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Decided to make a sequel to Norm and Noah connecting their queue

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THIS 👏 IS 👏 SO 👏 DAMN 👏 GOOD

None of this made any sense…

It was supposed to be just a quick harmless connection.

How could something like this happen…?

How?

Dozens of doctors had crowded around Diane, who violently contorted on the hospital bed and foamed at the mouth. She was also emitting small chokes and gurgles and her eyes had rolled into the back of her head as well. It was clear that she had gone into cardiac arrest. The doctors were frantically hooking her up to multiple medical equipment, as well as sticking a breathing tube down her throat. Norm screamed in absolute horror and ran to the aid of his surrogate daughter. Norm held Diane in his arms, cradling her head and putting his free hand on her torso to try and stop her contortions. He was shaking so bad and felt so cold that his teeth were chattering. He could hear someone talking to him but it felt like his ears were stuffed with cotton and his head was full of water. “Nor——do——ches——compre——” Was all he heard. His eyes darted to Diane’s chest and quickly set her back down, his hands balled up into fists and he started the compressions. He didn’t even notice that he was crying from despair. After about five minutes of chest compressions and Norm’s stifled cries, Diane’s body went limp, her eyes slipped closed and the heart monitor let out a loud continuous beep. The head doctor, who was quite used to the sound of flatlines, somberly removed the tube from Diane’s mouth and scribbled down the time of death, while a nurse left to retrieve a body bag. To Norm, his poor little girl’s heart giving out was the most horrible sound he’d ever heard in his life.

For eight long months, he had been lucky enough to be placed as the personal instructor and mentor of that charming, shy, amusing, courageous and sweet-tempered young lady. They had grown so close that he had often caught her holding his hand, grinning up at him and mirroring his expressions and gestures to appear as intelligent as he was. And he knew, just from how she acted around him that she wanted to be the best version of him that she could be… that she wanted to make him proud. She trusted him with her life. And he had failed her. Failed to protect her, failed to comfort her in her final moments and worst of all… he’d failed to save her life. He could’ve stopped her from connecting to an Avatar but did he? No. Norm wasn’t a hero. Norm was just a simple coward who hid behind a “cool dad” persona to make Diane feel comfortable around him. God, she was so young. Only nineteen, a year away from being an actual adult and the youngest in the Avatar Program. The youngest in the Program… Then it hit him, a young and beautiful life had been cut violently short because of his poor actions and teachings. Because of him. Quite suddenly, Norm dropped to his knees and released a shrill wail of anguish and sorrow. He locked Diane’s body into an iron grip and rocked her back and forth while sobbing into her shoulder, screaming apologies and cursing the heavens for taking away his little sunshine.

“NONONONONO, NO!!! DIANE, BABY, WAKE UP, PLEASE!!! DON’T DO THIS HONEY, I’M SORRY, I’M SO SO SORRY!!! I’M SO DAMN STUPID!!! I SHOULD NEVER HAVE LET YOU DO THIS, I’M SO SORRY!!! I’M PROUD OF YOU DIANE, I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!!! GODDAMN IT, GIVE HER BACK!! GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!!!!”

He prayed to every god he knew, from Loki and Thor to Eywa. He wanted his girl back. He needed her back. He had no idea what to do, all he could hear was the noise of that goddamn machine showing that Diane’s heart had stopped.

After a while, the doctors tried to get Norm out of the room so they could take Diane’s body to the morgue. Norm wasn’t having any of that and put up a pretty good fight; scratching, growling and hissing at anyone who tried to touch his innocent little baby.

Dr. Grace Augustine and her assistant Dr. Sean McLaying, who had connected to their Avatars first, dashed into the room and pinned the distraught scientist against the wall. Norm struggled and jerked around, trying to free himself.

“LET ME GO, PLEASE, I NEED TO GET TO MY STUDENT!! SHE NEEDS ME-” “Norm you have to listen to me right now. Diane is gone. We need to let the doctors take care of her.” Grace spoke as clearly and as calmly as she could. Norm stopped struggling, slowly slid down the wall and sat down. His face was pale and his eyes were unfocused and misty, but he seemed to be hearing her words. Sean kept his hand on Norm’s shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Norm.”

Sean’s voice was all it took for Norm to start loudly crying again. His misery filled the medical room like the screaming of an angry Banshee. Grace helped him to his feet and Norm buried his face into her shoulder, to which she responded by wrapping a comforting arm around him. They began walking towards the door to give the head doctors some space, as they had to take care of everything as professionally as possible.

Suddenly, a small noise caused all activity in the room to halt.

It was a hiccup.

And it was coming from the direction where Diane lay.

Diane’s eyes fluttered open. She slowly sat up and, noticing she was drooling, began wiping at her mouth with the collar of her hospital gown, completely unharmed. When she’d finished cleaning herself, she held her hands up and admired her shiny blue skin.

Wait… blue?

“Oh my God.” She had done it. She had entered her Avatar. All by herself too! Still, a scary question ebbed at the back of her mind: why had it hurt so much?

She didn’t remember Dr. Augustine saying anything about the pain she’d go through. She couldn’t just write it off and assume that the scientists forgot to mention it to her! She’d been sort of unconscious, but it had felt like there were strings hooked to every single nerve on her body and some kind of devilish puppet master was pulling her up and down, torturing her for his own sick pleasure. And her heart… God her heart. It was like it had been replaced with a rotten tomato that someone was squeezing painfully slow in their hand, as its skin burst at the seams and the juice poured out, gush after gush of pulpy life fluids.

Diane winced and looked around, confused. All the doctors (she assumed they were doctors from their clothes) were just standing in one place or another, gaping at her as if they’d seen a ghost. Weren’t they supposed to be helping her with her motor skills? Her eyes fell on three Avatars in the room. One looked a lot like Dr. Augustine, another had a face she couldn’t quite recognize, and the last one had fallen to his knees, a look of disbelief on his face. It was Norm! But he looked horrible… His hair was matted and tangled, his hospital gown was drenched in sweat, dry tears stained his cheeks, his eyes were red and shining, and was he… shivering…? Diane felt scared, what happened? Why was her dad crying? Did something happen? Was it… her fault that he was so upset…?

“Dr. Spellman…? Are you okay?”

Diane was surprised at how hoarse her voice sounded. Before she could think about it, Norm ran full speed ahead and crashed into her, wrapping his arms around her body and desperately clinging to her small frame. He let out more wailing and sobbing, but not from sadness, anger or even stress. It was from relief, happiness and pure joy. Norm pulled away just for a few seconds to pepper Diane’s face with kisses and looked into her eyes. Those bright, icy, beautiful eyes. They were open, she was breathing, she felt warm… she was alive. His sweet child was alive. Laughter escaped Norm’s dry lips and he hugged Diane again. “Oh, my sweet girl…. Thank God you’re okay, thank God… I thought I’d lost you forever… you’re alright, Sunshine… you’re alright… Oh God, I love you so much honey…” Norm continued to hug his daughter as he whispered sweet nothings to her, telling her that she was safe and everything was going to be okay.

Diane was taken aback by her instructor’s reaction. She’d never seen him like this before. His behavior further confirmed that something awful had happened to her. After a while, Norm broke the embrace and held his daughter’s hands in his, just basking in her presence and thinking of an appropriate present to give Eywa for mercifully returning his sweet girl. He then realized that Diane had asked him a question a little while ago. He blinked away the tears and quickly composed himself, wiping his eyes and clearing his throat. “Sorry Diane, wh-what did you want to ask me again..?” What she said next made his heart drop with sadness.

“Did-did I do something wrong? What happened? Was it because I… uh, got too excited..?”

Diane offered a sheepish smile and slightly shrugged her shoulders. Norm brought his hands up to Diane’s face and caressed her cheeks. “Oh no no no no, honey. None of this was your fault, okay? It was just a little accident, but that’s okay, it happens. I promise I’ll never let something like this happen to you again.” Norm hugged his daughter again and she hugged him back, feeling a bit better. But something told her that it wasn’t just a “little accident”. Based on Norm’s reaction, it was a big accident. She’d have to ask him the details later, but not now. Right now her dad needed her. All she could do now was to simply alive and let him know that everything was okay. And she was pretty good at doing that anyway.

(Based off a Discord rp Sean belongs to Loki/Levy my Discord friend)

this is very messy

How I imagine, Norm, Trudy and Jake would entertain themselves in that camp, out of Hellsgate.

OC X SPIDER SOCORRO

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Spider Socorro X Original female character

ADDING MORE TO THIS

Norm even gives Spider parents who aren't really his parents. He successfully crafts a plausible origin story for Julian by pinning his lineage on a dead man with the right looks and no one to contradict it.

The two even have the same shade of blonde hair!

There had always been whispers and rumors passed around in the mess halls that one of the scientists had gotten a pretty techie pregnant, a fun little tryst gone wrong. The rumor had never been confirmed. No proof, no details, just the kind of idle gossip people clung to when the days stretched for too long and boredom struck.

That scientist was said to be Phillip Shaw. Norm remembered him. Popular, golden-haired, silver-tongued, a total manwhore who slept around a lot, brilliant in the lab, but reckless on the field, and drove Grace crazy with his inability to take the dangers seriously because he thought he was God's gift to Pandora. He’d gotten mauled by a thanator while collecting spore samples. Phillip's body was never recovered, just his shredded pack splattered with blood and a few scraps of torn equipment.

Perfect.

All evidence of Paz Socorro is scrubbed. In her place: a woman who'd been a low-level techie, a casualty of the war. The perfect dead mother for a story about a little orphaned child. Tragic. Sad. Simple.

Julian Shaw. Son of Phillip Shaw and Amelia Perkins. Both dead. Orphaned. Adopted by his “uncle” Norm out of loyalty to an old colleague and acquaintance.

It was neat. Tragic. Believable. And no one would question it.

Norm leaned back, hands trembling slightly. Not from fear — from the weight of what he’d just done.

He was erasing the truth.

No, no, no...he was protecting a child from it.

“You're not the son of a demon. You're not a mistake,” he whispered, glancing toward the sleeping bundle across the room. “You're Julian Shaw now. That’s who you are.”

And that was who he would be… until the moons fell, or Eywa herself decided otherwise.

My thoughts were inspired by @detective-twinkachu's au where Norm and Max hide Spider's lineage.

I love the idea of an AU where Norm finds baby Spider and immediately realizes this child will never know peace if anyone learns who his real father is. So, like Eddard Stark, he makes a painful decision: He erases every trace of Quaritch’s connection to the boy and keeps it secret. He gives the child a new name (seriously, Miles? Way to make it obvious, Paz), forges documents, and creates a solid cover story in case anyone asks questions. He can’t bring himself to tell anyone, not even his closest friends, the truth. Quaritch has made too many enemies and caused too much destruction for anyone to overlook the boy’s lineage. There's already been enough tragedy. And this child, little Julian, is the first human ever born on Pandora.

Norm even steals the only photo of Paz and hides it away where no one will ever find it. He hates lying. Hates secrets. But Hell’s Gate is built on them, and children should never have to suffer for their parents’ mistakes. So he decides: he’ll raise Julian as his nephew. He’ll raise him to be kind, brave, and good. Maybe, just maybe, when Julian turns nineteen, he’ll sit him down and explain everything. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe Julian should never know. Norm will carry this secret to his grave… unless Eywa herself decides to produce a blowhorn and inform the entire planet. No. He'll hold this secret.

On the desk beside Julian's forged documents was a faded photo of Paz Socorro. Pregnant. Glowing. Laughing. Holding her growing belly as she smiled for the camera. Norm’s throat closed up. Guilt and anger were warring in his chest like a storm. What would Trudy say about all this?

“I’m sorry, Socorro,” he whispered. “You were… a good mother. You didn’t deserve to fall in love with a monster, you didn't deserve to die for his craziness, you didn't deserve any of this. But your baby boy? He deserves better. He deserves everything. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."

He picked up the photo, stared at it, then opened up his desk drawer and hid it beneath layers of unimportant documents. Hidden in plain sight until he could find a tiny box and bury the picture so deep that maybe Eywa herself will forget about it. This was for the best.

Then, he burned everything else.

My thoughts were inspired by @detective-twinkachu's au where Norm and Max hide Spider's lineage.

I love the idea of an AU where Norm finds baby Spider and immediately realizes this child will never know peace if anyone learns who his real father is. So, like Eddard Stark, he makes a painful decision: He erases every trace of Quaritch’s connection to the boy and keeps it secret. He gives the child a new name (seriously, Miles? Way to make it obvious, Paz), forges documents, and creates a solid cover story in case anyone asks questions. He can’t bring himself to tell anyone, not even his closest friends, the truth. Quaritch has made too many enemies and caused too much destruction for anyone to overlook the boy’s lineage. There's already been enough tragedy. And this child, little Julian, is the first human ever born on Pandora.

Norm even steals the only photo of Paz and hides it away where no one will ever find it. He hates lying. Hates secrets. But Hell’s Gate is built on them, and children should never have to suffer for their parents’ mistakes. So he decides: he’ll raise Julian as his nephew. He’ll raise him to be kind, brave, and good. Maybe, just maybe, when Julian turns nineteen, he’ll sit him down and explain everything. Or maybe he won’t. Maybe Julian should never know. Norm will carry this secret to his grave… unless Eywa herself decides to produce a blowhorn and inform the entire planet. No. He'll hold this secret.

On the desk beside Julian's forged documents was a faded photo of Paz Socorro. Pregnant. Glowing. Laughing. Holding her growing belly as she smiled for the camera. Norm’s throat closed up. Guilt and anger were warring in his chest like a storm. What would Trudy say about all this?

“I’m sorry, Socorro,” he whispered. “You were… a good mother. You didn’t deserve to fall in love with a monster, you didn't deserve to die for his craziness, you didn't deserve any of this. But your baby boy? He deserves better. He deserves everything. I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."

He picked up the photo, stared at it, then opened up his desk drawer and hid it beneath layers of unimportant documents. Hidden in plain sight until he could find a tiny box and bury the picture so deep that maybe Eywa herself will forget about it. This was for the best.

Then, he burned everything else.

Au that Max and Norm totes hide who Spider's bio dad is. Like Max and Norm gets this mysterious abandoned baby's DNA test and it turns out he is the son of Colonel Quaritch and a pilot named Paz Socorro. Of course Norm is in complete disbelief, no way a murderer like Quaritch could produce an offspring like this cute kid???

Norm: Run the test again.

Max: I ran them three times!

Norm: No! How can that asshole make this!

(Que an adorable baby Spider cooing at Norm)

Norm knows as soon as Neytiri or any Navi, forget the humans that would hold a grudge against Quaritch, find out about Spider's parentage, this kids life is going to be hell. So both men decide to... not tell anyone who Spider's dad is. The kid looks nothing like Quaritch and takes mostly after his mother, with the big brown eyes and curly hair, except where the mother is brunette, the son is blonde. It takes Norm three hours later to find a semblance of a birth certificate in the rooms the baby was found, in a shoe box under the bed. The paper brings a smile to Norm's face.

Javier Socorro

Born:2154 Pandora

Mother: Pasquella Marie Socorro

Father: N/A

Convenient. Most likely the jackass didn't want to be linked to the only woman who broke the rules of having a child on Pandora or Socorro knew Quaritch's enemies would come after the baby.

Norm and Max decide to erase all evidence of Quaritch from Javi's, Norm's name for the baby, life. The humans that were involved with the conception or birth of Javi are no longer on Pandora, so there is nobody to reveal his parentage. So it's easy for Norm to hit delete on everything about Spider.

Max: We tell absolutely no one of Javi's bio dad, got it? Take it to the grave.

Norm:Bet.

Mo'at, spying from the spirit tree: Bet

Eywa, herself: Bet.

Next with Jake and everyone else. It's not that Max and Norm do not tell Jake of the existence of a human baby on Pandora but just 'forget'.

It's not until Jake comes with a pregnant Neytiri on an unannounced visit, Max and Norm doing work with a white bassinet between them. Both him and Norm freeze when the two Na'vi spot the bassinet and immediately Neytiri is looking at it in alarm. Jake is the one who draws closer, stepping in front of Neytiri. This prompts Norm to hurriedly give an explanation of the presence of a human baby on Pandora, who his parents are (Paz Socorro and an aviation tech Norm knows is dead), and why they can't send the baby to earth. The kid won't survive the journey. Most likely, the kid will die in cryo-sleep. Jake asks more questions about the baby while Neytiri is staring at the baby for so long it puts Max on edge. Finally, the two Na'vi leave and the two scientists believe they are home free.

Until the next day, Jake and Neytiri are back with Jake wanting to hold Javi! Jokes that it's good practice for when the baby comes, even though Baby Spider can fit in the palm of Jake's hand, Neytiri herself just comments how small the child is. The two stay for four hours and both scientists are sweating buckets.

It gets better (or worst depending who you ask) when Neytiri becomes smitten with baby Spider!

Then suddenly Mo'at appears at Hell's Gate like.

Which almost gives Norm another aneurysm until Mo'at's like "chill bro, now give it here."

So in conclusion before I go on a long plot, Spider is given a better lease on life thanks to Norm and Max hiding Quaritch's identity from everyone. Yes, Spider would get slack for being a human but at least it isn't a 'sins of the father' type of hatred but just the mistrust of humans. Max and Norm at first are gonna raise Spider but then Jake and Neytiri fall in love with Spider and want to adopt him.

Jake and Neytiri:

Max and Norm:

i didnt know i needed this but thank the lord 🙏🙏🙏

— what's going on down there?: a dick analysis

ᥫ᭡ featuring :: jake sully, miles quaritch & norm spellman

ᥫ᭡ includes :: their human forms + avatar forms

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: talking about dicks obviously, explicit sexual content (?), humor lol

ᥫ᭡ note :: if you know anything about arachine, you know i love a good dick analysis. these posts are intended for comedic purposes only, which means they’re not to be taken seriously.

— jake “ima slut you out” sully

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: as we all know, jake’s life on earth was very unfulfilling. he was a man who sacrificed his legs for the fate of the country, only to be disposed of into the unforgiving hands of society, with no way to reap the benefits (or lack thereof) that veterans were promised to receive. and after losing the privilege of mobility, his body changed drastically. he got smaller, his body got weaker, and yet, one thing remained—that dick! jake is a survivor, through and through—his personal motto is: if it ain’t broken, then it’s still working—and boy, he does not disappoint when it comes to the downstairs department. standing tall at 7 inches, is little jake (maybe not so little). when flaccid, his length measures at a solid 5.7 inches. definitely a grower. 

⟳ width: a little bit on the skinnier side, but he knows how to use it and that’s all that matters!

⟳ color: i think for the most part, his shaft definitely matches the rest of his body; though, i can see it maybe being slightly a little more darker at the base, like a very light beige. when he’s flaccid, his tip is a pretty pink, almost like a ballet slipper (aka the best pink). turns into an angry red when fully erect!

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: jake pegs me as the kinda guy who doesn’t really care? i mean, trimming isn’t foreign to him, because he has trimmed it before, and does so when he notices it’s gotten to be too long…but, i don’t think it’s something that he does often. to him, it’s just hair. he’s on his grown man shit, you know? 

02. curved?: uhm, yes! you know that one beyoncé lyric? yeah. 

03. any veins?: absolutely covered in ‘em

04. how he fucks with it: i’d like to think before his accident, he was a doggy style connoisseur—come on, it’s jake we’re talking about here. can’t nobody tell me otherwise! i just know he had bitches bent over, weaves sweated out, makeup all over the pillows…mans was f-u-c-k-i-n-g okay? fuckingggg. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: the masses may attack me, but it’s time i spoke up. the man has a monster schlong. a cooter cat killer, if you will. if you thought his human form was big, shit, you ain’t seen nothing yet! completely flaccid, his cock measures to about 10 inches. when fully hard, he grows an additional three! talk about impressive…

⟳ width: so thick that it basically slaps his thighs when he walks. the man could create a beat with it, get em into the soundcloud business now!

⟳ color: self explanatory tbh, it’s fucking blue. as blue as papa smurf’s ass. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: i’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that because he’s an avatar, he grows hair there. even if i’m wrong, i’m right. i don’t give a damn what james cameron says. he’s basically my character at this point, and i will him to have hair damnit! just…the idea of him having a full bush down there, in the wild, all primitive and shit…does something to me. idk. don’t ask me why i’m so nasty, blame my deadbeat father. 

02. curved?: is a banana yellow? there’s your answer. 

03. any veins?: i might have a brain aneurysm just thinking about it, but yes! god, yes. so many…so, so, so many. ribbed for her pleasure or whatever trojan said. 

04. how he fucks with it: is he still the doggy style connoisseur? yes. but now that’s got the strength of 20 men, backshots sound a whole lot like gunshots now. they say every time the mighty toruk makto thrusts into a cunt, a tree falls down or something. so, yes. fucks hard, fucks rough, fucks like he’s on a mission. what’s that one tik tok audio? “rest in peace to all the soldiers that died in the service, i dive in her cervix.” yeah, he lives by that. 

— miles “on your knees, cadet!” quaritch

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: just gonna cut right to the chase. he’s huge. like pussy splitting huge. i don’t care what anyone says, you can argue with ya friend, you can argue with ya mother, but you cannot argue with me! coming in at a solid 6 when flaccid, quaritch takes the cake for the biggest cock on this list (at least, human form wise). at full length, he measures to about 7.8 inches! 

‘booooo’ you say, well, guess what? it’s the truth, and i’m just the messenger. whether you hate him or love him, he’s just that guy. 

⟳ width: surprisingly average. but it’s okay, sometimes you can’t have the best of both worlds. 

⟳ color: if my memory serves me right, he was pretty tan in the first movie. so, i’m gonna stick with that and say that it’s a pretty tan that transitions into a pale pink. i don’t know if some of you have seen old dick, but their tips get less saturated with age. it’s a phenomenon (not really, the blood flow to the groin is just a lot slower, which can make it appear kind of gre—anyway, i digress!)

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: this man is a colonel, so he’s all about discipline and keeping things nice and tidy. so, obviously, his hygiene reflects that. i don’t think he goes completely bald, but he does give it a good trim. kind of like a fade…just imagine a patch of grey, prickly hair. yeah. 

02. curved?: yes, and since he’s older, it’s probably curved a lot. you could probably hang something on it. maybe a towel, or a lanyard. it’s definitely useful for something!

03. any veins?: god, i don’t know why, but i have it in my head that he’s on steroids. he’s just so buff and strong, and i mean, yeah, he could just be really fit…but he could also be a self-image obsessed freak who takes drugs to be the perfect soldier. the correlation, you ask? well, i just feel like people who take steroids are really veiny, and i feel like his dick would be really, really veiny. so, thus the rant about steroids. steroid dick. 

04. how he fucks with it: don’t let his age fool you. he may very well be pushing his late fifties, but he’s still a young man at heart—and he’s definitely got the sex drive to prove it! i can see his favorite position being something like missionary. not so much because he enjoys the intimacy of it (like being face to face), but more so because he’s got a size kink—and definitely a dacryphilia kink. he enjoys seeing his partners cry, whether in pain, or in pleasure, or both! so, when you’re fucking him, don’t expect anything romantic. he just wants to see your pretty little face all teary eyed and pathetic. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: so big you can see it from space; that’s how the RDA mfs know they’re close, because they can see the tip protruding from pandora. no, but seriously, it’s still really huge. like maybe 12-14 inches—maximum. 

⟳ width: probably twice as thick as a human’s forearm. and god, it’s sooooo heavy. big breeding balls to match. 

⟳ color: blue blue blue…like wet fun dip. with just as many stripes as the american flag or whatever. 

⟳ extra: 

01. groomed?: yes, but the hair is black instead of grey and it’s probably really straight because na’vi hair is straight as fuck. 

02. curved?: sir, yes sir. 

03. any veins?: what’d i say? steroid dick. but even worse (better) now bc he’s so damn tall, he needs all the blood he can get down there.

04. how he fucks with it: has you in all types of positions. his favorites are anything that shows off his new found strength, so i’m betting on full nelsons and mating presses. just fast, powerful strokes. lives by the motto: can’t stop, won’t stop.

— norm “what’s the sq root of 69?” spellman

. . . human form .*+!

⟳ length: i’m sorry to disappoint the norm fuckers (if there are any), but he’s not that big. when he’s soft, his cock measures to about 4.8 inches, and at most, 6.2 inches when hard. 

⟳ width: skinny dick. 

⟳ color: dawg he’s so white, it’s like hella pale and the tip is so pink that when he’s aroused, it looks like there’s something wrong.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: like jake, i don’t think he really cares.

02. curved?: straight like a pencil

03. any veins?: like two, and they’re really prominent because he’s so fucking pale.

04. how he fucks with it: i don’t think human norm is getting puss, let’s be real. 

. . . avatar form .*+!

⟳ length: i am a firm believer in N.W.B.C—nerds with big cocks. it’s just the universe’s way of saying thank you, they just…they just do so much for us, you know? norm may not have been packing down there in his human form, but this was his second chance at redemption. he’s now a proud member of N.W.B.C, sporting an impressive 15 inches. you know that one scene in the first spider-man when pete’s looking at himself in the mirror and he looks inside his briefs? yeah, that was norm when he found out. the man got so excited, he accidentally catapulted a scientist out of pandora’s atmosphere with the weight of his cock. joking. 

⟳ width: on the skinnier side but still toe curling, nonetheless.

⟳ color: laffy taffy blue, with little (big) blueberry balls.

⟳ extra:

01. groomed?: no, he’s too busy in the lab and getting na’vi puss.

02. curved?: unfortunately no

03. any veins?: more than before, which he was pleasantly surprised to see.

04. how he fucks with it: norm’s got a big dick, but he acts so shy, like he’s scared of it or something. like stop playing boy and drop them drawls, the fuck? anyway, i think norm’s a sub. he pegs me as the type of guy who likes strong women, women who’ll tell him to shut the fuck up (because he talks so much) and eat their pussies. i guess this makes him a munch. yeah, he’s a munch. ice spice actually wrote that song with him in mind!

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