#emo-formless-blob

[yikesola]

Phriendship Bracelets ✨

I’ve finished 85 bracelets in time for my Seattle tit show :’) the last two are for dnp specifically at the m&g but I’m very exited to hand out the rest!

listed under cut

Snokoplasm

Sadness Slime

Pom Bear Massacre 

Dil 🖤 Tabitha

Dan 🖤 Evan

Emo Pan Poly Dalien 

sexy end screen dance

draw phil naked 

RIP Norman 🖤

Heart Eyes Howell

Love Eyes Lester

🖤editing tips🖤

The Hand

The Urge

all the dips

big brown doe eyes

big blind blue eyes

Hi my name is ◻️Dan◻️

IKEA duvet (white and black)

IKEA duvet (blue and green) 

Phlonde

🖤Dannie🖤

🖤Phillie🖤

cat and bear

hay null fish ding

pour bot hem

🖤tits out🖤

Basically I’m Gay

Coming Out To You

Here Queer Existential Fear

The cat whiskers come from within 

Cat whiskers 

Rainbows do not represent me 

cock shame

pussy facing the world

🖤phemininomenon🖤

TATINOF

Interactive Introverts

WAD

Terrible Influence

TIT tour

PINOF

embrace the void

courage to exist

the future is bright

 Dan and Phil Games

Dan VS Phil

All or Nothing

Dan and Phil Beats

Dystopia Daily 

Don’t Cry Craft

A Day in the Life

Legalize Catboys

Dan and Phil Made Me Gay

Lost Vegas Video

Secret Vegas Wedding

Japhan Proposal

Army of Lesbians

King of Lesbian

Phey Phem Pheal

Shrek Slut

Mince Pie Codex

Daniel Lester Good Suggestion

Golden Pig

Steve 🖤 Scraggy 

🖤Lion🖤

Phan Porn Addiction

Lunar Fusion 🖤Spike◻️Oz🖤

RPF is Fine

DDR Champ

Muckbang Phuckbang 

Naked Booths

more than just romantic

🖤that’s the plan🖤

🖤Knight of Wands🖤

Silver Hoop

Piss Kink

Dyed Everything Green

Formless Blob

Soulmates

Japhan

Precious Baby Angel

Halloween Jumper 

sad but so brave about it

dizzy but so brave about it

[gamora-borealis]

Do you think Phil knew Dan was gay or do you think he just knew he wasn't straight because of...you know. The obvious.

I often think about the emo girl teen dan was dm-ing who was like yeah I'm bi and dan was like oh yeah same as an easy way to come out for the first time. like phil was emo in a 'trying to attract emo boys' way I have a feeling phil probably casually mentioned being gay (or ""bi"") fairly quickly as a general precaution and dan probably tried to play it off all cool like oh yeah me too I'm bi (since that's what he told people in 2009).

now. did phil get the vibe that dan wasn't straight from the beginning? probably, but not even necessarily because of dan's "bi vibe" as that one girl put it or gnc formless blob energy or whatever the fuck it is. like I was a kid at the time but I assume that if you had the emo haircut or vibe going on back then people probably assumed you were bisexual since so many emos identified as bisexual.

what's interesting is that dan only recently started calling himself explicitly gay/homosexual/very much not bi in the past few years, like he seemed like he was still kind of figuring stuff out when BIG came out. I think them being close for so long obviously phil probably knew dan was primarily gay but dan was still trying to figure out if certain attractions he'd had were comphet or whatever. and phil seems like the kind of person to give dan space to figure himself out on his own time.

obviously I don't really know anything, and i'm definitely curious to know the actual answer. I'd love to hear them talk more about how they met/got together and what they thought of each other at the time, like when your couple friends recount the story of how they got together for fun. obviously they have every right to keep all that private but if they are ever open to talking about it I would love to hear it! It's also just a very sweet story in general too from what we know + what they have shared.

[liminalnafaza]

i mostly only write when im sad. recently i havent been writing either. i feel like im losing all aspects of myself. i feel like a blob- an empty nameless formless blob.

what am i doing here? in this city? country? life? all of my conscious years im facing the same questions. and im not a famous artist/musician living an alternative life- able to be glorified for their depression and suicide. im living a normal modern capitalist life. noone sees it as so deep. that was never the case for me. a basic eye contact or a bird flying by moves me insanely. or, can move me insanely.

ill never get this world-- i hope in will, tho. every day i hope i will. the fear of life is taking over again.it never leaves me. the fear of my work, my part to play in this social-construct. what am i to do?

i dont have the energy/capacity/want to do any of these lousy jobs. yet what am i for, what kind of environment, who am i meant to be in this life?

and why am i laying here, in freiburg, lonely, crying, in a strange and random city i had no connection to. why am i here, to rot?! i never wanted to rot. i never chose this...or, did i?

the seek for comfort led me here. and now im paying the cost. being in my early twenties in berlin always felt like a dream/movie. i was always in my dream- the main character. life was full of meaning, of different forms, faces and places. they all had their unique aura. i enjoyed it so much. even tho i was sentimental and emo, too, i lived!!!! and now.......i feel like im paralyzed

theres no life. no sign of vitality. just....boredom . low energies....why?!

[bbluejoseph]

Think you could do Josh + blue or maybe Jenna, Josh & Tyler + yellow?? If not, no worries :)

I did both!! I hope you like them :)

[josh-duns-abs]

Few favourite things about Josh?

How gentle he is! He has the build of a tough guy and punches stuff and dyes his hair and has piercings and all this stuff that portrays him as such a tough guy but then when he speaks he’s so thoughtful and gentle and he would never hurt anyone. Non toxic masculinity right there!

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

Yes, in Canada, a pineapple most often is the one teaching you French.

i found ‘episode 1′ on youtube and listen je suis un ananas 

my basic french (like 10 words max) is not getting me through this

okay the intro is kind of a good tune tho. but i must admit the pineapple, to put it nicely, is fucking weird. even if i can’t understand everything going on. and this jack? probably got that wrong. child is absolutely going to nail his whole damn hand in a second anyway i’m fast-forwarding bc i swear i just saw a skeleton

IT’S A SKELETON BAND AND THEY’RE NOT TERRIBLE although they’re probably singing educational things i just can’t understand

nope the pineapple is dancing i’m out oh wait it just did the splits damn this pineapple is flexible and god i never imagined typing that 

thank you for confirming the pineapple teaching

[kpopfan-antics]

jk’s hair now reminds me too much of my emo phase in middle school. I DONT NEED REMINDERS COCONUT HEADASS

[brandstifter-sys]

Molting

Word Count: 2479           (Ao3)

Rating: T+

Characters: Virgil, Remus, all other sides as of PoF mentioned

Pairing: Dukexiety (platonic but could be not platonic if you want)

Warnings: Body Horror, Spider!Virgil, knife, sex mention, grossness, Gore, swearing, physical strain, exhaustion

Virgil is a spider boy, and spiders need to molt. It’s not a pretty sight and it’s an ordeal Virgil hates. Lucky him, he has a best friend who is willing and able to help, even if it drives him nuts.

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"Hey Princey, where's Virge?—Whoa are you okay, you look like you need to sit down, kiddo!"

"Patton, Virgil won't be joining us for a few days, surely his eating habits and sudden baldness have been a sign of the time of year for him." Logan commented from his seat on the couch. Roman was curled up and shaking, pallid and horrified.

"You mean?" Patton squeaked and shuddered. 

"Yes. I will be joining Janus and Remus during the clean up. I suggest you try to avoid his room for the next few days. Molting is a delicate process." 

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Virgil felt like jello, trapped in a hard shell. He was on his back spread and nude, unable to move without the sickening feeling that came with it. His chelicerae and extra limbs were out and just as rigid, making his position more awkward. He couldn’t breathe and he desperately tried to force his gelatinous form to shift and expand where his head was. He was dizzy, just trying to crack the eggshell-thin casing like a chick about to hatch, only without anything solid to chip at the barrier.

Pop!

The casing around his head split in half, with a sickening crack, leaving him gasping for air. Oh that sweet, sweet oxygen was tainted by the taste of his own skin-flavored goo falling into his open mouth. His eyes were sealed shut, but not out of fear for what he would see, since they didn't do a great job at blocking the light. No they were closed until he was sure none of his shell got in his eyes, trapped in the gelatinous muck that would cause his eyelids to tear if he dared open them.

"I thought I might have to cut you out of there if you took much longer," someone, Janus he assumed based on the tone, hummed softly nearby, "Time to cut off the area around your shoulders. Do try and wiggle out of it once it's done. And yes, you have to get yourself out." 

Virgil tried to calm his breathing, waiting for one of the worst parts. He was too fragile and squishy to be nicked by a blade, let alone a full cut. But he trusted Janus more than the others, except maybe Remus, especially with his mouth wide open.

Virgil could feel the vibrations through the floor. The steady gait and heavier footfalls were different from what he expected, but he could chalk it up to Janus being tired, he and Remus did carry him here and set up when his outer layer went rigid and his bones melted into this disgusting jelly.

He heard the blade gliding over his shell just above his shoulders with such a slight amount of pressure. It was far too smooth to be Janus's work, and Remus wasn't there, so it had to be Janus, but something about the stiff meticulous nature was throwing him off. 

"Now you have to go up towards the ears on both sides and then to the crown. Once that's done you can carefully lift those pieces away." Janus said to the person cutting his head free. Virgil's heart pounded in his ears, at least his soft organs were still intact, as intact as the situation allowed. He struggled to keep his breathing even, unsure where the blade was. 

"Would it be more efficient to cut along the fault?" That was Logan. That was okay, he was not easily disturbed. His suggestion, however, was not okay.

"Do you want to risk slitting his throat?" Janus asked with an edge to his voice, "He is vulnerable and having that scalpel near his throat will make his anxiety worse."

"I understand. In that case—" Logan trailed off and continued his task. Janus hissed under his breath, in a way that only Virgil would understand, but he didn’t, which was concerning. For the smart side, Logan had his stupid moments and this Janus was regretting bringing him in so soon.

"And to be clear, I am not supposed to peel the exoskeleton." 

"Correct. And once you remove the upper half, will you have a suitable specimen?" this Janus responded curtly. He was done sharing this vulnerable moment with the nerd. 

"Yes," Logan said as the tips of his fingers brush Virgil's new skin, making him wince, "Remus has already called 'dib'—is that the correct phrase?" 

"Yes." 

"He has already called dib on the lower half."

Virgil winced as cool air hit his tender form. He could feel the slime stretching and pulling away from him with a soft, sickening snap, with the tendrils falling back into the near liquid of his body. Logan was quick to set that piece aside and remove the other with as much dexterity and grace as before. 

"Shall I tell Remus his presence is requested at this time?" Logan asked as he gathered his samples.

"No. I suggest you sink out to your room before he bursts in like the unhinged maniac he becomes when told to sit still and wait." this Janus droned. Logan nodded and sank out. And not a moment too soon. But it felt like the other presence changed rapidly.

"Virgil, I’m the only one here with you. I'm going to clear your nose before I wipe your eyes," Remus hummed, after dropping his disguise, and knelt down beside him on the old sheet he was laying on. The bulb syringe entering his nostril was a strange sensation when his nose was basically formless, as was the goo exiting his nose, but it was a relief. 

"Stay focused on breathing, Virgil, 3/4 time—that's it. One more time." 

The second his nose was cleared, Virgil closed his mouth. Remus giggled and conjured a clean rag. 

"Whatsamatter, Soft-skull? Don't like the taste of your own mucus? It's like a giant loogie!" Remus cackled and carefully wiped down his face. 

"I thought you said you weren't gonna pull that stunt," Virgil wheezed. 

"Nerd wanted samples more than I want my dick sucked. I had to pretend to be Jan to keep things calm in here—you think the nerd would listen to me? Besides, Janus isn't good at anything but the first cuts. He thinks it's nasty!" Remus laughed, "It is but that's not the real issue—it's the mess that you leave behind that's the problem!"

Virgil rolled his eyes and focused on wiggling out of his shell instead of the duke's rant. It was the same one every season. Whether it was Janus's scales or the molting, Remus would bitch about the mess.

"... and I know what you're thinking—what everyone thinks! 'Why are you so bent out of shape? You like grossness and garbage and mess!'" Remus rambled, "There's a difference between a messy aesthetic and a mess! Organized chaos, Harlot's Web, I know exactly where everything is and where it's supposed to be even if it looks like shit! It's mine to manipulate! Your body cast is not in the design plan!" 

"Talk cryptids, dammit!" Virgil hissed as he tried to squeeze his way out of his exoskeleton, weakly curling his toes, or attempting to, "I hate this shit too!" 

"Cryptids and cursed objects?" Remus cooed. 

"Fine!" Virgil grunted, feeling the goo on his skin shifting and stretching with the slightest movement, peeling him away from his old skin slowly. He was going to take hours to get out.

"Okay so I know you don't usually watch the videos of Dybbuk box openings and you should, gets the blood pumping, but you know those are fake, right? They're all a sham!" Remus started ranting. His rage was actually quite helpful as a motivator to move. 

"...and don't get me started on the bullshit wax! It's so hard to clean! You know I have a design aesthetic and wax is not a part of it! Especially when there's no restless spook involved! It's a lot of crap with no real payout! If I wanted to have a creepy old box covered in wax I could make one myself!" 

“Fill it with spider exoskeleton,” Virgil huffed and wheezed at the exertion, “It’ll make a good snack!”

“Just like you!” Remus giggled, “But seriously, those things don’t hold any angry ghosties, and they seem problematic in other ways too, which usually isn’t a problem for me, but no spooks? That’s crossing a line! I could create better cursed objects!” Remus paused as a wicked grin split his face. Oh no.

“Get me out of here and you can see something really cursed!” Virgil spat, venom shooting from his mouth, literally, and landing on the sheet under him. He broke into a fit of coughing, his form sloshing and molding in the shape of his exoskeleton. 

"Easy there, Swamp Thing!" Remus jeered, "If no one helps Bolt, Nimby, Cirrus, Cyoomy, Hansel, or Gretel when they molt, you don't get much more help either." 

"Swamp Thing? More like the Blob!" Virgil retorted bitterly. Remus clapped his hands and grinned.

"You are so right!" he cheered, "That's a better nickname when you're like this! Like an alien creeping out of a meteor all gelatinous and prone to leaving slime trails! Emo Jello! How you still have lungs is a mystery to me! You don't even have a digestive tract!" 

"Great reminder, jackass!" 

"It is! All your fluids and organs are blended up—except for your heart, blood, brain, and lungs!"

Virgil tried to ignore the glee in his voice and focused on moving. He didn't feel like telling him that his blood was traveling through his body through osmosis, always finding a way back to the heart and lungs, he would see it eventually. The rubbery slick kept him stuck to his exoskeleton, bending and stretching, but always pulling him back. 

"You look like a jaundiced Hellboy cosplayer in a deflated Paleman blow-up suit who's gonna eat a crap ton when he gets back to normal! And then there's the whole hair growth thing! Like throwing straw on a potato sack filled with rotten meat! Do you even have eyelashes now?"

"You. Tell. Me." Virgil grunted and grit his teeth, which were far too soft to actually bite anything or grind. Remus squatted next to him and leaned in close. 

"They're coming in!" Remus grinned and stood up. Virgil groaned and flexed his chelicerae. Some movement was better than none. He was trapped, like swimming in tar, and he had to fight to escape his full-body restraint. 

"Do you want some music? I can do a striptease!" Remus asked and wiggled his eyebrows. 

"Does this get you hot and bothered, sicko?" Virgil scoffed and tried to focus on curling his fingers with what energy and strength he had. Remus pouted and wiggled his mustache in thought. 

"No, not really. But just standing here is boring! Besides, it's just incentive for you to burst out of your shell!" 

"Not. Interested." 

"You and I both know you would do anything to stop me from getting naked for no reason!" Remus teased. He was right of course, but it was still irksome.

"Shut up," Virgil hissed, still not getting anywhere, "Put on some music and keep your fucking pants on!" 

"Fine!" Remus groaned and rolled his eyes. He snapped his fingers, filling the room with some sick emo jams. At least they made Virgil more at ease! 

Two Days Later…

"Remus, c'mon!" Virgil panted as he fruitlessly clawed at the soft carpet trying to remove himself from his exoskeleton, smearing goo all over. He was weak and exhausted from the endless strain. His body was still akin to a gummy bear with a dark cherry filling, but at least his bangs were back. 

"Nope! I already cut out your—" 

"Please! I'm not even stuck!" Virgil cried, "Pull me out of here!" He was so close to bursting into tears. Two days straight of wiggling just to get back to normal took its toll on him. Two days straight of moving two inches forward and one inch back with no food or water left him weak. There was no time for sleep and no time to rest. Remus didn't sleep the entire time either and it showed. 

"I could tear you in half, and then your guts'll spill all over the floor and there'd be a huge stain and you'd be pissed off while you bleed out!" he said with a bright grin that bordered on maniacal.

"It's just my legs! Please!" he begged, "I don't have the strength!" He was actually crying at that point. Remus ceded and carefully looped his arms under Virgil's. The goo stuck to his shirt as he carefully pulled the emo from his old skin and scooped him up into his arms. 

"Easy there, Raggedy Anx, you're free to crawl on the ceiling and scare those losers like some fleshy horror movie creature bent on devouring them, starting with the eyes," Remus said and stood up. He could have easily snapped Virgil's spine over his knee, watched him writhe in agony and scream until he couldn't manage it anymore. He could watch his fluids pool under his translucent skin and ooze out of the puncture wound from the snapped vertebrae. 

He did the smart thing and placed the fragile blob of emo on the bed and stepped back. Molting meant growing and that meant he needed space as everything took shape again. Remus could already see what changes happened under that shell as Virge gasped, forcing air in to help his expansion. 

"Stress workouts?" Remus asked and stretched his arms above his head. 

"Mostly." 

"You fixed your—" 

"Yeah and that was your fault!" 

"No no no, I didn't mess up the piercing—you let it get infected and tried to rip it off!" 

"I'll rip yours off if you don't shut up!"

"I can regrow it, without going all rigor mortis alien!" Remus laughed, "But I can't make it any bigger, so you have me beat!" 

"Go to bed," Virgil huffed, "You're losing it." He kept up his hyperventilating style of breathing and closed his eyes. Just a few more hours of this and he could finally get some rest. 

"But you're not sleeping!" Remus argued, "And I vowed to watch over you while you're weak and nasty!" 

"You sound like Roman," Virgil scoffed. 

"You take that back!" 

"'I vowed' c'mon that's a Princey line!" Virgil huffed, “You need to get out of this room. Come after you get some rest and food. You did your part.” Remus pouted and snapped his fingers. The exoskeleton and sheet on the floor vanished. That was the last thing he had to do before Janus could take over. 

“Fine, but I’ll be back and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” Remus laughed and sank out. Virgil rolled his eyes, like he could ever stop Remus from doing anything! This time he didn’t want to.

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[gender-snatched]

So much gender envy for Kurogiri rn. I too want to be a black formless emo blob of mist.

[lovelyrhink]

just watched dan’s video and a lot of it struck a chord with me,

especially hanging out with the emo queer kids and identifying as “bisexual” in school because it was a safety net that meant you were free to exist in your queer space while not claiming something you “probably weren’t” and when he’s talking about labels fitting and also being a formless blob i felt that in my sad, sad soul like you can identify with something that feels right but also be torn apart by what you think you should be or how things should apply to you. i’ve always existed in the queer space, not straight but not sure enough or feeling enough of anything to really define myself outside of terms that might not even work for me later on. the emphasis on being okay to exist without knowing is really important, especially for those of us who don’t have the experiences, the good experiences, or the feelings in our bodies or the connections or the sure-knowing of being what we are.

existing in the formless queer space is okay, and while i know i’ve thrown a lot of terms around on this blog, the truth is that i’m still as unsure as i was at 13 constructing intricate rituals to kiss girls and at 16 when i claimed myself as unfuckable because i didnt like feeling like a fucktoy for someone to play with and sexual traumas made me not want to be touched ever, and even now i have no idea of how or when i’ll come out to my family even if i live somewhere highly liberal in some ways and my dad has already teased me about having a wife. personally, this platform especially has ruined my own journey by throwing ifs, ands, buts, and qualifiers at me since i first arrived 8 years ago. it would be so much easier for me to just say i’m queer and that’s it, goodbye, but so many elements about labeling and subcultures and the humor of being one thing or another *demand* that i say things or force things or claim things. and it’s really fucking frustrating not having some all-encompassing horniness to fall back on, like what the fuck am i supposed to be feeling for other people when i can’t even feel it within myself? like, naturally? and at this point i’m reserving the right to come out to my parents when i bring a serious girlfriend home and that’s it.

once i feel what i can name, i’ll tell them, but in the meantime please take one from dan and understand that this weird aqueous queer space of my social medias are not necessarily representative of what i know for sure. i might use a term one day and identify certain behaviors the next. i don’t even want to end this post with the “idk if i’m bi and just shallow or i’ve always been a lesbian or my childhood experiences caused my brain to literally shut down that part of my body and left me with nothing more than a vague semblance of the term ‘asexual’” because nobody owns that of me. i don’t owe qualifiers or answers or descriptions. i’m definitely queer, certainly romantically and sexually queer, and i’m tired of feeling like i should be forcing myself to be more lustful than i am so that i might “qualify” in certain queer spaces. a lot of it just comes down to the fact that i’ve never actually been intimate with someone i’m really romantically connected to, and a lack of experience makes it so i don’t know how to identify. but even the thought that i *must* identity is harmful, just as this back-and-forth of “disallowing” myself a slight attraction to men is harmful. and who knows what that type of attraction even is! as of my most recent sexual experience, it’s clearly more in my head than my body and i still get weird when people try to touch me or perform sex acts on me.

i like to maintain control and perhaps i’ve got some deep-seated issues that make it impossible for me to want to be touched sexually by anyone but that’s for me and my future therapists to figure out, and not some mean, gatekeeping bloggers can ever make me feel pressured to be one thing or another. i really appreciate what dan said about existing until you feel comfortable to come out. and for all the shit i say and all the shit i act like, truth is i haven’t had the right experiences or the right feelings in my body to guide me the way other people can. maybe a little bit of me *is* broken and a lot more of me is queer, maybe i’m fucked up by childish boys and not allowing myself a connection to mature adult men, and maybe i’m just kidding myself all over and should have known based on the 8 years of softball and my first kiss, porn discovery, sex games, and orgasmic sexual experience all being female/female that i’m really just a big lesbian. who knows! not fucking me. and if anyone anywhere tries to tell me what i’m feeling or what i said about myself once and what i can’t say now, you can literally choke on my big toe because this body tells me Some Things and my brain tells Others. so thank you and fuck you and goodnight

anyway i love dan and i love my queer history even if it’s painful and confusing and CERTAINLY unfinished!

[bbluejoseph]

today in math class a friend-sort-of & i we’re acting like vsco girls & crylaughing. our teacher was scared yet amused. i also bit someone today

biting people is immediately 5 feral points

[josh-duns-abs]

I have 2 cats (Lloydy & Toby) - both male & tabby - & I have one dog (Molson) - male husky/Shepard mix. They’ll all a little bit stupid, but they’re cute so that makes up for it.

Ohh love that!! Stupid cute babies! I have no idea how to pronounce Lloydy but I love that name. Love a husky mix! Tell those little cuties they are loved for me!

[bbluejoseph]

I hope you’re feeling better soon 💓

thank you!! i am feeling a bit better today, i hope you have a good day/night 💗

[dietraumerei]

emo-formless-blob replied to your post: Ineffable Holiday Day 8 - Holiday Shopping

omg this is so cute ��

thank you!

[yuujislaugh]

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