Main Course and Dessert!

gender bent and ocs accepted

The truck rolling into the camp temporarily distracted Dodge from his work, much to the displeasure of the nearby guard. New deviants spilled out of the sides, some willing to get this over with while some required coaxing out, and the yellow-haired prisoner couldn’t help but snoop. He couldn’t be sure whether he’d seen any of them before. In fact, his glasses had been confiscated until the end of his shift, so he couldn’t be sure of much at all. After a rather forceful whack on the shoulder he got back to work, making a mental not to go and have a peak at the newbies when he got off of work.

Luckily, his break came around quite quickly, and he managed to take his glasses back and get a closer look. He arrived just in time for Red to finish off his characteristically creepy introduction speech, but made sure to steer clear until he’d gotten a safe distance away. Clearing his throat, he tried to grab the new deviants’ attention.

mudgutsnoglory:

“Noooo!“ Muddy screamed with a gigglesnort.

He squeaked like a kicked puppy, batting away her hands with limp-wristed, playful slaps. 

“Well, if we’re gonna play tit-for-tat, now, how about this?” He grabbed Clunk’s inflatable elephant, and held it between them. He puppeteered the toy, and with a squeaky voice he said, “If you wanna get to Muddy, you’ve gotta get through me first!“

She giggled and shook her head at his ridiculous antics. Fiona got up off the ground and tried to get him from the side, trying to get her arms around his shoulders so she could tickle him back. 

mudgutsnoglory:

Muddy giggled with her, almost as if he was being tickled back. The belly, that was the sweet spot. And sure enough, she curled into a cute lil’ squirmy ball, but that wasn’t enough to deter him. The word “stop“ however, was, and stop he did. Looking at her with injured puppy-dog eyes, he mumbled the command back as a question. “…Stop?“

She was grateful he stopped as she gasped for air, unused to laughing so hard. Then she gave a mock-angry squeal and batted at his shoulders, as if trying to get revenge for the tickle attack. 

“Noooo!“ Muddy screamed with a gigglesnort.

He squeaked like a kicked puppy, batting away her hands with limp-wristed, playful slaps. 

kreolekings:

blkdzn:

rock-lee:

I CANT BREATHE

bye

I LET OUT THE UGLIEST CACKLE

@mudgutsnoglory it’s you