeah, why do you need a license, isn’t it just something you do?”

“They think we’re dangerous or something.” I shrug. “I guess we could be if we wanted to. But that’s not going to happen with me, I don’t want power or… any of that. This is just for me.”

Sandy nods. “Yeah, exactly, I don’t want shapeshifting – when I get there – for power, I just want to, well, be whatever, and ultimately me. People get so up in arms about it for no reason.”

“Familiar feeling,” I say. I’m thinking, of course, about being trans back home. “But we’ve got all the others like us, and that’s… something. People who get it.”

“Mmm.” They nod. “It’s nice to have others like us, this whole conversation’s been wonderful, well except for learning that I might’ve been shafted by my supplier. But yeah, it’s been nice meeting other people going through all this stuff and making friends through it all, and it’s been especially nice to meet another shapeshifter… even if I’m not quite there yet, but like, you get it, is the point.”

We talk a while longer, sharing old dreams of shapeshifting, wandering through the plaza and pointing out things we’ve never seen before. Then, at last, it’s time for me to go, if I want to catch the bus home. We agree to keep in touch, and we hug – and I do my best to form two extra arms for that, though it’s still almost the limit of what I can do. We wave goodbye, and I head home smiling. New city, new world, new friend.

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This chapter is a collaboration with @sandyca5tle – whose Slime HRT was one of the stories that inspired me to start writing this in the first place – and takes place between the 14 month and 18 month chapters of Slime HRT. Go read it, it’s goo-d! Also featuring the Hyper Light Festival created by @nuggetofthesea.

And here’s how the provisional shapeshifter license looks, using the template from Slime HRT 25 months. The fields are explained fully over there, but briefly, the letters on the bottom row show what you can do now, with the letters in brackets showing what you’ll be able to do at the end of transition.

And now that we’re approaching the one-year mark, more changes are on the way – coming soon, in Part 9: Hunger!

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I keep forgetting to post my iteration art so here goes lol

[I.D. Drawing of a personal iteration version of Krang. They are a goopy bipedal person colored in various shades of pink. Their limbs and face have a melted appearance, and little definition. They have narrow eyes with blue sclera, and a somewhat annoyed expression. End I.D.]

Here's roughly what Krang's "true" form looks like, as much as they can have a true form given that they're a shapeshifting alien blob of flesh-goop lol. Technically they can go full blob and have no limbs, but they do tend to prefer a vaguely humanoid form if they have to be around people.

[I.D. 2. Sketch page of Krang's human form. The first image has two sketches of his face and one of his body. He is the same fleshy pink as before, but this time his features are much more defined and humanoid, with sharp, exaggerated features, strong cheekbones, and a bumpy nose. The first bust shows him frowning severely, while the second shows him smirking. The second is drawn without ears with the note "regularly forgets ears" next to it. Below them is a sketch of Krang from about knees up, one hand on their him and the other in a fist by their side. They are very muscular and broad-shouldered, their physique exaggerated. They frown slightly. End I.D. 2]

And here's some sketches of Krang's human disguise/form, plus their villain suit. Much more defined and humanoid. That said they do occasionally forget elements of human faces, like the ears. The human form is actually fairly hard for Krang to maintain, as it takes a lot of conscious effort. Even so they spend a lot of time in this form.

[I.D. 3. Two variations of Krang's villain suit, one with purple highlights and the other with red. In both, they stand with one fist against their hip and the other by their side. In both, the costume has a grey torso and legs, with the neck and arms being black. It has grey gauntlets with silver spikes on the elbows, and silver pockets on the thighs. It has a logo on the chest shaped like a symmetrical, three-toed foot. It also has a helmet that covers the entire head, black lenses covering the eyes. It has silver fangs over the mouth, and a three-pointed silver prong over the eyes with smaller decorative kites shapes between the main prongs. In the first image the helmet and foot logo are purple, and in the second they are red. End I.D. 3]

Might end up tweaking the suit over time because it doesn't fully scream "villain outfit" to me? Idk might be overthinking I do that. Also I'm still going back and forth on whether Krang is the Shredder or the two are separate characters, so that's also going to affect the design I think. Anyway, the suit is designed to help Krang hold its human form for longer periods of time.

[rheesvandar]

TOH cast favorite movies!!!! I’m really enjoying this series (edit: series of posts. TOH is my favorite TV series of all time and “really enjoying” doesn’t do it justice)

Luz: The Good Witch Azura (2?). It’s canon

Amity: Also The Good Witch Azura

Hunter: Balto. He has Balto and Jenna plushies for him and Willow

Willow: Little Shop of Horrors. Hunter gets the songs stuck in his head every time they watch it.

Gus: Now You See Me. He likes seeing how human magic is done and thinks the end is hilarious.

Vee: Nimona. She loves seeing another shapeshifter outcast character finding family.

Masha: Fright Night (the original). Mostly because it scares Vee, who wants to cuddle.

Camilla: Cosmic Frontier 2: The Wrath of Khaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn. The best of the series!

Eda: Ferris Bueller‘s Day Off. She’s loved it since it was in theaters.

Raine: Amadeus. Music and drama? Sign them up!

King: Dragon Ball Z: Broly. Eda showed it to him and he thinks he can go “Super Titan” if he screams loud enough.

Hooty: Scooby Doo live action. He tries to make “Hooty Hooty Hoot!” his catchphrase every time he sees it.

Lilith: National Treasure. She thinks it’s Bad Girl Historian training.

Alador: Ghost in the Shell. He likes the cyberpunk aesthetic.

Darius: The Blob. He thinks it’s about an Abomination experiment gone wrong

Boscha: Mean Girls but the lesson is completely lost on her

[ever-growing-system]

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This blog is gonna be for everyone running around in my head! this post will update a lot lmao

@fnaf-answers has most of the fnaf dudes in the intro post #mike, #william, #jeremyF, #vanessa, #Lizzy, #Cass, #henry, #Charlie, #gregory (some have not talked yet, more of them on the fnaf blog)

@theposttaster has some non-fnaf dudes on the intro post there #ash, #kai, #jeremy2, #sam, #violet (They RARELY talk on here, more of them on their blog)

Jinx (host w/Mike): They/it #jinx

I lost count of how old I was when I hit 200

Shapeshifter.

Can be anything but it always has a shifting galaxy print! (mostly just a blob)

can be a frog, a dragon, or a humanoid!

My parents were the highest-ranked Euclidans on the planet.

I was basically royalty.

The kids I thought I had were just my younger siblings that I had to take care of.

Used to be friends with Bill but the bill in the system is not the same one.

Bill erased my memories of my younger siblings after the fire so we got into a bad fight.

I still don't remember what I looked like back then because I haven't been in that form since the fire.

Constantly tired as the host with Mike.

#Jinx

Mike (Host w/Jinx) He/him #Mike

I was one of the first (and am more connected with Jinx for some odd reason

I'm 56

I'm married to Jeremy Fitzgerald (from the FNaF blog)

Gregory is my son

I have a weird relationship with William

I take care of most of the kids while Jinx makes sure the Adults don't fight.

Shift triggers:

Positive:

Jinx and Mike front to be obsessed w/fnaf

Bill and Jinx front when there is chaos to be created

Dipper or Violet front when there are codes to be cracked

Ford fronts when science Stolas fronts to go apeshit about stars

Negative:

Mike is affected by the sad and more gruesome parts of FNaF lore (It's 50/50 on whether we receive it as positive or negative)

Chara fronts when we need to get away from a dangerous situation or when we are nauseous.

Jax or Blitz front when we need to be an asshole.

Flowey or Kris show up when we need to be detached.

Anyone could be fronting for drama. Even the "nice ones" (there are no nice ones lol)

Zaerrug: An interdimensional Plague Doctor. Jinx's first friend after the argument with Bill. They/them.

#Zaerrug

Chara: Mischievous. NOT EVIL. They have neater hair than Frisk because they were taken care of by Toriel and were royalty. They/them #chara

Kris: Quiet. They are very deadpan when talking to or about anyone or anything other than their friends. Friends with Chara, Frisk, and Susie. Close with Spamton. They/them #kris

Cyn: Creepy... She Has the same voice. It is far too active and keeps trying to physically hurt us. She/it #cyn

Uzi: WON'T STOP FUCKING SCREAMING AND SWEARING. She misses N. HATES CYN. Sarcastic. She/they #uzi

Kinger: A little kooky but bc most of our time is spent in the dark in our room, he has sense sometimes. He misses his wife, tails /ref. He/him. #kinger

Lolbit: Constantly laughing. Very comedic. think the fanmade ucn voicelines. They/them #lolbit

Frisk: Only did the pacifist route, knows about all endings. Friends with Chara and Kris. The soul is separate, like with Kris, but they didn't want it removed because it helped in their route. Genderfluid. Any pronouns #frisk

Azzy: Asriel. small child. Loves Chara so so so so much. He/him #Azzy

Flowey: Same as in the game. not asriel. We don't know where he came from. #Flowey

Sans: So tired he didn't add an intro. Jinx had to. Knows what you did. Has the coolest bro. Has a... complicated relationship with Gaster. He/him (tried to find art he liked of himself but OH GOD) #sans or #UTsans/#UT sans

Deltarune Sans is a different person. He doesn't know nearly as much but is in contact with UT Sans. #sans or #DRsans/#DR sans

Susie: Same as in the game mostly, just a bit less aggressive to most. Has a soft spot for Kris and Lancer. She/they #susie

Jevil: Same as in the game. CHAOS CHAOS! Hates spamton. they/it. #jevil

Spamton: Doesn't have a typing quirk. Very sporadic until tired. Knows about snowgrave. Hates Jevil. Close with Kris. He/it #spamton

Hunter: Obsessed with Willow. Mostly the same as the show. He/him #hunter

Amity: LOVES COSPLAYERS and anyone who looks like her because it's so cool! Obsessed with Luz. considers Alador and Darius her parents. She/her #amity

Bill: Nicer than in the show. Aroace ("why should I care about that stuff?"). It/its #bill

Ford: MONSTERFUCKER. Ace (Billford was... confusing) He/him #Ford

Stan: Exactly like he is in the show lmao. Dating fiddleford, Pansexual. He/him #Stan

Current Fiddleford: Went insane bc of memory gun and portal stuff, VERY VERY GAY, hates Bill, He/him #Fiddleford

Past fiddleford: Simps so hard for stan (and Ford before that), is jealous of Bill, Ford just went missing, was working with stan to get him back but gave up. So happy he "found" current Ford after he formed as a goober. "Closeted". (It's GLASS) He/him #fiddleford P

Pomni: Very panicky, has no idea what's going on, Imminently started touching my face when she appeared. dating Ragatha and sees Kinger as her father figure. She has a plushie from Ragatha (not pictured) She/her #Pomni

Ragatha: GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY (pansexual). dating pomni. Will kill a hoe for the ppl she cares about. Has been so aggressive sometimes that Jax better be grateful he can't die. Necklace is from ponmi. She/her #ragatha

Jax: Asshole. He/him (secretly liked kaufmo and the bracelets are from him) #jax

[3ofpents]

Mothman Moth Wings // Fabric Design for @shapeshiftersvt and The Cryptid Collection

It's time to talk about my Mothman fabric design!

This was another fabric design where I didn't have a poster yet to pull design elements from, so I was working entirely from scratch. I actually designed two different Mothman fabrics and fully intended to illustrate both of them, but then our whole household got covid and my entire workflow shut down and my design schedule got thrown off. I may or may not have adapted the second design to a bonus drop that may or may not be coming soon. But this is the one that Eli and I both really wanted for The Cryptid Collection, Eli especially because they'd already designed their Mothman runway look to incorporate a cape made with this fabric.

When I was brainstorming designs, the big thing I was focused on was how to utilize the common visual shorthand for Mothman — a black humanoid figure with moth-like wings and big red eyes — without unintentionally encroaching on someone else's interpretation. It did not take me long to decide against depicting Mothman literally and to remember that the coolest looking moth wings almost always have a pair of false eyes on them.

I wanted a very sooty look, like I had in my head the story of the moths in London during the Industrial Revolution whose wings got darker in theory because the sudden extreme rise in the amount of smoke and coal in the environment darkened the bark of the trees that the moths hung out on. I didn't want it black because I still wanted the pattern to be visible so that you really got the effect of the moth wings.

I opted for more of a blood red with the eyes just to keep that kind of broody, vampiric vibe too. It is plenty bright and obvious amongst all the greys.

There might ... also ... be a bit of an easter egg ... for fans of a certain game ... thinking about ... how ... dreams ... and manipulating people's dreams ... to try and save them ... is a big part ... of Mothman's mythos ...

I actually had to go through like two rounds of unofficial proofing to get this final version of it. When I say "unofficial", I mean that I went through Spoonflower's digital proofing process, we ordered a couple of yards in different fabrics, and when we got them, we discovered we were victims of the reason you should really do a physical proof: The colors were way too dark. Which makes perfect sense! It looked fine on my laptop screen, but my laptop screen is a giant LED light. A yard of fabric isn't. So what I saw as pretty good detail on my screen, just ended up being mostly undefined black blob when it was printed. So I lightened the colors a bit.

Then, when orders started coming in for binders and sports bras, we realized that the eyes were set too close to the edge of the fabric to accommodate multiple sizes. So I moved the eyes in to the center of "wings". Which also proved to be better for the cape too, which got remade with the new print.

As frustrating as it was to, like, go a couple of weeks thinking the print's good and finished, and then hear from Eli that there's something wrong, fix it, then go another couple of weeks thinking it's good and finished, and then hear from Eli that there's something else wrong, and fix it ...

I'm really pleased with this design. I don't think it's exactly what I had in my head at first conception? But part of the reason it changed so much was just the medium it was designed for. It was a really practical education in how a piece can change from digital art to rendering in a different medium. Like, I knew that was a risk in theory, but it helps to see it happen and understand why. Now I have more knowledge about how to avoid it in future projects.

As I mentioned in the last post, if you'd like your own chest binder or sports bra in this fabric like the ones pictured above, you can find them here (along with the poster print) on the Shapeshifters website.

If you'd like to purchase the fabric for your own sewing projects, you can do so through our Spoonflower shop. There are three different sizes there — small, medium, and large. The large is a single pair of wings that takes up the entire yard; the medium is two sets of wings across the width of the yard; the small has three sets across the width of the yard. Though keep in mind that these were designed with Spoonflower's sport lycra in mind, which is wider than some of their other fabric options. For fabrics under 56" wide, one or more of the wings may get cut off, so you may want to take that into consideration when you're choosing which size you want.

[bugwolfsstuff]

Trials of Loki AU Chapter 1

@parrotxx I did it!

Well atleast the first Chapter. I'm still not sure how i'll get him to earn his place back to godhood. And it was a little rushed near the end. Also havent proof read.

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Hi, I'm Loki Laufeyjarson. I used to be a god—err, Jotun. My 'godly membership' was revoked two thousand and sixteen years ago.

In my many, many years of living (if you can call most of it life), the Aesir have punished me in lots of creative ways. They've forced me to go get new golden hair for Sif. Let my mouth get stitched up. Murdered my sons and defiled their corpses to chain me to a rock. Put a snake over the aforementioned rock to drip venom on my face until Ragnarok.

But never in my immortal existence have they done something like this.

And I'm not even sure how they did it.

The last thing I remember was making an err...tactical retreat after a flyting with Magnus Chase. Being in a walnut that I definitely chose to be in, then sitting on a table surrounded by very angry Aesir, and then falling. Buildings spiralling in and out of my view. I tried to shapeshift into a bird, a dragon, or maybe even a butterfly—something that, as a Jotun, should come naturally to me, but I just kept falling, still humanoid. Which is very...uncomfortable.

Thankfully, I had a soft landing.

I sat up, groaning in a pile of leaves, spitting out a red leaf, and glaring at the park groundskeeper, who was staring at me bewildered. My ribs ached, and I was pretty sure were broken.

"What?" I snapped, "Never seen a guy fall from the sky?"

The groundskeeper's jaw dropped, and he fled, leaving his rake behind. Pretty sure he needed that.

The very annoying voice of Odin rang in my mind: YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, LOKI.

"Very helpful, Odin. Now, how do I fix it? Do I have to watch one of your stupid PowerPoints?" I asked, "Get you a new raven?"

Odin's shrill voice boomed in my head like he was yelling too close into a microphone: FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF.

I rolled my eyes, massaging my temples. Great. Just great. Not only do I get—

—AND MY POWERPOINTS AREN'T STUPID, Odin bellowed before going completely silent.

Well, they are, old man, I thought before attempting to pick myself up from the leaf pile. My ribs cracked and throbbed in protest, and my stomach clenched. I barely managed to stand up before I wanted to sit back down again.

My vision blurred. I was in some sort of park. Blobs that I assumed were mortal children were playing loudly on a bigger blob—a playground of some sort, maybe?— nearby. Another grey blob stood in front of me—A statue, sadly probably not of me. I could hear running water, a fountain?

I took a deep breath, which was a mistake.

"Owwwweee!" I hissed through my teeth, "Yep. Yep, ribs definetly broken!"

My entire body screamed at me to lie back down. This mortal form was so... fragile. Every movement felt like snake venom dripping on my face, only this time it was my entire body. Everything was so soft and painful — How do you humans live like this? How do you deal with being so, so...weak? So fragile? Broken that easily? I hated it!

I managed to —painfully— drag myself to a bench, which proved to me once again that my ribs were definitely broken.

On the bright side: my vision finally decided to stop pretending it's a funhouse mirror and I could properly take in my surroundings.

I was right about the statue, it was not of me. Very sad. It was of that one guy—Leaf I think his name was. Seriously you mortals should get a statute of me erected (haha) instead of that nobody.

The sound of wolves howling rudely broke me out of my thoughts.

Which meant Fenris' pups were on the prowl.

Now usually I'm fine with wolves, my own son Fenris was born a wolf after all and these were his children—my grandchildren. But, I knew well enough to tell the difference between an 'I'm hungry let's go hunt, guys' howl and an 'Oh my gods guys. I love you all so much' howl.

This howl was the former.

And I'm not sticking around for it. Not because I think they'll attack me. They wouldn't dare try that. But because watching my grandchildren tear apart a mortal or the odd demigod brings back some very um.... unpleasant memories.

With a very painful protest from my squishy, broken, weak mortal body, I got up from the bench and started hobbling out of the park.

As I trudged out of the park and up the street, It started pouring rain because I clearly hadn't been humiliated enough. Thor decided to soak me.

"Really?" I yelled at the sky, slightly regretting it at the sharp sting of my ribs.

YES REALLY, Odin's voice boomed in my head. Though that could have been my imagination or delirium from the broken ribs.

"I'd never do this to you!" I retorted, pointing angrily at my head. Earning some weird looks from passing mortals.

YES YOU WOULD, several Aesir said in unison before going silent once more.

It's true I would. But that was beside the point! 

I am once again asking how you mortals deal with this? THIS IS TORTURE! And I should know! I've been tortured! Many times!

A car driving past decided I wasn't soaked and miserable enough and lovingly gave me a splash of muddy water, soaking my clothes, causing them to cling to my body.

I snarled before shivering.

I have to get out of here fast, I thought bitterly. I couldn't stay in one place for too long, not unarmed and injured anyway; I have too many enemies. All of which want me dead. Can't imagine why, I'm a delight!

But the problem with having as many enemies as I have is that I don't have many allies. There's my wife Sigyn, she's the only person I truly trust to not stab me in the back—mostly cause her hands are full from holding the bowl over my face but I digress.

But that opens up a whole other problem: I don't know where she is. She could be across the country ceramic bowl shopping for all I know!

So that kinda leaves me only one option, and I know neither one of us is going to like it. But I am really starting to feel woozy and I don't have a choice.

I stood outside Randolph Chase's mansion—well more Magnus Chase's mansion. I think Randy died, pretty sure I killed him. Not too sure about that, some of my memories are a bit foggy. Hope that's not a permanent thing.

Despite our rocky history of me trying to kill him and possibly killing his uncle, the son of Frey has proven himself to be somewhat sympathetic to me in the past. So maybe, I could appeal to his sense of compassion.

And if that doesn't work then I'll just convince one of my children to let me in. Because my children just cannot say no to me.

Because if they say no I'll make them say yes because they owe it to me for their powers and creating them.

Yay, parenting! 

The snarling wolf knocker rattled as I knocked on the door. Seriously what was it with Randy and wolves? Like, dude your sister got mauled by wolves have some decency...oh right he worked with me. He doesn't have that.

I yawned and rubbed my eyes. Why did I feel so tired all of a sudden? Why am I even doing this?

The door swung open and I had to dodge to avoid being hit in the face, something my broken ribs enjoyed very much.

It was in fact not Magnus that made an attempt on my life through door. It was the green-headed menace that I called my child.

Alex Fierro.

He—she? I couldn't tell, guess Odin didn't just take my immortality—didn't react to me in her/his usual hateful face. Which was a good sign. What wasn't a good sign was the fact that my vision was starting to swim again.

"Hey, Alex!" I chirped, before promptly passing out.

Oh for fuck sake.

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Chapter 2: Will be written soon.

[simplepotatofarmer]

Hello!!! Would absolutely love to know if you have any personal headcanons of each dsmp character appearance i.e the hybrid types they may be? (Is Dream human? Or is he some kind of goat-hybrid? Or shapeshifting blob??!)

HM.

for c!dream, he's either human or a rabbit hybrid to me! i tend to think that 'just human' is more canon, if you will, but rabbit hybrid is kinda my favorite. i think it's very fitting, as someone who has a rabbit! i specifically see him as a light brown flemish giant or a palomino rabbit, leaning more towards the latter!

c!wilbur is usually also just a guy but if i give him animal features, in my head he's based off a secretary bird!

c!bad is a very tall demon man. c!ant is basically just a cat except a little bigger. think puss in boots. that's ant to me.

c!puffy and c!schlatt are both sheep! a cotswold and a jacob's sheep respectively.

c!tubbo is a goat i guess because it's popular headcanon but honestly? i see him as his minecraft skin. he is just some blonde teenager to me. same with c!tommy. you could find both of them at a mall or whatever.

c!skeppy to me is like.... a diamond construct thing. or at the very least, some kind of diamond based imp. but generally i see him as this small construct! kinda like a copper golem but skeppy.

i dig the idea of a pig hybrid c!niki (i love pigs) but generally she's either human and pretty buff or i'll go with the cat hybrid thing!

c!tina is a jackalope demon thing masquerading as a cat girl. c!hbomb is, hear me out, a cow hybrid also masquerading as a cat girl. this makes sense in my head.

then a lot of my opinions do fall in line with fanon opinion for the most part. like, yeah, phil is a blond dude with wings. techno is obviously a pigman. same for the rest of the dteam (though i kinda have a thing with c!george being part warden 'cause of how much he sleeps, don't ask but they're also both blue coded so). c!sam is obviously a creeper hybrid of some kind.

i want so badly to have c!eret be a swan or peafowl hybrid because those are so elegant and especially peafowl have some amazing colorations that scream royalty but i do dig the herobrine lore connection.

if i had my way, c!jack would be a cyborg donkey hybrid, specifically a mammoth jackstock. it would look so sick.

anyway. my favorite websites are livestock ones, can you tell?

[expandingetheria]

" Well with the cloning project complete i can do a little "taste test" on one of my copies ! There's no harm in finding out my flavor! "

The blobby mad scientist said with excitement before going into a manical laugh that caused her entire body to jiggle like jello .

Meanwhile a special shapeshifter was sneaking up behind her with their teeth turning to fangs and their hefty tail sliding across the floor .

" oh entrapta darling you weren't the only one curious about your flavor you know ~ "

The shapeshifter's maw opened wide before entrapta could even get a word out they were practically inhaling the princess meal right along with the hoverpads keeping her anywhere near active all sliding down their throat. That behemoth set of buns being the hardest to swallow down as entrapta squirmed and pleaded .

" y-you can taste one of no! All my clones and use that tech yourself just don't do this! "

The shapeshifter wasn't even listening as their flabby arms just pulled more of blobtrapta in eventually swallowing the head that was pleading with them before taking their sweet time gulping down the rest of the second biggest blob in brightmoon . Until there was no sign the princess was even there outside of the behemoth belly the shapeshifter now possessed as their own true size was let out the shifter no longer worried about even remotely trying to keep appearances up.

" nobody likes the taste of a cheap copy darling . Besides you were causing problems for my own plans for brightmoon so this had to happen ~

And well it's survival of the fattest around here wouldn't you agree ?~ "

They said with mocking tone and a smirk as they patted their gut the original entrapta would soon become just another part of.

The original entrapta is gone and now all that remains of her madness is a bunch of entrapta clones

[five-rivers]

A Star is Born!

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After revealing himself as a ghost (as a hero) (as an inhuman monster), Danny had gotten used to people staring at him.  Even people who had known him for a long time.  Especially people who had known him for a long time.  Something something, couldn’t reconcile the person they knew with the person they admired, according to Jazz.  

Danny had, honestly, enjoyed the attention at first.  It was kind of like with the Yetis!�� But the thrill of being invited to every party wore thin fast.  Now he just ignored it the best he could.  

Today, however, was different, and it was really getting on his nerves.  Today, there was giggling.  

So, he normally didn’t mind giggling, but it was coinciding with an awful lot of pointing and whispering.  That, he was less fond of.  

Still.  What could he do about it?  Other than be annoyed.  He was going to do that anyway.  He got his breakfast (the lunch ladies were staring) and sat down at his usual table to wait for Tucker.  Sam was taking a zero period cooking class, and wouldn’t meet up with them until ten minutes before the bell rang.  

“Oh my gosh!”

Danny looked up.  Tucker was standing a few paces from the cafeteria doorway.  His eyes sparkled with emotions Danny had never before seen outside of an anime.  He looked delighted.  

“Danny, dude!” said Tucker, and now he flung his arms out and to the sides so violently the stylus attached to his PDA went flying and would have been lost to the mysterious and forbidden lands behind the breakfast-line counter if not for Danny’s swift use of telekinesis.  “Where did you get those nekomimi?  They look so realistic!”

“The what?” asked Danny.  

“The cat ears!”

“What cat ears?” asked Danny.  

There was a moment of silence as the whispers stopped.  

“He doesn’t know,” hissed someone, their voice carrying easily across the cafeteria.  

“I need to film this.”  There was a mad scramble for phones, PDAs, and in one notable case a full sized TV camera that absolutely should not be on campus.  

“Tucker,” said Danny, “are you telling me that there are cat ears on my head right now?”

“I mean, I guess they could be dog or wolf ears, but, yes.”

Danny raised his hands to the sides of his heads and found his earlobe.  It felt a bit… weaker, more fragile, than it had before.  He traced the sides of his ears up and up and up and…

“Tucker,” said Danny, holding onto the very tips of his ears, “why?”

“I don’t know, man.  Didn’t Frostbite say you might get shapeshifting powers?”  Tucker shuffled forward.  “Maybe you’re thinking too hard about cats.  Do you have a tail and is it fuzzy?”

Danny opened his mouth to say no, but then experienced the always-unsettling sensation of his spine reconstructing itself while he was still human.  Then, to Danny’s mortification, there was a terrible ripping sound and a fully formed and very fluffy tail unrolled itself.  

Across the room, Paulina stood up, a determined expression on her face.  “If you do requests, can you make your eyes green and pretty and sparkly and huge and slitted like a cat’s?  I’ve always wanted to see what that would be like on a human.”

Danny wasn’t intending to take requests.  He didn’t even know what was really going on.  But no one had given his power that memo, so it did it anyway.  

“Wasn’t there a cat guy ghost alr–?” started Ashley.  

“No, we don’t talk about them,” said Paulina.  "They don't count."

More importantly for Danny, who also wanted to forget that particular ghost, the cat (boy) was out of the bag.

"What about wings?  Can you do wings?"

"Make yourself look older and you can buy beer at–"

"Younger!  I want to see what Phantom would have looked like as a baby!"

"Can you do plants?  Oak trees?  Roses?"

"Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!"

"What about other ghosts?  What about blob ghosts?"

"Ooh!  Ooh!  Can you become a cockroach?"

"No!  Don't make him be a cockroach!"

"Metamorphosis, people!" shouted Mr. Lancer.  "What is– I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream!"

It was really impressive how Mr. Lancer said that all in a single breath.  Well.  Shrieked it in a single breath.

"HI, Mr. Lancer," said Danny, miserably, having become a shambling mound, "can I call home?"

"Can you- can you not… turn back?"

There was a sort of slurping sound as Danny's various body parts rearranged themselves.  

"I don't have a good handle on it yet," said Danny, trying to affect unconcern.

"Involuntarily transforming into whatever people say?" asked Tucker, voice slightly washed out.

"Something like that, I think."  

"Well," started Mr. Lancer.  

The cafeteria doors were thrown open and Mrs. Woods strode in.  "Where is my latest drama star?"  She didn't wait for an answer before shouldering through the crowd and picking Danny up off the floor.  "There you are."

"I'm not in drama," said Danny.  

"Nonsense!  You'll be a natural.  Just imagine all the parts you could play!  We'll immerse you in the world of drama.  Acting.  Staging.  Theater!  You'll have all the drama you can stomach!"

"But I don't want any drama," Danny tried protesting again, but she was already dragging him off.  "To the stage."

"Mrs. Woods!  I don't think I can stomach anything!"

"That's fine!  Many are the great actors who barred from stage fright!"

"It's not stage fright!"  It might have been a little stage fright, but becoming a loose heap of assorted body parts via shapeshifting not five minutes ago was playing a much larger part in his reticence.  "Mrs. Woods, I can’t–"

"There is no can't in drama, only yes and!"

"Isn't that improv?!" wailed Danny as she carried him through the door.  

“Yes, and?”

“My elective is astronomy!”

“And I’m electing to ignore it!”

“Holly!” called Mr. Lancer.  “You can’t just kidnap students!  The time to change classes is over!  We’re halfway through the term, for love of education!”

Like this would be any more okay if it was still the beginning of the term.  

“An exception can be made!”

Sometimes, Danny wondered if Mrs. Woods was a ghost.  She certainly acted like it, sometimes.  Either way, he’d had enough.  He phased out of Mrs. Woods’s grip.  

“No!” she hollered, even as Danny hid behind a horribly out-of-breath Mr. Lancer.  “My star!”

A door down the hallway opened up.  “Are you looking for me?” asked Star.  “Can it wait?  I’m making up a test.”

“It’s not about you,” said Danny.  

“Great,” said Star.  She eyed Mrs. Woods.  “Good luck, or whatever.”  She shut the door with a clunk.  

“So, uh.  Can I go home?” asked Danny.  

“Go to the office and ask if your parents can sign you out.”

“I can fly–”

“You’re sick, right?”

“Yeah.”

“You need your parents to sign you out.”

“William,” said Mrs. Woods.  “You can’t do this to me!  I supported your bid for a field trip to the Shakespeare festival!”

“You did that for your own reasons!”

Danny, wisely, slunk away.  He definitely wouldn’t be coming back until he could control his new shapeshifting powers.

[kachikirby]

GranEssex Chronicles: Chapter 2 - Adjustment

It was the day after Meta was brought aboard the GranEssex and Kurabe felt it was time to get him used to the ship and her crew.

"Meta, allow me to introduce you to Mercury."

To her, there was no better person to start that with then with the vice-captain of the ship, Mercury. There was one problem with this, though: Meta still seemed wary about her, despite showing much curiosity about the metal woman yesterday. Mercury herself could also tell that the child was wary as well, so she decided to show off her specialty. The woman's body began to morph into a different form, becoming a silver copy of Kurabe. This instantly grabbed Meta's attention with his hesitance dropping a little.

"How did you do that?!" He said in amazement.

Mercury gave a soft chuckle. "I am a Limet, a race of shapeshifters. I can become anything-"

She then morphed into an exact copy of Meta.

"Or anyone. I have my limits, of course, there's a few things I can't copy, and some transformations use up a lot of energy. When I run out of energy..."

She then morphed into a small silver blob.

"I revert to my original form."

His curiosity further piqued, the child picked up the small blob, which was roughly the size of his foot.

"Is this how you really look?" He asked.

He then gave the blob a light squeeze. "You're so squishy..."

Internally, Mercury was trying to remain calm. Not only did she not like being in her original form, she also didn't like being squeezed. But if it meant getting Meta to warm up to her, she would just have to deal with it.

"Squishy... squishy..."

Admittedly, Kurabe was much too entertained by the child's amusement to say anything.

"...what's this?"

He gave a slight squeeze to the blue, diamond-shaped object within the blob. That's when Mercury shot out of Meta's hands and transformed back into her preferred appearance.

"That was my core. My heart, in other terms. I'd appreciate it if you don't do that. Ever." She uttered, clenching her chest with her face a bright red color.

The child gave a silent nod, shuddering from how sudden the action was. It was then that Kurabe stepped forward and spoke up.

"I'm sorry, Meta. I should've mentioned that you can squish any other part of her but her core."

"You have nothing to feel bad about, kid." Mercury said, her composure regained. Though she did shoot Kurabe a glare as well.

"I... I'm sorry..." Meta uttered, looking down at the floor.

"I said it's fine. You didn't know. Just be careful from now on." Mercury then placed her hand on Meta's head.

There was a moment of silence.

"...why do you stay in that form? You're a lot cuter and squishier in your true form..."

Mercury's face became a shade of crimson. She was never good at receiving compliments like that.

"I just prefer this form. It's what makes me Mercury and not just another Limet..." She murmured while covering her eyes with her hat.

"It's also because you like to be tall." Kurabe said with a slight smirk.

"That's irrelevant, Kurabe." Mercury said with a pout.

The warrior only laughed in response. "Well, I have to go do some work now. You two get along now and enjoy your tour of the ship!"

This made her student concerned and confused. "Sensei, what are you going to do? You never told me anything about what's going on..."

"I have to fill out some paperwork to allow you to become my student and stay on this ship. I also have to do some negotiations with my colleagues..."

There was a moment of pause, as if the child needed to process this.

"I understand, sensei." Meta said, sounding somewhat worried upon hearing that. He then received a pat on the head from Mercury.

"It'll be fine, kid. No one's a more forceful-, I mean, skilled interrogator than her." She said with a slight laugh.

"Are they really that bad?" The child asked.

"Stubborn is a better term."

Kurabe gave a shrug as she said that. "Anyway, I'll check on you later, Meta. Listen to everything Mercury says, there's no one more reliable than she is."

"Ok." The child nodded in understanding.

"Good, I'll talk to you two later."

With that said, Kurabe closed the door to her room, leaving just Mercury and Meta in the hallway.

"Now I suppose I'll show you the most important facility first. Our first stop will be the command room.

Meta nodded in response and began to follow after the woman.

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As the two walked Meta kept noticing crewmates wearing similar armor doing all sorts of different tasks.

"Ms. Mercury-" He suddenly asked.

"Please, just Mercury."

"...Mercury, who are those people? I figure they're other crewmates."

"Those are the Bukisets. They're normally armored mercenaries, though the ones here are under the direct command of Kurabe... and me when she isn't around."

Meta looked back at the armored mercenaries.

"How many of them are there?"

"There are eight of them on this ship."

"Are they all named Bukiset?"

"Yes, all of them are named Bukiset."

"How do you tell the difference between them then?"

"Small details. While each of them are very similar to one another, it's the small differences that make each one stand out. For example, the one sweeping the floor over there is left-handed, all the others are right-handed. The one polishing the windows over there always drinks orange juice even if orange flavors don't mix well with the food we serve. There are several others, but those are just a few examples. Being able to point out small details like that is a very important skill to have, Meta. Make sure to keep that in mind."

"I know... I had to be like that back when I was living on my own..." The child uttered with a sigh.

"Then you already have experience. Good, that'll make teaching you easier. Now come on, we're almost there." She seemed to grab his stub and drag him the rest of the way there.

Wherever this woman was taking him, she seemed to be very excited about it.

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After a few minutes, they arrived at the command room.

"Alright this is the command room. Think of it as the main base of operations. We meet here for strategy meetings, giving out orders, and contacting and receiving calls. When she's not filling out paperwork or training this is usually where you can find Kurabe."

This made the child scratch his head a bit. "Then what's the purpose of her room?"

"Everyone has their own rooms. Mainly for recreational purposes or just to sleep. She prefers to handle paperwork and personal matters in her room."

"Personal matters?"

"Matters that pertain only to her. Like when her mentor just wants to talk with her, for example. Everyone's entitled to privacy, you know?"

He looked at her curiously. "I see. Privacy wasn't a thing back on that planet."

"Well, now you have it here." She replied with a slight laugh.

"So that room I slept in last night…"

"Yup, that was your personal room. If you want, one of these days I could help you decorate it to make it more personalized for you."

The child didn't really understand how they would do that when he didn't know what to do to make it more personalized for him, but he agreed to it anyway. After hearing that, Meta went off to look around the room. There was a large table in the middle of the room with various chairs against it and several large monitors on the walls. Some of these were blank screens, and others seemed to just project security footage from elsewhere in the ship. There were also several expensive-looking gadgets, likely for contacting people outside of the ship. Not to mention the room itself was massive, likely to fit the entire crew into this room. Such a large size also made the child feel small.

"…doesn't she ever get lonely sitting around in a big room like this?" The child suddenly asked.

"Maybe, but she usually isn't alone. She's always accompanied by someone, usually me. But now you also get to fill that role."

"What do you do in here?"

To the child, it didn't look like there was much to do inside this room if no meeting was going on.

"If there's no meeting going on, we use room to give out commands. Notice the communication device right there? It's connected to every speaker in the ship. This room is entirely for function. Now let's head to our next destination. I think you'll enjoy it."

Hearing that made the child excited.

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While Meta was on his tour, Kurabe was in a meeting with the rest of the Grand Five. The Grand Five is the five greatest members of the organization, led by General Z, the leader of the organization as a whole and more importantly, Kurabe's mentor.

"That concludes my report on yesterday's mission. Now, on to the primary subject of today's meeting, the child, Meta. I would like to request permission to take him in as my student and allow him to live on the GranEssex."

General Z looked at his old student with an impassive expression, which then turned into a small smile.

"I don't see any reason to not allow this. If he truly is as powerful as you say, Kurabe, then I can't think of anyone better suited to teach him."

Kurabe smiled at this, but her smile faded when her "rival" spoke up.

"With all due respect, general, I have to disagree. According to her report, this "Meta" she is talking about is a child."

This was Reedy, the Silver Tactician. He was a Limet like Mercury and the head strategist of The Organization. In Kurabe's opinion, he was also a huge pain in the ass.

"Yes, but that has not stopped us from recruiting children before, has it?" She seemed to glare directly at him.

"No, but we've never sent children into war zones before either, Kurabe. I know you; you go overboard with all of your students."

"Experience is the best teacher at times. There's some things that are better learned on the battlefield than in a simulator or training room."

"Young Kurabe is correct."

This old-sounding voice came from Bio Raiden, known as "the Lightning Shinobi" and grandmaster of the Bio ninja clan. "It may be true that he is a child, he also grew up on Opasnost Star, the planet nicknamed "the death trap planet". He has lived in a war zone. He would be safer under Kurabe's watchful eye."

"I understand that and agree with at least getting him off that planet. What I disagree with is bringing him into war zones and traumatizing him more than he more than likely already is."

Reedy gave a matter-of-fact reply, pushing up his glasses.

"Speaking of which, it is quite irresponsible of you to not have him undergo a medical exam or a psychological evaluation, Kurabe. Though I guess that's a given due to how sloppy and spoiled you are."

"That's an awful lot of assuming you're doing, Reedy. For starters, I just met him yesterday. Do you really think I'd have enough time for either of those exams?"

"What were you doing during that time you could have been administering them? Taking a nap? Training extensively? Or did you simply forget about it?"

"I was busy trying to get him to warm up to me so I could gain his trust and he wouldn't try to attack or anyone else on my ship whenever we administered those tests! Also, when did I say I would be throwing him into a war zone instantly? That's just something you came up with."

Reedy only replied with an irritated sigh and pulled up a series of notes, presenting them as if it was evidence. "Every student that has quit learning from you has said that. Besides, that contradicts with what you said about experience being the best teacher and battlefields."

The warrior only gritted her teeth before quickly responding. "There's no contradiction. I said I wouldn't do it instantly. I still need give him that psych test and medical exam. Not only that, but I need to actually teach him how to fight properly. Once I believe he's ready, that's when I'll place him onto the battlefield. Also, every student that quit? You mean all five of them compared to the thirty that didn't? Reedy, I know exactly what this about. I get it, you're a father and don't like seeing children in pain. But, you have no reason to doubt me as a teacher."

Reedy sighed before folding his hands in front of him. "How do we know you're going to follow through with that promise? You're an impatient woman."

Before things could escalate, the final member of the Big Five spoke up.

"Reedy, I understand where you are coming from. However, you are being quite unfair. Kurabe does have the tendency to be hot-headed and impatient, yes. However, she never breaks a promise either."

Reedy seemed to groan, as if he knew that he couldn't deny that. The final member was a powerful mage named Momo, the Hidden-Fanged Witch. She was the head of the magic division of The Organization and usually the voice of reason in the Big Five, especially when it came to Kurabe and Reedy's arguments. Under normal circumstances, she is very soft-spoken and kind. However, all the other members know that there's more to the mage than what's on the surface.

"Let's bring this to a vote." Z said before any more debates could break out. "Momo, you go first."

"The child is a Star Warrior, correct? Then I have no doubts in Kurabe's ability to teach him. Though I would like to show him a bit of magic, if that's ok with you. I vote yes."

Z nodded at the response. "Reedy?"

The Limet became silent, as if he either refused to agree or he was thinking about it. Noticing this, the general decided to give him time to think.

"Raiden, what do you think?"

"I have no objections. Young Kurabe has proven herself time and time again. My vote is yes."

Z nodded before turning to his former student.

"Kurabe, do you promise to devote yourself to this Meta?" He asked with a deadly serious tone, much different from his initial kind one.

"I promise." She responded, her tone equally serious.

Z's kind smile returned. "You know my answer then. Reedy, have you come to a decision?"

The final member replied with a sigh, thankfully lacking any of his earlier exhibited hostility.

"Kurabe, allow me to ask you one single question: Why exactly are you so desperate to let Meta become your student?"

The warrior glared at him with a serious look in her eyes.

"He was abandoned on a planet where only the strong survive. He might be a sweet kid, but he unfortunately has a warrior's bloodlust. I already see a lot of myself in him, both the good and the bad. As a fellow Star Warrior... no, as another orphan who was lost for a long time, it's up to me to look after him. He was already on the path to becoming a knight the moment I met him. It's up to me to make sure he thrives as one."

Reedy stared at Kurabe, trying to analyze her to see if she was lying. No... all he saw was a woman who desperately wanted to watch over a child.

"Kurabe, if you screw up, I'm taking him away from you." Reedy finally said.

"So, is that a "yes"?"

"It's not a no." He uttered under his breath. His screen then turned off, signifying that he left.

"...you think one of the kids was messing with his device again?" Momo asked, Kurabe giving a slight chuckle in response as Raiden let out a sigh.

Z cleared his throat, immediately gaining everyone's attention. "Kurabe, as you now have a new student, here's your new assignment: I want you to spend as much time training him as possible, so you'll have two months of being off-duty. Don't worry about pay, this'll be a S-class mission, so you'll be compensated accordingly. Any objections to that?"

"I have no objections to this, sir." She then stood up and gave a bow of respect. "Thank you very much for this opportunity."

She was grateful that she kept her eye visor on at this time, as she began to feel her eyes water.

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It didn't take Meta long to figure out that the place Mercury was talking about was the training room.

"Alright, we're here, Meta. Welcome to our training room."

The child looked around wide eyed at the large area. Various exercise machines were lined against the wall, but there was one thing that caught his attention completely.

"Mercury, what's with those robots?"

"These are robots used for combat training."

"Can I examine one?"

Upon seeing Mercury's confused face, Meta elaborated.

"Sometimes while scavenging for supplies, I would come across different types of machines. They always fascinated me." He seemed to utter shyly.

"Oh... then go ahead. Take as much of a look as you want."

The child quickly got to work. The training machines were about the same size as Mercury, and each had a symbol on the chest. This symbol presumably being the symbol of The Organization.

"Mercury, how powerful are these machines?"

"The strength of these machines vary based on whatever symbol you see on the front of the robot. It's based on the classification system used by The Organization."

"Classification?"

"The organization classifies missions, groups, and individuals with a ranking system. F rank is the lowest. F rank subjects are usually of no threat. Then E rank, then D, C, B, A and finally S rank. S being the most dangerous."

The child looked at the woman in interest. "Has sensei fought all of those?"

"Oh, definitely. I have as well. Would you like to fight one for yourself?"

"Uh-huh!" He nodded enthusiastically.

"Then let's start off with something simple. I'll have you fight two F rank and one E rank at the same time. Sound good to you?"

After seeing another nod, Mercury walked over to the wall and pressed a button on it. Then a part of the wall opened, revealing various training weapons.

"Pick whichever you'd like."

Meta walked up to the stash of weapons and inhaled a sword, gaining a purple hat. Other than inhaling, this was the inherent ability of all Star Warriors, known as the Copy Ability.

"Ah, you went right for the sword? How interesting."

"It's close enough to the sticks I normally use." Meta breathed in and out, his eyes becoming sharp and focused. "I'm ready."

"Good luck."

Mercury pressed a few buttons on a remote, activating three of the machines.

The two F ranks rushed forward with their claws, only for Meta to swing his sword horizontally, the sheer force of the swing tearing the robots in half. The E rank began to fire its gun arm from a safe distance. The child jumped up high and landed right behind the machine, thrusting his sword straight through it. He had defeated the machines in just under one minute.

"How impressive... though I guess that's expected from a Star Warrior like you."

Meta's eyes were still sharp. "Bring on the next one." He uttered.

Mercury shook her head. "No, this was just a taste of what's to come. You'll have plenty of opportunities to train later."

The child only pouted in response as his eyes lost all their previous sharpness. Suddenly, his stomach growled, causing his cheeks to turn bright red.

Mercury gave a laugh as she took his hand. "Come on, let's get lunch."

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The cafeteria amazed the child Meta. After years of needing to scavenge for food and water, a place like this was almost unbelievable. Before Mercury could say anything, she was cut off by the child shouting.

"C-can I have all the food I want here?!" He exclaimed immediately with his eyes sparkling.

"Not all of it. You need to leave some for the rest of the crew." She said with a chuckle. "But you can choose whatever you want."

"But I don't know what I want! There's sooooo much good stuff here!" He exclaimed.

"Then it's a good thing you're going to be here for a long time." said Kurabe as she walked in through the door. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to try everything, Meta. Don't be in such a rush."

He still looked unsure about what he wanted to eat. Kurabe decided to do things herself and got a plate full of food for the puff.

"It's all good, Meta, so enjoy it, and please remember your table manners."

The child paused for a moment to think about what she had said.

"So... no inhaling?"

"No inhaling." She firmly nodded as she placed the food in front of him.

Meta looked at the dish for a moment before immediately eating everything on it. He absolutely loved every bite he took. Before now, all he had to eat was what he could find, mainly beef jerky. While he did find other things he could eat, they were either scraps or moldy. While he could eat the scraps, they weren't that filling unless he ate a lot of them. Not only that, but he also learned the hard way that he couldn't eat moldy food. As a result, he sometimes went to sleep hungry. That why this place was simply amazing. He could eat whenever he wanted!

Suddenly, he felt a pat on his head.

"Take your time, Meta. No one's going to take it from you." He looked up to see Kurabe quietly stroking his head.

With a nod, Meta kept eating until eventually his plate was cleaned off completely.

"So, what did you think?"

"This was great! Though I think I liked that chicken you made yesterday more."

His mentor gave a slight chuckle. "Well, thank you. I'd be happy to make other dishes for you sometime."

She then looked at Mercury, who had also finished eating. "Mercury, inform the crew that we'll be taking off in one hour."

"Right away, Captain."

As the vice captain saluted and walked away, she turned her attention back to Meta.

"So, what do you think of the GranEssex?"

The child seemed to hesitate in his answer for a moment. "I... I like this place but... it makes feel strange..."

"Strange how?" She asked, in a concerned tone.

"It makes me want to smile... I've never felt like that before."

The warrior smiled in response. "That means you're happy, Meta."

"That... so?" He uttered quietly. "I think I like it..."

Kurabe gave a slight hum. "Well, I hope you continue to feel that way-"

She was suddenly caught off-guard by a hug from the child. She briefly looked at him in surprise as she heard a few quiet sobs escape from him.

"Meta?"

There was silence as she placed a hand on his head and stroked him softly.

"...thank you..."

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The hour of prep time has passed and the GranEssex was ready to take off. Meta was now in his room, looking at the planet he lived on for one last time. He felt the ship rumble and leave the ground.

"I suppose this is goodbye..." He uttered with a sigh.

"I assume you wanted to just say goodbye to it one last time?"

He turned around to see Mercury standing in the doorway.

"Not really. This was my home, but I don't feel sad about leaving it."

The woman gave a nod as she entered the room. "Yeah, after hearing Kurabe describe it, I can't imagine you'd ever want to go back here again."

"No. I hated this place, but it felt necessary say goodbye to it."

"Ah, I understand that." The woman nodded upon hearing that.

The two simply stood in silence as the ship continued to fly up through the atmosphere. Suddenly, Meta squeezed Mercury's hand.

"Hmm? Something wrong?"

"...you're a lot better when you're squishy."

A bright red blush immediately shot across the woman's face.

"Y-you want squishy, huh?" Mercury uttered.

She then ripped off a small part of her body, which quickly regenerated.

"Here, kid, it's a stress ball."

The child took the blob and squished it in his hands. It was just like when he was squishing Mercury in her true form this morning.

"Thank you, Mercury!"

"No problem, kid! I hope you enjoy your time here!"

Meta nodded and went back to looking at the planet he once called home. Now he had a new home. A home he needed to protect. Suddenly, a wave of tiredness surged throughout his body. Mercury seemed to notice this as well.

"I'll let you get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, Meta!" She said with a smile before heading out of his room.

"Then... good night..." Meta replied quickly.

"What a strange phrase. Hopefully, I'll get used to it." The child thought to himself.

He then walked over to his bed and got underneath the blankets, curling up into a slight ball. It felt... warm. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Good night, Meta." said Mercury's voice. Hearing this made him slightly jump awake.

"M-Mercury...? Where are you?" He uttered, tensing up.

"You know when someone says good night, you aren't supposed to wake up, right?"

Meta noticed that her voice seemed to be coming from the stress ball she made. He silently blinked in confusion.

"But how...?"

"I can talk through any part of my body, even if that part is separate from my main body. Now get some sleep, kid, no doubt Kurabe's gonna push you to your limit tomorrow."

He gave a nod in response. "Alright. Good night again, Mercury."

Meta quickly fell asleep soon after, dreaming about his new life with his new family.

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Extra: Toyhouse Pages for Appearing Characters

General Z

Reedy

Momo

Bio Raiden

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Shifter HRT, part 1 – Egg, Cracked

So you want to be a shifter? You’ve read about humanity replacement therapy, or species HRT, but can’t find anything about the shifter version? You’re scared, you’re worried this isn’t the path for you, but part of you wants it more than anything?

You’re not alone. I’ve been there. I’m still there. And I’ve taken the first steps. Tomorrow I have my first appointment, though not with a doctor, and if all goes well, by this time tomorrow, I’ll have taken my first dose.

I’m writing this so you’ll have it easier than I did. Also, I want there to be a record, in case something happens to me. I’m not exactly doing this the traditional way.

* * *

I’ve known what I wanted to be since I knew shifters existed. Everything I heard about them – being fluid, shapeshifting – felt right. I started imagining myself as one. If you’re reading this, you probably know how that feels.

I hid it. Even as a kid, I knew people wouldn’t react well to what went on in my head. You’re not supposed to relate to monsters.

Then things got complicated when I realised I was trans. I told myself that wanting to be a shifter was all about wanting to fix my body, since being able to shapeshift would make that easy. I certainly did want that – but I’d imagined myself as a shifter since long before then. I’d imagined being able to change myself in many other ways, before transition became the most important thing. And after transition, so much was better, but that longing didn’t go away.

This isn’t a contradiction. Fixing one thing, even the most urgent thing, like I did, doesn’t automatically fix everything. But I was in denial. I’d transitioned (once); everything was supposed to be fine, now. I told myself the rest was a fantasy.

Then I heard about species HRT. I read about someone becoming a slime – and that did something to me. Slimes are fluid, and so are shifters. Shifters are slime-adjacent, for sure. Maybe this wasn’t just a fantasy. Maybe it could be real.

I’m not in denial anymore. Egg cracked. Time to transition again.

* * *

Were there signs? Oh yes, there were signs.

Nimona. Mystique. Slime girls. The Changelings. And when a character says no solid could ever understand, feeling it like a punch to the gut. Wanting to understand.

Wanting to fly, wanting to swim. Wondering what it’s like to be huge, or tiny, or a tree, or a rock. Wanting to be everything. Fluidity. Freedom. Flowing and pooling, wanting to be a blob of goo with no form at all.

Learning to phantom-sense extra limbs. Being a shifter in daydreams. Learning to lucid dream so I could learn to shapeshift in there. Still being sad because it could only ever be an approximation.

Sitting by the lake, longing to merge with the water and lose myself for a while. Wishing it wasn’t water, but other shifters, welcoming.

Sometimes want isn’t the word at all, but need.

And there are people who can actually do these things, and I can’t? How is that fair? What sort of world has shifters in it and I’m not one?

Sound familiar?

I read everything I can find about them. Not stories written by humans – those aren’t accurate. Most are just sex, or all about fear and hunger and absorption. Shifters don’t absorb people! – it’s their biggest taboo. I read stories shifters write for themselves – and I can’t get enough. Just don’t look in the comments: you’ve got humans calling them monsters, telling them what they should go do to themselves – and a few brave shifters saying how much the stories mean to them. Sometimes the stories disappear, but they always come back.

‘Fluid as the ocean, wild as the wind, and cannot be contained.’ That’s a thing they say about themselves. That should be me.

I don’t comment, don’t interact – hiding, remember? But the stories mean so much to me, too. They’re a window onto how my life could be. I tried to tell myself this was just a sex thing for a while – more denial. There are plenty other stories I could read, if that was all I wanted. But that isn’t what I imagine when I imagine shifters, or even shifter sex. I imagine being one.

Haters would call me a traitor to my own species. They’d call me sick, mentally ill, monsterfucker, monster. Like I haven’t heard all that before for being trans. I want to tell them I’m nothing like them, that they can keep their precious humanity if this is what it looks like – but I don’t dare. I’m too afraid: what if they’re right? I know what I want to be, I know what I should be, but I look at my body and think: this is what I am, fixed, solid, human. I can’t do anything about it, no matter what I am on the inside, no matter how much I hate it. And this is familiar, too – I felt the same way before my first transition. Trapped as something I hated being. Powerless.

* * *

Except, now, there is something I can do about it.

No doctors prescribe shifter HRT – unlike for other species. The only source is the few shifters who figured out how to make it. They keep it tightly controlled, so they can control who gets it. They want to make sure we meet their standards – that we’re shifter enough. I don’t like that. But other people, who want to make it freely available, haven’t figured out how to make it yet.

I’m not waiting for them, not now that I’ve decided. I couldn’t. I could die – accidents happen, after all. How would I feel, knowing I was dying human, still wondering what it would have been like? Never really having been me? No. I’m not waiting.

So I got in touch, and I spoke to one of them online. She arranged the appointment, and now she’s flying in – and I’m pretty sure that means as a bird, not on a plane. All I have to do is convince her. Tomorrow determines everything. If it goes well, I’ll be starting right away.

I still can’t quite believe it. It feels too good to be true. But it is. It really is. It was the same before – I couldn’t believe anything would change till I took my first dose of estrogen. Sometimes reason isn’t enough, planning isn’t enough, sometimes it takes direct contradiction to break the hold a belief like that can have on me. I’ll never take hormones, meet I am now taking hormones. Suddenly I see I was wrong, and there is hope again.

And tomorrow it’s going to happen again. Hopefully. Finally.

And then I really won’t be human.

Next

I'm doing one of these now too! Inspired by the many other animal HRT stories, especially the two slime HRT series by @sandyca5tle and @scrubbinn. In the beginning it's drawing a lot on my own transition, but will be going very different places.

If you want to read more without waiting for the rest of the series, take a look at my other stories – shifters turn up in lots of them.

Oh and that list of signs? They're all real :)

Tag list (tell me if you want to be added):

@leahnardo-da-veggie @sandyca5tle @scrubbinn

[cool-cube]

this is the shapeshifter / gooey guy of this playlist. He's also my personal favourite of the ten. Anywho, here's Inkwell!

Species: Scriyoboid

Homeworld: Blancavanz

Abilities: Inkwell is effectively a big ol' blob of ink who can take basically any shape he wants. He can willingly change the colours of any part of his body, aside from his head. Inkwell's main ability is to bring his art to life, literally. He uses his inky body to draw on any surface & can then bring said art into the real world to use in combat.

Weaknesses: Inkwell & his art are both deathly weak to water. The slightest bit of water is enough to severely incapacitate him. Along with that, he's basically incapable of harming others without using his art, due to him just being a liquid. All of his art dissappears upon detransformation as it is made of his own genetic matter.

Trivia: It should come to no surprise that the Scriyoboids are a very creative species. Their kind are known for always finding new ways to push what others consider art. While they do dabble in visual & audio arts, they dabble in all sorts of "concept arts", such as "gaseous arts", "organic arts", "pyrokinetic arts" and so many more. They're a very docile species & haven't participated in any notable battles. They aren't exactly viewed as a threat to the rest of the Milky Way.

[millionsnife]

Eldritch creature knives au:

baby vash was the only plant rem pulled from the tank; there was no second child

baby vash found a weird goopy blob in the vents of ship five. he doesn't know what it is but he makes friends with it. names it knives

knives takes one look at vash in all his weird baby plant glory and goes "this is my person. i will devour the universe for this creature"

he's goopy. his natural form is a puddle of goop, but he spends the majority of his time wrapped around vash's neck in the form of a goopy little ferret

he can shapeshift. fond of becoming a 12 foot tall wolf with far too many teeth and the ability to unhinge its jaw anytime someone threatens his little brother

also technically genderless but vash declared him his big brother so he accepts male pronouns bc that's what vash keeps using

the ships crash due to an error in the ship systems somewhere; rem asks knives to take care of vash before she goes to try and fix the ships; she fails but vash is upset that the ships are falling and rem is gone so knives just... stretches himself out across dimensions and saves as many of the ships as he can. it's not many.

vash grows up with eldritch goop brother.

vash is in fact the sole being capable of controlling knives and as a result of knives tendency to murder anything that tries to hurt vash, vash now has a bounty on his head bc he's known to control knives. sorry vash, no matter the universe you just can't escape your brother turning you into a wanted man

as a multidimensional being, he exists in roughly 30 dimensions all at the same time, but he condenses himself down visibly to 3 in order to be less freaky to humans; vash has no problems with the thing bc he himself is technically a multi-dimensional being

knives does not see the way humans do; he sees things in terms of their soul-connections/relationships to each other. vash is solid as a multidimesional being, but humans are vague and wispy outlines at best. as a result he identifies people based on their degree of connection to vash

[blobfishious]

Blob’s Lore Corner: Electronians

Giant wall of summarized OC universe lore under the cut. Enjoy!!!

Real life context: Being one of my oldest races, they were originally depicted as inhabiting tv-head style robot bodies, causing the originally temporary name of “Electronians”. Many things will be simplified for the sake of convenience.

Electronians are one of the oldest known races in the universe, developing eleven billion four hundred ninety-three million years before the anchor year of 2109. They began as small sea creatures, however due to their nature they quickly overtook the oceans and the rest of their home planet. Their physiology varies greatly due to impacts of their environments*. Kind of like different dog breeds all still being dogs. They’re usually pink, red, or purple in coloration overall, however green hair and eyes are possible (similar to gingers) and rarest blue eyes appear in a very specific sub group.

*They reproduce parasitically, using other animals as hosts. Their young hijack the nervous system of the hosts with the purpose of accessing their senses to collect information. When they were fish, their young would mimic the creatures they observed in this period, as well as retaining traits directly from the host and from previous generations. This allowed easy infiltration of schools. All Electronians have an innate ability to tell when a creature is an Electronian. Some traits gained from one host linger throughout later generations, for example all non-aquatic electronians have the ability to transform their respiratory system to allow them to breathe underwater, such as lungs being converted to a swim bladder. Not all traits of hosts are kept, especially once they advanced past Just Being Fish.

Over time and through for the fun of it sci fi logic, they developed three types of abilities. In order of commonality and purpose within their original habitat: Shapeshifters (shifters) are capable of changes ranging from simply changing color to complete free shape shifting(limited by mass conservation), partially related to genetics but overall being a skill that has to be improved over time. This allowed for camouflage, as well as easier infiltration. Second are those with any form of telekinesis, there’s no real explanation, I just thought it was cool. Rarest are Seers, who are able to telepathically communicate with any other Seer(s). Their connections-Mental Links- are like a phone call: one initiates the connection and the other must “pick up the phone”. They can share things such as memory, active senses, thoughts, ect. When a connection is active, an eye of each of the participants changes to the color of the other. Before The Web Of Seers, the most links maintained at once was 8! Some smaller forms of these abilities are available to all members of specific sub groups. Some mutations of these abilities have appeared, such as Gauthier’s unlimited production of bone and keratin as an offshoot of shapeshifting.

This leads in to Electronian History. Their home planet also had two intelligent species- one more technologically advanced, and the other like a spore tribal stage. A member of the latter once ate a host, causing the baby to attempt and succeed in transferring hosts, unlocking the possibility of breaching these new races. One war and complete assimilation later they replaced the tribal species and slowly worked to do the same to the more advanced one, eventually succeeding. They gained a new host species in a livestock species, space faring technology, as well as an early form of microscopic robots used to repair the body, allowing conditional immortality. As they began to leave their home planet, a group came forward to lead and join all Electronians as they entered the unknown. One of these members was Keqsofos, who’s shapeshifting mutation allowed him to manipulate the bodies of other organic life, an ability that grew with time.

Over time, for various reasons this group slowly dwindled in numbers until the only person leading this expansion was Keqsofos**. He utilized shapeshifting to change in small ways when addressing specific groups as to be more relatable, and maintained a persona of a powerful yet grounded leader (aided by propaganda of course). He pushed for a constant expansion throughout their galaxy, and for mutants such as himself to be placed in higher standing. People were encouraged to hand over their children with these mutated abilities, however the majority went undetected and as an already rare phenomenon were very few and far between.

Up to, 2109 7 “Leaders” were surrendered to Keqsofos, the first being Miss, who he attempted to raise utilizing her skills in his first attempt at making a living weapon, however he gave up on her, abandoning her in her home planet. The second was Gauthier, who he chucked at the millitary and said “raise this kid to be your leader!” Third was Nyoma, then Elorey, Keqsofos’ son Armodeus, Aeron, and finally Maylee. Their reputations all proceeded them (sans Maylee he’s like 7) as (for some) billions of years of propaganda meant to make them these powerful Leaders shifted their public image greatly.

As they spread throughout the galaxy, Keqsofos felt his influence lessen. Being 11.3 BILLION years old at this point, a bit off his rocker and desperate to maintain power, he enlisted Elorey- who had become a very well known engineer- to lead the production of ships that acted as artificial planets, large enough to house their entire population of 85.8 billion. Keqsofos announced an end to their conquest, Gauthier retired, and he introduced this solution to a problem only he had. To his surprise, people weren’t very keen on uprooting their lives, some of which whose family and culture had existed for eons. Gauthier refused to call his armies to assist, so Keqsofos had his personal forces give people the option to either leave to live on the artificial planets, or to die. Roughly 39 billion people were “lost” in the transition, and many children were left orphaned as Keqsofos ordered no child to be harmed (father of the year).

MThis created what was known as The Orphan Planets, Valdell and Domici. All children left orphaned were homes on these planets and cared for by Nyoma and her assistants (largely androids at this period), which is how she gained the standing as The Mother to All. Over time, they became just another set of artificial planets. The rest of the planets put into use are Eadino with a population of ~8.2 billion***, Unasee (the largest and most complex as well as home of Keqsofos) with 7.4 bil, and Seserive (the largest water %) with 6.75 bil.

After witnessing this genocide, Elorey gained a conscious and lead the First Revolution, which failed, and he was made an example of why not to cross Keqsofos’ will, being mutilated on live television, yippie! And kept alive for his skills. Later, inspired by Elorey was the Second Revolution, which built the frameworks for the Final Electronian Revolution, but was seen as a failure in its time, as the majority of revolutionaries were executed or imprisoned. By now Keqsofos had ceased any attempts at maintaining a good public appearance, instead relying on intense policing, power, and what few extreme followers remained. Post-genocide his reputation plummeted, and it took 6822 years for him to finally be toppled and the people freed in the Final Electronian Revolution, lead by Tesla Parthier, Lolite Adalicia, Fafaill, Svaldifari Hanlon, and Lyrid. After this, connection with the Integalactic Union began and the people were able to return to their homes, or live on the artificial planets, as many had known nothing else.

To the rest of the universe, Electronians were like a galactic ghost story. Their home galexy was a ghost town, most planets unable to be explored due to remaining defenses, but SOS signals and warnings to escape continued to be sent out since the genocide. Electronians had avoided or predated the majority of intelligent life, and were thought to be nothing but a myth until the IU was able to gain contact with Armodeus by reverse engineering scavenged communications tech, and attempting contact. Keqsofos was pressured by Aeron and Armodeus to do something to satiate the Union, convincing him to send one or two people they’d so kindly select for him to one of the IU’s colonies as ambassadors. This was done with the intent to allow the growing revolution’s leader, Tesla, to gain more power through the help of the Union, and to topple Keqsofos. This plot eventually succeeded, and shortly after Keqsofos was toppled, upon realizing she would no be able to simply take over his position, Aeron hijacked two of the planets- Eadino and Unasee- kidnapping Elorey and Armodeus in the process. She is eventually defeated and imprisoned by the IU, having gaslight gatekeep girlbossed too close to the sun.

To prevent exploitation of their advanced technology, Electronian IU relations are kept quite tight, and with quite a lot of paperwork. The most well known Electronian in this period was Pilopherae “Pops” Parthier, who’s platform on twitch allowed easy exposure to him. Go grandpa

That is the short of Electronian history and biology, now on to the tied winner of the poll, the Intergalactic Union!

**I could do a whole thing about just him this man is a mess. Megalomaniacal Max Headroom type mf

***as of 2109