#bloo shelf

[bloofusqkazoo]

Bloo shelf update: I added my grail plush, and the official CN 3D glasses that you could send away for if you wanted to watch the Halloween 3D special: Nightmare On Wilson Way in 2007! I have so much more stuff coming this month that I can’t wait to add to my room. I need to reorganize the bottom shelf desperately. It’s just holding my things atm until I hang them up or add them to a pin banner.

This is a vintage shelf I thrifted. I’m aware it’s ugly to some but I like it lmfao.

[mind-less-boy]

So I’ve counted 18 phrases Soos says if you click on him, analyze this if ya want

“I tried to explain to Mr Pines how to open a PDF one time. He got so angry and confused that he punched through my Funko shelf! Many brave Funkos were lost that day…”

“Are you Blanchin? Girl we blanchin! I live up in a-dang, still in my head!”

“Ugh man did you see the new Swordbirth: Rise of the Swordians: Age of Swords DLC just got delayed AGAIN? Don’t they understand, as a consumer, my time is valuable? … I wonder if I could make a hat small enough to fit on a bird.”

“Oops, the Mystery Shack is currently experiencing some delays dude! Please bare with us as we figure out which wire goes where!”

“I’M gonna watch YOU. You’re the website now, dude!”

“My favorite Otter Pop is Sire Issac Like. But Louie Bloo is pretty cool too. Which is your favorite Otter Pop? Sound off in chat!”

“If the ICEE bear was real, I wonder if he would be my friend…”

“In the mean time, experience some soothing tunes while you wait. They drown out the rage, dude!”

“Still comin, dudes! In the meantime, please enjoy this fine literature while you wait. People are saying it’s the book of the summer!”

“So what I wanna know is, why are cryptic riddles always written down on tattered yellowed parchment. Get some normal paper dude!”

“Hopefully nobody was expecting anything too crazy, heh heh!”

“Boy this counter is MESSED UP! I guess we’ll be ready when it finally reaches the bottom of….math?”

“To quote a great man, ‘everything’s gonna be alright, rockabye’”

“I wonder if it’s possible to taste your own tongue. I’m gonna get to the bottom of this, dude!”

“Let’s see…the blue wire is connected to the….hip bone….”

“If I can’t get this fixed, this WILL be the Final Countdown, dudes!”

“Man, I tried to look at that Bill Book and it was just a bunch of static and the words “HE’S UNCORRUPTABLE.” What’s that mean? Beats me, dawg!”

“Hey dude, did you know that computers are filled with ghouls? That’s a fact.”

[dredgingthedepths]

Monday 20th June 1947

I find myself standing on the dock at Blackstone Isle. I do not know how I got here. I do not much care.

Should I give up this last artefact? I doubt I could stop myself, but I do wonder if such an action might be enough to halt what is to come. The thought burns in my mind as I climb the rough stone steps, though I know it is of no consequence. I am hooked, and the line draws taught.

The door opens as I approach. The hands of the W̪a͓t̵cḩ twitch, trying to move forward without any progress.

"Though it has been some decades since I last laid eyes upon this… the sound of its mechanisms has grown no less unpleasant," he says, taking the W̪a͓t̵cḩ. "And with that, our collection is complete. I must admit, I am surprised. I did not think you had the determination for such a job. Now, with these five relics in my possession… only one thing remains. I suspect you know by now."

Do I know? The only thing I can think of is the destruction of the Lighthouse, but… why? Why would he wish to bring about the horrors that befell the civilisation that now lies in ruins in Devil's Spine? I ask him what he means.

"It will become apparent soon enough."

I do not like the sound of his voice.

"We must make one final voyage. This time, I will be with you."

I do not want this man aboard my ship. But this must be seen through to its end.

I feel reluctant to set out. To prolong the time, I ask him about his B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k.

"Which B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k? This one here?" He pulls a dusty tome, clearly unopened in years, from a shelf, smiling at me as if we share some private joke. "There's really not much to be said of "Histories of the Gray Isles". It's quite a chore."

I tell him not to play dumb. There is only one B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k of which I could be asking.

"Play dumb? Your hypocrisy is wearying. I suppose we must go through this rigmarole yet again." The B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k appears in his hands, or perhaps it had never left them. "Go ahead. Ask us."

I ask where he got it, the air hanging very still between us.

"Don't you remember? You were there."

The air around the B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k seems to pulse, like a heartbeat, like the infernal engine that at some point has grafted itself to my hull. I was there? How could I have been there? I only arrived in this archipelago three months ago, before which I… I was… what was my life before this? Why can I not remember?

"So was she."

I somehow know he speaks of the woman whose letters I have been finding, in glass prisons scattered throughout these isles. But I have never met her! Who is she?

"You wanted to forget. Begged me. This is what you asked for."

I did come here to forget something - this strikes true in my very soul. What? Why? When? Have I been here longer than I thought?

I demand the B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k. I do not know why. I did not know that I had it in me. The words spill from my mouth and hang in the silence before I can stop their rushing flight.

"You won't change a thing. The B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k is ours."

Who is this "we" he keeps referring to? Is there someone else here? I step closer. To my surprise, so does he - a line may only have a hook on one end, but it can be pulled from both directions.

"What can you possibly hope to achieve?"

The B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k is within reach. I could stretch out my hand and take it. It would be so easy…

My fist flies out without warning, striking the Collector's jaw. His face shatters and falls to the ground.

Shatters?

Wait…

I stand in an empty room, long abandoned. Nobody has lived here in years, perhaps decades. Broken glass scatters across the floor, its dust only otherwise disturbed by a single set of footprints. Blood drips from my knuckles, seeping into the fabric cover of the B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k which I now hold… the B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k that fits so easily into my fingers, as though it has rarely left their grasp. From the fragments of glass at my feet, a dozen Collectors stare up at me, their faces confused, horrified, betrayed.

"You're pathetic," the largest of their number says. He rubs his own bloodied hand, no B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k to be seen. "Understand this, plainly, before you sink us into despair. I know how to bring her back. It's all right there on the pages; and now you've seen its power first hand. We wield the power to release her from her slumber! We can undo everything… undo what you did!"

I stumble back, clutching the B͖̚ò̥ō̳̥k, unable to let go of it. I must find answers.

[signor-signor]

4th Anniversary of The Eye on the Galaxy

Released four years ago on Christmas Day, this is the one fan fiction of which I’ve become rather proud. Not only does it transition nicely between Season 2 and the still-sitting-on-the-shelf-because-the-higher-ups-assumed-nobody-was-interested-in-more-episodes Season 3, but it gives many side characters a chance to shine, even those who haven’t spoken since Season 1. I already have a background made for it. I’ll get around to making a visual for the shorts… eventually.

Just to recap, here are the shorts, their summaries, and the featured interviewees. The ones in bold were seen in The End of the Galaxy while the ones italicized remain unclear. Whoever has an asterisk (*) may be hidden in the crowd even though we cannot see them.

1. The Rulers - Andy learns about the leaders of their own people and their concerns.

King Bingleborp

The King of Flendar + the Flendarians

The King of Sherblorg 7

Beeza + the Ballzerians

Queen Zeeba (the queen from The Axe)

Prince Cashmere + the Baa-hallans

Dracor + Demurra + their guards

Destructor + his subjects (partial)

2. The Elderly - Andy speaks to some of the galaxy’s resident senior citizens.

Stella Starbella + Mittens

The lost and found guy

Trudi Traveler + her clones

The slug boss + his two custodians

Papa Doom + his gargoyle assistants

Ms. Myrtle via Eye Drone and telephone

3. The Teammates - Andy gets the scoop from various groups and troops.

Badlands Dan + his gang

Oink* + the Motorhogs

The blue and red ants

The Insurgent Generals (General Outrage, Brainz, Wild Card*, Clipper) plus a phone call from Robomechabotasquad

4. The Youth - Andy chats with some children, teens, tots, and the supervising parents.

Melodie + Angela + David + Jamie and Hank

Olive + her mother

The three slug grandkids

The rock lady + her babies

Huckleberry Knucklehead + his parents*

Camera father + camera mother + smartphone son

Teen leader + weasly teen* + obvious teen

Dracor and Demurra’s triplets

5. The Gutsy - Andy talks with the tenacious and converses with the courageous.

Ripov

Thrax + 3 cohorts + 1 other cohort*

Harvax + Stok

The slug nephew

Ryder via Eye Drone.

6. The Reformed - Andy finds out what’s next for the ex-villains/ex-tyrants.

Destructor + his subjects (continued)

Major Threat

The Black Cube + Tracy

Something the So-and-So (picked, but not started), as well as a postcard from Westley and the half-torn photo strip from The Bot

7. The Business Folks - Andy gathers information on changes in the workplace.

The Blarpee’s cashier

Okeydokian diner manager + Michelle

Apple head and lemon head bartender

Landlord + fast food manager

Garbage collector

Dr. Scrivellix (the dentist)

Clancy Shmancy + Nancy Shmancy + construction workers* + waiter

Plumber

MOGA curator

Weasel (owner of Weasel’s Watering Hole)

Okeydokian director 1

Okeydokian director 2

Hat shop owner

Locksmith

8. The Mysterious - Andy asks some extraordinary individuals how they’ll get home.

Neckbeard

5 lords of illumination (I like to think one of them had a Bloo mask on.)

Fortune teller

Mooplexians

High Gnee council + Gluteus/Todd + the buttler

Celestial star being via Eye Drone plus a brief appearance of the intergalactic guru by a holographic smoke effect

9. The Creatures - Andy has questions for the critters who sought refuge on the planetoid.

The rabbit (The Good Deed)

The pit monster (The Birthday Boy)

The fire lion (The Little Guy) - assists Andy in the next ten lines

Monster dog (The Stray)

Hoarder scorpion (The Epic Quest…)

Tigrex of Nil (The Epic Quest)

Electric birds (The Liar)

Frankenstein monster (The Heebie Jeebies)

Squills (The Wanders)

Hufflerumples (The Good Deed)

Diurnal animals (including those from The Breakfast)

Nocturnal animals (The Night)

Frederick (The Rider)

Mother and child (The Egg) via Eye Drone

Gracknore (The Good Deed) via Eye Drone

Tagathorian animals (The Enemies) via Eye Drone

Buster (The Ball) via Eye Drone

Giant worm (The Hat) via Eye Drone, which promptly gets eaten

10. The So-and-So - Andy brings an eager, but unsure, guest to his desk.

Something the So-and-So (two blips to suggest time passage)

11. The Rest - Andy speeds through the interviews with the remaining refugees.

Cluckons

Hogs (The Good Deed)

Bobbles (The Party Animal)

Zetuons (The Catastrophe)

Flankarians (The Cool Guy)

Tiki beings (The Liar)

Bunny-like beings (The Show Stopper)

Mr. Brittle + Mrs. Brittle (The Rider)

Ornament beings (The Gift)

Balloon man

Dragor the Distractible

Princess Galactia

Princess Veronicron + Jim the Neon Knight

Gelatinous Bob animatronic + Joey Protozoa animatronic + drummer animatronic

Fleeblebort* + Marsha + the two hillbilly families

Flower-headed birds (The Good Deed)

35 screens featuring distinctive incidentals from previous episodes (The Fugitives, The Box, The Nice Guy, The Time Bomb, The Helper, etc.), including the furry slug man (from The Toddler and The Night Out)

Cloaked refugees

Brad Starlight + Remora (The Hot Shot) (I did spot about one or two other ladies from that episode in a crowd close up)

Chad

Hooded refugees

Surprise appearance by Wander and Sylvia, both of whom lead the Skullship (with Hater and Peepers inside) to crash into Andy’s desk

So there you have it.

Of course, I’ve yet to know exactly who would be on the formerly secret planet and climb aboard the Star Nomad. That’s why I wish to share this information with Craig McCracken himself and gather anything that only he and the crew would know. In case you haven’t guessed by now, he has an account on Bluesky. As long as the fandom thrives, we’ll learn something new about WOY in the future. What could be more exciting?

And with that, happy holidays!

[Link to the shorts]

[bl0oregardf0ster]

Foster's Imaginary World Main Character rooms! [1]

So! Some of you guys know that Shelly and Astro got their own rooms, right?

So, i decided to make the Mains of Foster's Imaginary World have their own rooms like Shelly and Astro!

Just a reminder that i will only make Wilt, Bloo and Coco! The rest are coming soon!

Oh and. The info sheet for Frankie and Herriman are coming soon! I'm still struggling at certain things like abilities and Twisted abilities and yada yada yatta

But yeah enough chit chat let' gooo!

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The appearance of Wilt's room resembles a gymnasium, with posters and cartels that explain different types of exercise for children! There will also be a huge basketball court room, where the Fosterview staff held rounds and mini tournaments where the children can participate! And as for the tv's, the tv's in the room will proyect footage from the episode "Good Wilt Hunting" ⟬Both parts⟭

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The appearance of Coco's room resembles a tropical island, with many big sandboxes where the children can play on, alongside with poster and cartels that explain different types of fruit. Every once in while, the Fosterview staff held a special egg hunting event where the child that finds the most eggs will have a special reward ⟬Or well, a free Coco plushie⟭ ⟬The eggs are packed with either candy or stickers⟭. And as for the tv's, the tv's in the room will proyect footage from the episode "Mondo Coco"

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The appearance of Bloo's room resembles a prankster's paradise with a touch of the Frutiger Aero/Metro aesthetic, with shelfs full of harmless pranks. Every once in a while the Fosterview staff helds a prank war where the child who outsmarts the most kids will have a special reward ⟬Or well, a free Bloo plushie⟭. And as for the tv's, the tv's in the room will proyect footage from multiple episodes.

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an extra thing is that if a Main Character room appears, the chances to get a certain Main increase. The chances to get the Main Character rarity is still the same, however, the chances to get a certain Main are increased by 2X!

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@blo0st4r

@themangolover724

[itsahotminuteinbetween]

Hello there! You've been visited by the random question fairy! ~ ☆

What is your character's living situation like? Do they enjoy where they live? Would they change anything about their living situation?

oh! I've been blessed with the presence of the question fairy!

Not sure which characters this refers to, so I'm gonna go with both my ocs and my witch au cuz I wanna ramble more about those!

Alright, so Loup Doop and Bloo share an empty broom closet close to Loup Doop's station. It's...not terrible. They're not really held as highly as any of the Glamrocks or even the Daycare Attendant, so they try to just be happy they aren't bunched with the staffbots or the endos. They tried decorating it with some stuff: Bloo has a collection of Daycare souvenirs he stores behind some of the boxes, plus some old plushies and fun looking toys he managed to scrounge up at the Lost and Found. Loop Doup doesn't really own much, and most of her stuff is just extra parts or small scraps of paper and drawings the DA made for her. She has a small shelf she set up for her borrowed books and little projects. Were it up to them, they would have definitely changed their living space, moved out of the Pizzaplex and never looked back, but they know they're stuck here, so they try to make the best of it. They've tried staying the night in the Daycare, but even if they could override Sun's protocols, the security guard always manages to drag them out. Pulsar doesn't really live anywhere; it just hangs around its designated stations for the night.

For the Witch Au:

Sun and Moon live off the edge of town, a good twenty miles out. Moon set up a defense system to keep people from noticing a random cottage in the middle of nowhere. Though Sun isn't always home, it's all they've had for years, and neither of them would trade it for anything else.

Earth lives across the woods, so fairly far from the boys' cottage and extremely far from town. She estimates having been there for perhaps 6 or 7 years. The cottage seems older than her, though, and she quickly gets to work on personalizing it and making it her own. It's her pride and joy, along with the garden. After the mishap with the woods, she doesn't really leave much, so she's never known any other home. Anything she wants to change, she can, so she doesn't see a reason to leave or go out to see the world. She has everything she wants, and though she does sometimes find herself wanting more, she's never really taken that step. (A merchant stops by one day and sets out to change that...so does another, far more dangerous entity...)

Eclipse lives in the original cottage. Unlike Moon, he never left home when KC disappeared, a decision he almost regrets. He absolutely loathes the place; it reeks of old memories and rancid emotions and broken promises, all the things he would rather forget piled neatly in one place. The first thought on his mind after acquiring the amulet was finding a new place to live, somewhere far away from the past and truly fit for him. In spite of all his hatred towards it, however, he's never actually made any attempts to change anything; everything is in it's place, just as KC left it. Though all of his belongings are scattered and discarded half-hazardly throughout the place, everything else is left untouched, save for some dutiful vacuuming and dusting. The door to the old room upstairs remains closed and locked. Lunar asks him why thick layers of dust only seem to coat certain objects. Eclipse refuses to explain himself. He hates trying to explain the meaning behind it, and he refuses to acknowledge how sentimental he is.

The Blood Twins live in the woods between the boys' and Earth's cottage, the woods that Earth accidentally grew that one time. They hate it with a passion, not because of the place itself, but because they remain trapped there. Due to the nature of the field surrounding the woods that Sun set up for Earth, they are bound to that plane and cannot leave unless summoned, and while they hate summonings, anything is better than the rotting wood and dying green. Fortunately and unfortunately, this latest summoning has given them many new liberties that they are quick to indulge in...

[ace-angel-judas]

When Bloo and Rose go baby shopping and he finds the socks and mittens and coos over how small they are

"Are they really this small?"

Rose couldn't help but laugh as Bloo held up a tiny baby outfit, no doubt for a pre-mature baby. She gently took it from his hands, placing it back on the shelf.

"Only some of them, when their born really early, that's probably how big she is now," Rose smiled as she looked at the outfit and rubbed her swollen belly.

"That's tiny..," Bloo whispered as he blinked away his tears.

"She might be about this size," Rose grabbed another outfit, holding up the little pink dress, "But you never really know, my sister had a massive belly but her son was barely five pounds,"

"Our girl will be strong, big," Bloo chuckled as he put the dress in the shopping cart, "But it's still really small..,"

"Wait until she gets bigger and you wish she was small again,"

"You're going to make us cry and then you're going to cry because I'm crying,"

[bloo-the-dragon]

I recently found this adorable little beanie owl plush in a charity shop and its eyes were very similar in colour to Balan’s. I thought it would be cute to let baby Balan have one too. :)

[bloofusqkazoo]

Soo I thrifted this shelf (online lol) because I was running out of space for my Bloos. I loved the baby pink color, and it’s a vintage mid-century rattan shelf, upon buying it I thought it was sooo cute. However, everyone I know personally absolutely despises it lol. Apparently it’s ugly and I didn’t know. I’ve just accepted it at this point lmao. It’s fine, I guess everyone’s taste is different, and it is old. I will be getting another shelf in the future anyway, I just wanted a cheaper one that had two levels so that I could have more space. So for now here are the Bloos with a pop of color. Regardless of cosmetics, it’s great to have more shelf space!

I attached a short collection reel (sorry for the filter) because I did say once I get my shelf I’ll do a quick overview of everything I have so far. This isn’t my final setup, and my room is very tiny, so I’m keep in mind that I’m working with minimal space. but for now I hope you enjoy! Everything is in the clip except for my shirts and pillow cases.

[babyharleezy]

Hometown Love pt 5

previous

(jack harlow x reader)

bloo's notes: sorry this took so long! hope y'all enjoy!!! something short until the next part!

tag list: @creme-delacreme @harlowcomehome @sealpuptrash @moody4world @thinkingaboutjharlow @harlowsbby @charli123456789 @lcandothisallday @watercolorskyy @severewobblerlightdragon

previously on Hometown Love...

"you up"

after all these years you were shocked that he still had your number and that he didn't change his own number. you also had forgotten that you still had his number.

"yeah, you wanna come over"

you mentally cussed at yourself. no way you were giving into him.

not even a minute later, you heard knocking on your door.

you quickly touched up your appearance just before opening the door. you welcomed him in and the two of you made your way to your couch. "i couldn't sleep, i had to see you y/n" jack said, breaking the silence. "truth is, i've missed you like crazy and seeing you for the first time in years made me realize that i never fell out of love with you y/n." jack continued. you were caught off guard to say the least. "you know it broke me to pieces living in that apartment all alone, without you? but i couldn't let go of that place because of all the memories we shared in it. so i kept signing the lease. jack, i didn't plan on ever seeing you again, but now that you're here, i never want you to leave ever again" you said trying to hold back tears. you gave into him. you missed him. you never stopped missing him. he was the love of your life. jack pulled you into his lap, placing a kiss on your forehead, wiping away your tears that managed to slip out.

the two of you stayed in each other's embrace for a few more minutes before jack's stomach began growling. his cheeks became rosy, "i better get going, find something to eat" he mumbled, as he got up. "stay, i'll make you some shrimp scampi linguini" you offered. "it's late y/n, you have work. i don't wanna keep you up" jack said. "i'm actually off for the next few days, let me cook for you jack. i know you haven't had a home cooked meal in a minute" you insisted. "okay, fine. i'll let you cook for me. i do miss your cooking" jack said with a grin on his face.

jack loved watching you cook. he always had. "you need any help ma?" you smiled at the all too familiar nickname before responding. "uhh can you pass me two plates from the shelf over there" you directed him to where the plates were and he happily grabbed them. you plated the food and handed him his plate before taking a seat next to him. he took his first bite, "hmmm y/n this is so good. i missed your cooking" jack hummed in pleasure. (a/n: that sounds weird, oh well). "i'm glad you like it love" you were happy to be sitting here with jack.

the two of you ate your meal together and then made your way back to the couch, putting on a movie. the two of you began drifting away into a deep slumber, tangled in each other's arms.

~ next morning ~

you began to feel jack move around and that's when you began waking up. you looked down to find jack laying on your chest, he was on top of you with his arms wrapped around your waist. his favorite pillow. you rolled your eyes at the sight.

"morning y/n" god that morning voice.

"morning jack"

"wanna go to our spot?"

this had became a routine for about a month now. sleeping over at each other's places, getting breakfast at the spot, cooking with each other, and just spending time. it wasn't until one night, when jack asked you to accompany him to a small get together at urban's place, where you began questioning things.

you knew most of the people at this party, you grew up with them so it was nice to catch up. jack never left your side the entire night. a few of you decided to take a seat on urban's couch. you, jack, urban, sunni, coplean, and a few other people all talked on the couch. "so are you guys officially back together?" sunni asked, a question everybody had wanted to ask but didn't have the balls to. you and jack looked at each other for a moment before he spoke up, "she's always been my girl" jack answered. it wasn't a yes or a no. but the group decided to move onto another subject. you, however were also curious as to what the two of you were.

you and jack decided to call it a night, you jumped into his car and made your way home. in the car you decided to ask him something that had been on your mind ever since sunni mentioned it. "jack?" you asked quietly. "yeah y/n?"

"what are we?"

next

[bio-nerds-corner]

Overstimulation

content warnings for: sensory overload, au typical amounts of dehumanization, attempted vore (doesnt happen but… nearly)

It’s honestly a bit of a miracle that things turned out the way they did. After the product loss a couple of years back, there were a couple of very awkward emails to be sent to expectant clients in the very near future. Compensations and excuses and ‘we were not expecting this inconvenience’ and ‘this is to be expected on occasion with live prey, regardless of preparation.’ Maybe even throw in a ‘we are sorry for your loss’ for good measure. But then the product, already written off as a loss, came wandering back. The odds were already calculated as ‘ridiculously low’ by some higher-up of it surviving this long and actually caught and scanned by someone for a microchip rather than eaten immediately. 

The product was screaming in a mesh cage as you pulled it off of the shelf. It looked decidedly not happy to have beaten the odds so spectacularly. You gave the cage a light shake, amused as it’s plaintive wail rose in pitch. You noted absentmindedly that its tiny fingers had caught grip on the mesh, and that it held fast in a corner. Dang, you’ll need to go in and detangle it by hand. 

The product yelled at you as you opened the cage. “Fuck you!” It screamed hoarsely, in its tiny squeaky human voice. Ok that was adorable. Like it was puffing itself up to look bigger. Seemed to be all bark and no bite though. You reach in to wedge it off of the mesh, and it snapped at you with its tiny blunt teeth. Maybe… some bite. You pulled back, grumbling, and went to grab a pair of gloves before trying again. Last time you let one of them sink their teeth into your hand you had to get rabies shots for weeks. And your supervisor yelled at you. Having pried it loose, you pulled it free and held it carefully, two fingers circling the chest and the other three supporting the flailing legs. With the other hand you opened the scent oil cabinet, and searched for the same label number that the product was microchipped with. 

The general consensus was that if a product escaped and somehow was recovered, it would be best to expedite the process of preparation for the client. A lot of times, this meant creating a strong association between the scent of the client and the product’s own safety. A simple enough trick, with the right tools. This one was too dangerous to be put in a group pen, what with it having escaped before. Plus, with its extraordinary amount of luck, it is extremely close to this product’s shipment date. 

You took a dropper from the small tincture of scent, similar to all of the others taken from clients upon ordering the product. Generally it’s introduced slowly to the chosen product over a period of time, but with the expedited schedule, corners have to be cut. Management doesn't care - this possibility was spelled out in the fine print when the product was ordered. You squeezed a few droplets of the scent-infused liquid onto the head of the product, carefully making sure it is spread across its face and hands. 

The human sputtered and coughed to keep from swallowing the liquid, and yelled at you for attempting to drown it. You have got to know who taught it such language. 

You released it back into the mesh cage, ensuring it was closed before carefully carrying it over to a mirror box. You have your own strong opinions on the use of the box, but, well. You need to get paid. You can afford to keep them to yourself.

The yells from the tiny creature got louder as you shut the door, before being completely muffled by the soundproof layering of the box. 

Damn rich people and their weird tastes. You’ve never had a human that wants to get eaten, what’s the point in that? 

...

It was so loud. And so bright. You had your hands over your ears and your eyes screwed shut and yet the screeching tones wormed their way into your bones and the light burst and popped and shattered through the gaps of your eyelids, painting your vision blood red and white. 

You curled tighter, pressing down harder to try and block it out. What was this? Why was this happening? 

You had gotten up when trying to tuck your head between your knees to dispel the nausea hadn’t worked, and paced the tiny cage you were stuck in. All around you light bounced off reflective surfaces, making every wall a laser aimed directly at your optic nerves. 

You screamed in frustration, and that sound was swallowed up by the pounding tones (and maybe the sound of blood in your ears) effortlessly. 

And even if it wasn’t so bright and so loud and so small it was also so cold! Your breath came out in puffs of moisture and you could feel your goosebumps rising on your exposed arms. It was almost better to use your hands to rub warmth into your flesh than pressed over your ears to block out the noise. 

Then, without warning, the lights stopped, the sound faded to just the ringing in your ears, and you slumped to the floor. You couldn’t even open your eyes yet to see through the starbursts still popping in the back of your head. 

For a long quiet moment you just laid there. Then your anger gripped you again. “Fuck you!” You screamed into the silence, finally getting to hear it come back to you. “I hate you! You sick fuckers!” You spewed your anger into the quiet cold reflective walls, shouting yourself raw. When you paused to take a breath, you stopped for a moment. What was… that smell? Something from the liquid dropped onto you earlier, sure, but then… Why did it smell so familiar? Like you had smelled it after you had escaped, and its identity was right on the tip of your tongue… 

You shook your head, wincing and stopping when it stirred up a headache. God, your head hurts. 

The lights turned on again. The sound renewed its awful wailing. You went back into frustrated pacing. 

...

When the light had turned off for the fourth time, the box was opened and a bowl was placed in indelicately. You stumbled to your feet, far slower than you would have wished had the giant holding the bowl been going for you. Then you squinted down at the bowl and groaned. 

Pellets. Ah yes, yet another thing you did not miss about the farms. Sure they filled you up and gave you all the nutrition and calories and all that crap. But they tasted like nothing except for a vague salty flavor and an aftertaste that stuck to the back of your throat like grease. Absolute most boring and dry things in the world, especially now that you had a frame of reference built from foods outside of the farms. 

Problem was: you were hungry. Your last meal had been before you got caught so that would have been… a day and a half ago? With Puffy? Time already felt weird. 

You bit into a pellet. It crunched and filled your mouth instantly with a burst of salt flavored dust. You tried to force the image of potato chips into your mind as you ate another pellet, but the texture was just too wrong for it to stick. You had to keep up your strength though. Eugh. 

What to do, what to do… you can’t just stay here. You must not stay here, you don’t want to die. But the cage was smooth steel that only barely had space for your fingers to fit between the links, and was definitely too tough for you to break. The box was… it was too hard to even think in the box, no mind attempting to make escape plans. 

You took a drink of water. At least it helped with the oily residue. Kind of.  

Maybe you could attempt to run for it the next time the giant who handled you earlier comes around? Well… god, you hadn’t even thought of looking down to see how far the drop would be. What if you fell and broke both of your legs and had to hobble home on crutches? That would suck. 

You’ll figure out something. You just need to keep thinking about it. 

...

Sometime in the soup of confusion and hurt that time has now become, your mesh cage gains a blanket. It’s thin and soft and smells like everything else and you learn to run for it when the lights turn on. It helps with the blaring bright lights and the cold, and muffled the sound a little bit at least. The smell of it starts to become one of the tiniest bit of comfort amidst the overwhelming everything. 

You try to think of escape plans from within your cocoon, but it’s still so hard to think coherently. All you can do is smell the familiar scent of the blanket and feel hatred rise up and strangle you. “Fuck you Wilbur,” you state, a start of a mantra. “Fuck you Phil fuck you Jack fuck you George fuck you Sapnap fuck you Schlatt and Quackity and Niki.” 

Fuck you Puffy, for giving me a taste of a true life like that only for this to happen, even worse than before. Maybe it would have been easier for you to just go blindly through your life, not knowing the outside world, just stumbling straight into the maw of the giant you were created to feed without getting to know the bastard personally first. 

You curled tighter under your blanket, wishing you could still feel any kind of warmth from it. You hate how hard it is to even remember your life outside of this box anymore. 

...

Today was different. You had been left in the dark box for a rest period, but rather than turn on the lights, the mesh cage was slid out of the box for the first time. You curled up in your blanket, sensitive to the fluorescent lights of the room, of the sounds of talking. 

The giant handling you scrubbed you as gently as it could with a wet washcloth, stripping you of the layers of dried sweat and oil on your skin. It then brought new clothes, which it dropped in front of you for you to change into. 

A part of you that you can’t hear right now, buried as it was under the pounding migraine, said something about more easily digestible fibers, and drew conclusions quickly about why today’s schedule was different. The rest of you couldn’t bring up enough energy to care. The box you were put into was dark at least. The delivery driver wasn’t too loud. You slept. When you woke once more, you were in the hands of someone who smelled entirely too much like you and that blanket smelled. 

...

Wilbur’s mood had skyrocketed when he had smelled the tiniest whiff of a tiny, one whose scent he could never forget. Tommy was back? He has been missing for so long that he had feared the worst… not like he doubted Tommy or anything but. Well. Dangerous world and all that. 

“Tommy?” He called out, loud enough to be heard through the house and, he hoped, into the walls as well. 

He kept calling out as he searched each room. A nagging thought hit him - what if Tommy didn’t want to see him at all? After all, they had parted on… an uncomfortable circumstance. Maybe he didn’t want to see the person who bought his right to exist in the first place ever again. 

Wilbur understood. He really did! He probably would have done the same thing under the circumstances. But at the very least, he wanted to see Tommy again, just to make sure he was alright after disappearing on them. 

His search turned up nothing, and he had just cracked open the front door to go looking around outside as well when a particularly strong whiff hit him. He was nearby! 

He looked down. There was a box on his doorstep. 

Oh no. 

He was tearing it open with his hands before he had time to think. He pulled papers and a small disc away and found, nestled at the bottom of the box in a styrofoam cube, Tommy. He picked him up right away. 

“Tommy!” He stepped back into his house to search for his phone, holding the human up to his face to gauge him better. Was he hurt? How did he get in a box? 

The small man cringed visibly, pressing his hands over his ears, and he shivered in Wilbur’s hands. 

Wilbur opened his mouth to apologize and maybe get someone else on the phone to help out with this situation, when Tommy’s eyes sprang open and he lunged straight into Wilbur’s mouth. It was sheer surprise that kept Wilbur from following his instincts to bite down and swallow, especially as he took a shallow breath that bathed his sinuses in the human’s scent. Confusion at this out-of-character moment that kept him from eating the friend who he had paid to have the pleasure of consuming for… his… birthday. 

That was today wasn’t it. 

Tommy had curled up, shaking, near the back of his mouth. For a moment Wilbur tangled with the feeling that this was right, that this was what was supposed to happen. No. This wasn’t right at all. Why was he so quiet, so scared and not Tommy, and why had he thrown himself at someone who he always feared like that? 

He carefully coughed, and spat Tommy out into his fist where the boy went back to covering his ears and eyes with his face. Then, carefully keeping his hand away from his mouth and breathing as shallowly as possible to stop his salivary glands from going into double time, he reached for his phone to call Phil. 

He needed to get away from Tommy as soon as possible.

[freyja-333]

Bloo can’t reach the top shelf .... credit:  __jisoo__124

[space-arcanist]

Yes, so the prism hag is Bad. Like nasty bad who’s done Super Bad Shit, who gleefully stated that she enjoyed Nott’s misery since getting goblinized. She’s Bad and needs to get her comeuppance, is what I’m saying. I loved how Jester got one over on her. Serious fairy tale level playing of a reversal card. Fantastic. Extraordinary. Gorgeous! It was well played and I love that Matt leaned into it, because that was fun to watch. So where I’m going with all this. The hag remains out there, presumably to continue her Super Bad Shit, and she may or may not come to realize that she’s been bamboozled by a blueberry. I know Matt is blessedly not of the Vengeful Dungeon Master variety, but he also is really really good at knowing when to act like one (ie. Hotis) because hot damn that can also make for amazing moments and top shelf fun. THEREFORE! I do indeed hope the hag returns with a score to settle with the recent winner of the Best Trickster in Exandria Award. I partially want this because one of the few things Jester doesn’t bring to the table is a nemesis. (Lord Sharpe, or whomstever, barely qualifies and seems little more than a footnote at this point) And what serves as a better antagonist for a magical princess like Jester than a wicked witch of the woods? I would also very much like to see the hag try to fuck up TravelerCon, because could you even imagine the chaos? The utter righteous fury of a leetle bloo tiefling? The poetic irony of a HDYWTDT on a hag with a giant piece of candy?! I want this so much. But I’m also crazy curious about how it’ll actually go down, because this cast doesn’t have a habit of letting me down.

[bloosasks]

Holy shit bloo, are you okay? Like, mentally okay?

Like. Honestly I stopped giving updates about him as I lost interest so it's kinda a gap from what I've already said here.

I liked him initially bc he was cute and interesting to talk to, but as time went on he kinda let his appearance go. Which, that's understandable considering the job (overnight freight packout. You take a box, put it on the shelf or up in an overhead. You dont deal with customers and you work with like. The same 7 people every night. It's nothing to get dressed up for), but he also started talking about drugs more and more which was kinda a red flag for me. Like hard shit, cocaine and heroin shit. So I kinda lost interest because he morphed into a stinky dirty goblin boy.

That being said! He was never rude or mean to me. I enjoyed talking to him because he was someone to talk to at work. Everyone has their thing, so I just don't need to be involved like that.

Never got the impression he'd kill someone though.

And then he transferred to another location and I haven't heard from him in like. 4 months. And then I just found out last night he was arrested in October.

[richrubies]

Good Weather (Nafla x Reader)

➳ genre: fluff

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‘Mm,’ you hummed into the phone as you attempted to hold it between your ear and shoulder, your hands preoccupied with the make-up brush you were using to apply powder, ‘I miss you too,’ you tell him gently on the phone.

‘I wish you were here,’ Nicholas admitted from the other end, upset. He’d been touring for a few weeks and was about to hold his last show, coincidentally in the same city that you’d met. Whenever he performed in Daegu it was tradition for you to go and watch, each time was like reliving the first moment you two lay eyes on one another. He had been performing then too, though with a much smaller crowd and in an old bar that barely anyone visited. Now he was playing huge venues and hyping up thousands.

‘I wish I was too,’ you tell him, feeling guilty at his tone, ‘But work has been crazy and I couldn’t get time off to come down.’ 

You could practically see the pout he was probably doing as you told him for the millionth time that you couldn’t make it to his show. You felt guilty for the lie, but you’d spent the last few weeks acting as if you weren’t going, that it’d be a waste of all that effort to reveal the surprise now.

You could hear people in the background calling out for Nicholas, asking him to start preparing for the show. He huffed in response before telling you sulkily, ‘I have to go get ready babe.’

‘Mm,’ you hum again, ‘Be careful on stage, 자기야. Have fun.’

‘I love you,’ he tells you, the sound so loud that you knew he was pressing his lips to the speaker.

‘I love you too,’ you smile warmly, readying yourself to hang up.

‘Are you sure you can’t come?’ He asks desperately, trying his luck one more time.

‘Yah,’ you giggle, ‘hurry up and go get ready!’

He swore before agreeing, ‘Okay...Love you!’

‘I love you too,’ you say with an eye roll and a smile.

‘I miss you!’

‘Get off the phone, Fla,’ you tell him with a laugh.

Making kissing noises against the speaker, he sighed, ‘Okay, I’ll go for real now. I’ll call you later.’

Once the call had ended, you quickly tossed your phone to the side and shook your head, ‘Ah! He’s made me so late!’

He’d kept you on the phone for over an hour, and while you loved every inch of him and more, he had picked the worst time to want to conversate. You’d done your best to get ready despite his call, having straightened your hair into a manageable state and pulling it up into a cute do all while calming him and his nerves down.

Pulling out the outfit you thought was perfect for one of his concerts  — an over-sized red hoodie that hung low enough to use as a dress which matched Nicholas’ hair; you threw it on and checked yourself in the mirror. Putting on a pair of comfortable thick-platform sneakers and fixing up the makeup that had smudged from your failed attempt earlier while on the phone, you quickly gave yourself a once over with perfume before grabbing your clutch and dashing out the door of your hotel room.

Everyone but Nicholas knew you were in Daegu, having wanted to surprise him after his month away. You didn’t think he would fall for you not being able to attend his show in Daegu — after nearly three years together, you thought he’d know you’d do anything in your power to see him perform there. Thankfully, your acting skills had improved and his own naivety, had worked out in your favour.

By time you arrived at the Blue Room, you could already hear the thumping of the music and the cheers of his fans. Even those who were still stuck outside trying to get into the venue, were hyped just by being in the vicinity.

Like always, you used your pass to get you through the VIP doors, bringing you directly backstage. After quickly greeting everyone and leaving your wallet and phone in Nicholas’ dressing room, you made your way out into the crowd, ignoring the offer of standing to the side of the stage like you usually did at his gigs.

For once, you wanted to be a part of the crowd who showed love to your man, just like you had when you’d met years ago.

As he performed, you bounced along to the music, having pushed yourself to the very front gate, screaming the lyrics to Weathermen as loud as you could, happy to watch as Nic twisted and turned on stage, performing his heart out  — something he was born to do. Behind him, a drunk Bloo was also on stage, swaying out of time of the music and rapping alongside your boyfriend.

As they approached the chorus, Owen jumped down from the stage and strutted along the front of the gates, yelling into his mic, ‘Four weather-who?’

‘Men!’ The fans screamed as he offered his mic to the crowd.

Nafla watched with a grin as he kept singing and dancing. Owen stepped closer to you, as he asked again, this time standing in front of you, giving you a huge grin — he’d picked you out of the crowd earlier which is what prompted him to jump down and get closer in attempt to draw Nic’s attention to you. Holding the mic up he asked you, ‘Four weather-who?!’

 ‘Four weather-fuckin-men!’ you yelled with the crowd.

Owen laughed and pulled you into a quick hug before continuing to rap, looking up at Nicholas who had heard a snippet of your voice amongst the crowd. He’d lost his timing as he searched for you, positive that he hadn’t imagined it.

Shaking his head a second later and trying to get back into the rhythm, he ultimately lost it again as soon as your eyes met as he took one last sweep of the crowd.

While his crew backed his lines in the song, Nic only had eyes for you as you shot him finger-hearts and a grin. He reciprocated it by showing his gummy smile and jumping off the stage to reach you.

With the help of security, you jumped over the rail and was instantly wrapped in Nicholas’s arms as he held you tight, shouting over the noise, ‘You’re here!’

Not caring for the screaming fans or even the song he was meant to be singing, Nic grabbed your face and lovingly showered you with kisses, ‘You’re really here!’

‘Surprise,’ you tell him with a laugh before pushing at his shoulder, ‘Yah, go finish your set! I’ll wait down here!’

Shaking his head, he grabbed your hand and dragged you back up the stage stairs, yelling over the music, ‘Stay with me!’

As soon as you were back on the stage, Nic began to rap again, this time to a new tune while his arm remained wrapped around your neck keeping you near, constantly checking over you as if unsure if you were real.

You and Nic weren’t a secret, having been open about your relationship after six months of dating, though this was the most PDA he’d ever shown to outsiders. He released you for a moment as 사과상자 began to play, though it was only to take your hand in his so that you could walk comfortably.

You’d pretty much forgotten you were on a stage in front of a whole bunch of strangers, instead focusing on Nic as he rapped; bouncing along to his tunes as you hyped him up, you could feel the burn in your cheeks from the permanent smile on your face. Every so often during his lines, Nic would turn to you and grin, cupping your face gently while he sung lyrics like ‘motha-fucka’.

What could you say? You were a sucker for a man who knew how to use his words.

Your favorite part was when he had rapped his exiting song, Wu; ‘4, 5, 6 bitches, want my dick pictures – but you can’t have ‘em cause I love my crazy lady.’

The crowd’s roar had been deafening as you laughed at his words and shoved at his shoulder, only to be pulled into a hug, your back to the crowd as Nic kept you tight in his embrace, rapping over your shoulder as he looked out at his fans. Knowing he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon, you hugged him back and waited for the lights to turn out to signal the end of the show.

By time you had gotten back stage, you were nearly as puffed as the guys from all the dancing and rapping you’d been doing as you bounced around on stage, though Nic didn’t give you a second to catch your breath before his lips were on yours.

You kissed him back lovingly, though you ended the moment quickly so that the others in the room weren’t uncomfortable.

‘I can’t believe you actually came,’ he repeats in amazement, settling for holding your hips as he looked you in the eye, still in disbelief.

‘You thought I’d miss a Daegu show?’ you asked him with a smile, looping your arms around his neck, ‘Never.’

‘I’m so happy,’ he tells you honestly, ignoring West who fake-gagged in the background.

‘Me too,’ you tell him.

‘He was sulking all week,’ Owen tells you with an eye-roll while Bloo nods in the corner, his hand in a bag of potato chips and the other clutching a top-shelf bottle.

‘He missed his girlfriend,’ you teased while Nicholas rolled his eyes, not bothering to deny it.

‘But you missed your boyfriend, right?’ he asks, smiling down at you, his eyebrows raised in expectancy.

‘A little bit,’ you tell him, not wanting to confess that you’d spent hours looking for an outfit that matched the same colour as his hair, or that you were wearing his shirt underneath because it smelt like him. For now, you just wanted to lavish in the shower of love he was giving you. And avoid the boys teasing you, despite loving it when they teased ‘Fla.

Smirking, Nicholas pressed his lips to your forehead and murmured, too low for the others to hear, ‘You’re wearing one of my shirts right now, aren’t you?’

The giggle that left your mouth gave you away, causing Nicholas to chuckle and pull you into his arms despite the boy’s protests; ‘Knew it.’

‘Shut up.’

‘I love you.’

‘Me too.’

[healthcare-market]

Heparin Market Projected to Witness Vigorous Expansion by 2024

The Europe heparin market depicts the presence of a highly consolidated vendor landscape, with leading players such as Aspen, Leo Pharma, Pfizer, and Sanofi accounting for about 65% of the total market shares in 2015, says Transparency Market Research on the basis of recently published report. Of these players, Sanofi was clearly observed to lead the pack by holding a 47.5% share in this market in the same year.

Most players operating in the global Europe heparin market impart notable focus on expanding research and developmental activities, enhancing portfolio management, and participating in acquisitions. A long-term implementation of these key strategies in the market is expected to intensify the competition during the forthcoming years. Most companies working in the Europe heparin market are keen on developing market-specific innovations, thereby highlighting the need for resource allocation.

Statistically speaking, the market was valued at US$2.2 bn in 2015, and is further projected to gain revenue worth US$3.5 bn by 2024. Such a slow yet steady growth has been foretold to occur with an expanding CAGR of 5.2% recorded during the forecast period from 2016 to 2024. From an end-user’s perspective, hospitals account for maximum utilization of heparin owing to its high requirement during surgeries and associated treatments.

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Extensive Demand of Heparin Exists Owing to Rise in Venous Thromboembolism

The heparin market in Europe is mainly driven due to a rising number of coagulation disorders in the form of venous thromboembolism (VTE). These diseases cause nearly half a million deaths worldwide in various regions every year, a number which is even greater than highway accidents, cancer, AIDS, and other deadly diseases. The increasing production of heparin in leading European countries has also driven the market substantially. This is mainly because of several tainted heparin products imported from China and other countries, which has forced for European countries to manufacture their own heparin products.

Heparin supplies contaminated with allergic substances were also found in several European nations, leading to the implementation of strict regulations regarding the use of active pharmaceutical ingredients (APIs). In this way, the heparin market in Europe has witnessed widespread development of crude and API heparin, consequently pushing the market.

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Use of Alternatives Hinders Heparin Market’s Growth

However, extensive availability of alternative anticoagulants such as warfarin, coumarins, and oral anticoagulants is negatively impacting growth in the global Europe heparin market. Several other alternatives are used such as dabigatran, apixaban, and rivaroxaban, which are also expected to reduce the sales of heparin-based products, thereby negatively affecting the market’s growth. Utilization of such anticoagulant alternatives is due to rising concerns existing among consumers, wherein they might get their hands onto contaminated heparin derived from animals.

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Expiry dates of most heparin products are quite short, which also has caused consumers to deviate towards utilizing alternatives having longer shelf lives. Nevertheless, extensive efforts are being taken by major players in the market to produce contaminant-free heparin products having that remain fresh for a considerably long duration. Doing this is expected to greatly offset the restraints.

The above data is collated from a research report released by TMR, titled, “Heparin Market (Product - Low Molecular Weight Heparin, Unfractionated Heparin, and Ultra-low Molecular Weight Heparin; End Applications – Hospitals and Blood and Stem Cell Bank ) - Europe Industry Analysis, Size, Share, Growth, Trends, and Forecast 2016–2024.”

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