#THE BLOB IS SO BLOBY

[brbgonnacryinacorner]

oh you watched strange world??? it is. interesting i adore the blob anyway

YES IT IS GOOD IT IS VERY GOOD

THE GENERATIONAL TRUAMA

THE WORLDBUILDING

SO GOOD SO VERY GOOD

[the-kr8tor]

we need a Blob and Hobie alliance for like one thing they're tryna get from R, similar to Crowley and Hobie Of course this alliance is going to last from a few minutes to an hour or two depending on how stubborn R is, I feel like... After the tea has been spilled however they're going right back to bickering... "I made em spill, actually. you were just backup" (Angry bhbhbhhbhbhb noises) "shut up thats not true"

Yay Blob request! Thank you, angel ❤️

Paring: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, Blob the symbiote cat AU, cat symbiote AU, CW description of illness. FLUFF

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“You're sick, love.” Hobie says whilst he leans on the doorway of your makeshift office, aka your dark room that has your ac blasting and your humidifier blowing right across your sweaty, puckered face. “Rest, you can finish that tomorrow.”

“‘m not sick.” You declare, clearly sick, nose congested, sneeze rising up to your throat. “I have to finish this today so I have a free day tomorrow—!” A loud sneeze interrupts your sentence. The noise finally awakens the beast on your lap. Your typing hand briefly brushes along Blob's slime-like body, black tendrils wrapping along your wrist as if he's trying to keep your hand in place. But alas, you have work to do. “Sorry, Blobie, pet later okay?”

The alien snaps his big milky eyes wide open, disgruntled is an understatement, he expects to be coddled the second he wakes up. He meows, agitated, a deep roar that doesn't even faze you.

“In a minute, Blob.” Blob, you haven't called him that since he tried to bite a chuck off of Hobie's guitar. Speaking of said man, he saunters inside, eyebrows furrowed. Blob would open his maw at the close proximity of Hobie, but the alien has been around you two long enough to notice what's happening. Blob's big eyes flick between your sickly form to Hobie's concerned ones.

“At least drink some meds.” The foil packaging crinkles as he places it next to your laptop. A second later a cup of water that has you looking up at him through the thick fog of fever. “Drink—”

“I'm not sick.” You stubbornly huff.

Hobie sighs, palm reaching down to your clammy forehead. Within a second, your fever seeps through his skin, searing heat making him flinch away and has him more worried. “Love, drink, please.”

Blob, ever the sweetheart (just for you) leaps up to your keyboard, blank eyes staring at you intensely. He opens his mouth, jagged rows of teeth showing, long snake-like tongue flicking from side to side.

“Are you threatening to eat me, Blob?” You sniff, glaring at the blobby alien in front of you. “I'm working right now, so can you two please give me some space?” Your tone isn't even angry nor convincing. Yet, the two rivals move away from your feverish form.

Blob shuts his large mouth, hopping away, looking back once before following Hobie outside. Hobie keeps a close eye on you through the open door while he grows wary of the alien that is conveniently near biting distance from his ankles.

Leaning on the back of the settee, arms folded over his chest, Hobie thinks of a way to get you to finally rest. Or at least take some medicine. To his surprise, Blob hops right next to him. He sits all prim and proper on the back of the couch, white eyes narrowed at your hunched form.

Hobie nods once at the so-called cat, “you got any ideas?”

Blob doesn't hiss, or even scowl at him. Instead, he meows lowly, still vastly different from a regular cat's tone but close to it.

“You've got an idea then?”

Blob's black gooey tendrils inch closer to Hobie, to which he flinches away. “No, never in a million fuckin' years. Get a better idea, you parasite.”

Blob chirps, a sound that Hobie has never heard the alien make. He thinks you've never heard of it too. He blinks, smirking. “Can you do that again?”

With a Cheshire cat smile, Blob looks at Hobie mischievously.

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You have no idea how you got into bed with the covers properly tucked around you. A minute ago you were cooing at the chirping Blob, his eyes were so cute that you forgot that he can wrap you around his tendrils. With your vision filled with nothing but black gooey skin, you blink and suddenly you're in bed with a thermometer in your mouth.

Hobie checks your temperature whilst you wrap your mind around at what happened. Blob is on your chest, guarding over you as if you can move under the thick blankets.

“38.5.” Hobie winces. Eyes full of worry, Blob sports the same look, he lays down on top of you, blinking slowly, tails tucked under him.

You frown, feeling the heat under your eyes, “I'm sick.” Finally admitting your illness.

“I know you are, love.” Hobie brings his palm over your cheek, his cool skin grants you reprieve from the fever clawing at your body. You lean into his touch, nodding as he gives you your medicine. “Sleep, we'll be 'ere when you wake up.”

As you drift off to sleep, head laying on Hobie's thigh while he soothingly rubs your head, Blob purrs on top of you, tongue peeking between his sharp teeth. His eyes says it all, “no thank you?”

“You were a good distraction,” Hobie whispers.

Blob stands up, eyes narrowed into slits, huffing and puffing angrily.

“Fine, thank you.” Hobie scoffs the words out. Blob makes biscuits on top of the thick blanket, nails purposely digging into the cloth, stitches coming undone. “C’mon, that's my favourite, you fuckin' gremlin.”

[basilf1res]

DP x DC “Why do these look like jello?”

Just a little idea I had, the prompt I created for this post was:

Jason Todd experiences a bit of ghost hunger. Once these ghosts start showing up, so do the blobs. They come in different shapes and colors, the most common blob being the electric green ones.

So why are these little green blob ghosts starting to become more and more appetizing to Jason?

(Personally I hc blob ghosts are like a quick way to consume ectoplasm, they’re also another way ghosts are formed, if a blob is around when someone dies then the person imprints and develops from the blob. Blob ghosts are meant to help form and feed ghosts, they don’t really have much of a personality, only the desire to help a ghost out.)

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It had been three days since Tim had been able to capture and contain one of the green bloby ghost thingys, and Jason was set to watch it for a few hours. The birds and bats observed that it had the most reaction around him, the next being Damian and Cass.

He didn’t know how to feel about these things. They first showed up after tin can - who had more than enough guns in his suit to make Jason jealous - completely wreaked an apartment complex in Crime Alley.

Ignoring how the Terminator-wannabe screeched about hanging his pelt on the wall.

Currently, Jason was sitting in a chair, looking at a tinted green glass box that contained the best smelling thing in the whole wide world. It was green, glowing, and had the appearance of jello.

He forcefully kept his helmet on, trying to block out that - delightful, delicious, ambrosial - thick and sour smell. Jason pushed his chair back, noticing he was creeping forward, almost looming over the box.

The blob thing had two black dots for eyes, a glowing green bloby body, and was pressed up against the glass wall closest to him.

He sighed, only a few more minutes and his ghost watching shift would be over. The rest of the family would be coming down to see the test results and conclusions Tim came to.

Stretching, he took off his helmet.

He needed to breathe.

Jason took in a big breath air, an aroma of something good filling his nose, making him feel all gooey inside as he did so. Staring at the blob, his mouth started to salivate the longer he held eye contact with it.

His stomach was empty.

The pit was silent, almost with what felt like anticipation. He wondered if the blob ghost would have a texture more like a chocolate-filled doughnut or the time he emptied a jello cup and shoved the whole sugary treat in his mouth.

He hummed, the thing wasn’t much bigger than his palm, fitting snugly in the center of his hand.

When had he opened the glass box?

Jason lifted the blob ghost up to his eye level, the ambrosial scent wafting through the air. He thought he heard the elevator doors open, but it didn’t matter at the moment.

All reasonable thoughts vanished and he popped the green orb of delight into his mouth and swallowed it whole. Jason absentmindedly thought it was like sorbet but made his insides feel warm and tingly as he began to hear the rapid footsteps to his right.

He purred in pleasure, leaning back in the chair. Jason glanced at the group that was now surrounding him, someone had gripped his shoulders and was talking fast paced. There was a light panicked tone before whoever- Dick, it was Dick - trailed off, wide eyes meeting his dazed ones.

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When Bruce, Cass, Damian, Dick, Steph, Duke, and Tim stepped out of the elevator, they didn’t expect the scene they were greeted with:

Jason had the blob ghost in his hand, his head was slightly turned to the left - enough that they couldn’t see his eyes.

All conversation stopped, Damian couldn’t even bite out a witty remark before their brother tipped his head back and tossed the ball of ectoplasm into his mouth.

That’s when the shouting started, Dick took off and skidded in front of Jason and put his hands on his shoulders. The rest not far behind.

“Jay? Jason!?” The eldest shook him a bit. “Can you hear me? Are you ohh…kay..?”

Dick trailed off, baby blue eyes meeting toxic green ones. A soft inhuman rumbling of satisfaction started coming from his brother’s chest.

“…what…” was the only thing Tim managed to say before Jason blinked a few times, the purring cut off and crystal blue eyes that they knew returned.

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Jason was looking at Dick’s concerned gaze, he blinked.

“Uhm…”

Memories rushed back, like someone had opened a floodgate. He jerked and fell off the chair, Bruce catching him as he started to gag and cough.

He- did he really eat that thing?

The pit was silent.

Jason wheezed, dry heaving for a few seconds. Nothing came back up.

What the fuck??

Dick scooped him up, his arms wrapping around him, Jason buried his face into his brother’s neck. He remembered how amazing the blob smelt like, how light it was, how his mind turned to a gooey mess, the feeling of it sliding down his throat, how the rage receded and the pit fled his mind, how the toxic waters were vanquished and his thoughts no longer muddled.

To say he was disgusted by his own actions was an understatement. He wanted to find a nice dark and lonely hole to roll into and never crawl out of.

Jason hated the silence.

He felt more bodies press up against him, the safety of their arms, how he wanted nothing but to return the favor by keeping them safe.

Words of comfort were constantly murmured in his ears.

It would be okay.

They’ll figure this out.

We’ll always be here.

The pit was gone.

A core was formed.

His stomach was full.

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If anyone wants to expand on this (or any of my prompts really), please tag me! I live for prompts being used and creatively twisted into something light and fluffy or cold and angsty.

This took a little bit to write, it’s also a filler as I kickstart “Project GH05T” since so many of you liked it- like really, it fills me with so much joy to know that y’all enjoy my posts and want to see some more.

I won’t be doing much more for this one specifically, but think of it more like a prologue to a fic, where Jason grows a core and basically goes through half of season one of DP before Danny himself shows up like: wtf?? Who are you???

And Jason proceeds to adopt a ghost kid on the run.

Anyways, I’m a mess because of school and I have to cook dinner tonight (it’s my turn :D).

See y’all with an official addition to “Project GH05T”

[artsy-book]

Generation Loss: The Mastermind Of The Warehouse

IT'S HERE!! I'VE GOT THEM HERE!! I love how this turned out so much!! I really love making these backgrounds so much and i cannot wait to get started on the last one cause I have such a vivid vision for what I want, but that's for another post ^-^ anyway, more versions under the cutu and rambling about my thought process

OKAY OKAY RAMBLING TIME EVERYBODY!!!!

ok, gonna start off by saying that I largelgy ignored my notes that I took purely because i would not have the canvas space for everything that i wanted to include in the drawing. in my notes for this genloss part, i had wrote down old tv, game master guy, surgery, people carosel, candy room, lazer and diamond, closet, toys, and camera and eyes. so lots of the stuff i noted didnt make the cut, but i knew i HAD to have the people carosel , because one of the main things that i think of when thinking about this part is all the different people that were in it. i also took this as a way to include all the other people in the art without it feeling too busy. i also wanted to put the tv in the middle because it would be a good way to incorpurate the showfall media logo and i didn't want the the center carosel showing. so when i was done that part, i realized that i didn't have the space to really include the rest of my notes, so i decided to fill up some of the space with some bloby like shapes to be blood with the idea that they would transition into slime. after drawing the blobs, i checked my notes and decides that i could fill up the rest of the space with some eyes to symbolize the viewers genloss. and after that i had the idea to make the screen to go with the eyes and to go with the filtered view that genloss has. since i didn't make note of the live viewer count when watching it live, i used the number of views that the vod has on youtube. oh and the reason that the eyes are purple is because twitch is purple and purple as a colour just looks good with both red and green ^-^

anyway! check out @ranboolivesaysstuff and check out generation loss!!!

[eulchu]

Hello Ro! Have missed seeing you on the dash, but I’m so glad to hear your break is going well and you’ve found a space to chill and have fun! That is the most important thing <3

- Blob anon <3

blobie love u miss u 🫶🩷

[yeeters-muse-archive]

"Hm... hm... hm..." lucoa knock on Elma"s door. "Hey Elma I bring some sweets."

Elma, the kind blob of a dragon lady was just laying on the couch, her massive gut resting on the floor, and watching a movie marathon on TV. Once she heard a knock on the door, she thought it was the food delivery guy, so she just replied like normal to just cone in and leave it on the kitchen counter. But, once she heard the voice of her large-busted friend, she quickly scampered to her feet and waddled as quickly as she possibly could to the door and open it.

“L-Lucoa,” She exclaimed while panting. “I didn’t know it was you! I’m sorry for saying that! Please, please! Come in!”

The bloby dragon then turned around in the narrow hallway that linked her apartment to the balcony hallway and went back into the living room.

[teddy06writes]

Get Away With It

Requested by this anon: “Okay I don’t know if you do this, but please give me some Blob!Dream love. Like the reader is the caretaker for Blob!Dream and that little boi has reader wrapped around his little finger. Dream straight up blew up a nation? One pouty look from him and reader forgives him.”

Platonic!Blob!dream x caretaker!reader {This is probably the only time I’ll write blob dream just as an fyi}

trigger warnings: some swears

premise: kinda just the ask, you confront dream after he and techno blow up L’manburg at doomsday, but you’d never be mad at him long

(y/n/n) your nickname

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“I think our work here is done.” Technoblade said, crossing his arms as he surveyed what was left of L’manburg. 

Dream laughed, peering down at the exposed bedrock, “More than done, I’d say.” 

From within the wreckage, Tommy looked up at the blob man, “You’ll pay for this!” 

“Will I?” The blob chuckled maliciously. 

As he and Techno started away, Tubbo had to pull Tommy back from chasing them, “Don’t worry, (y/n) will never let him get away with it.”  

Quackity nodded, “They’d never let him see the light of day again.”

~~ You paced back and forth across the floor of your home. 

It had been nearly two hours since you’d heard the news about L’manburg, but your com tablet was still silent, no one replying to any of the messages you sent. 

Looking back out one window you could see that the smoke that had drifted into the sky as L’manburg blew up was beginning to fade, but it looked as if it would remain cloudy for the rest of the day. 

Biting your lip you still struggled to believe that Dream would ever do such a thing, and if he had, what you would do when he returned. 

“I have to lock him up,” You muttered, “Lock him up so he can’t hurt anyone or anything else.” 

You looked around your home again, moving to a chest and beginning to dig around for iron, “I’ll just make something that can hold him until Sam can get here, then he can take him away.” 

Just the thought of it hurt your heart, you didn’t want to see Dream locked away, he’d been in your care since he was a child, he was practically your son. 

Still, you knew you had to do what was right. 

It was sometime later when you finally saw Dream hopping up the path, his normal white bloby self smudged and streaked with dirt and blood. 

“(y/n)?” He called, “(y/n) where are you?” 

Slowly, you drew your axe, stepping out of the cottage, “Dream.” 

“(y/n)! I missed you!” He chirped. 

“Don’t fucking act like nothings happened.” You hissed. 

The wide smile dropped off his face, “So you know about L’manburg.” 

“Of course I bloody know, everyone was talking about it on the coms.” 

He hopped closer to you, “Well don’t worry about it (y/n/n), they all had it coming. And we live way out here anyway, so it won’t affect us!” 

You took a deep breath, adjusting your grip on your axe, “Dream I need you to come with me.” 

“Where are we going?” He asked innocently as you walked toward the house. 

“Somewhere safe-” You turned to him just inside the door, quickly shoving the small blob into the cage you had made, “-for everyone else.” 

Dream looked around at the iron bars, confused, “(y/n/n)? Wh- what are you doing?” 

“Messaging Sam so he can put you in the prison.” You muttered, tapping at your com tablet. 

A moment later you heard sniffling, and you turned to see him, teary eyed and distressed, and then suddenly it was like when you had found him all over again. Just a small child, lost in the woods with no one in the world. 

“(y-(y- (Y/n) I don’t wanna go to the prison, I wanna stay here, with you!” He pouted. 

That activated all the instincts of that night in the woods, and without even thinking you moved forward, opening the cage again and allowing him to crawl into your arms. 

His fake tears soaked your shoulder as you repeated, “Oh I’m sorry Dream, I’m sorry.” Over and over again. 

“Don’t send me away.” He repeated one more time for good measure.

“Oh I won’t! I would never! Oh Dream that was so wrong of me!” You exclaimed, holding him tighter. 

Dream grinned into your shoulder, he could always get away with it. 

[tatsumi-harem-chronicles]

thinking about magical girl au more, the tragedy really is that corruption can only be cleansed through a contract huh like even if a demon were to take down a monstrosity by themself, without a contract, they wouldnt be cleansed anyway

maybe it has something to do w the magical girl's pows? bc i was thinking that mgs had to b ppl w "something" that made them diff, like a diff form of magic not like the demons, and that when they make a contract it allows the mgs to finally tap into it properly, but since its new and foreign to them (they havn't grown a muscle memory to using due to never having to) the dmeons are there to serve as conductors for their powers. ergo, the weapons

oooo

their pows might be an anti-thesis to demon magic actally, which would explain why their presence allows corruption (the worst/most extreme/highly concentrated form of demonic magic) to be cleansed

[1]like if demons attract negative energy when they use their powers magical girls attract positive energy and the combination zeros out?

mayb defeating monstrosities releases an unknown something that triggers the clarification part of mg magic

:bonk:

[1]ye maybs

[2]that could also b why mg-demon compatibility is so important cus if the demon and mg don't attract the same amount of energy it could cause an overflow of either corruption of whatever the positive energy will b called

perhaps thats how contracts used to work, with the magic of magical girls balancing out that of demons’, thereby completely nullifying the natural accumulation of corruption that demons usually experience; but with keito’s changes to how contracts function, resulting in witches, perhaps pure witches are stronger than monstrosities because they have the magic of both a magical girl and a demon :blob: something something their magics can balance each other out, but they should never be mixed

[2][3]though this does raise a good question :bonk: its harder to cause an overflow of positive energy since contracts no longer nullify a demon’s natural accumulation of corruption, but if a magical girl managed to tap into their natural well of magic, what would be the result of a magical girl overusing that magic ?

[3]hmmm good question

[3]omg wait what if there's a polarization to witches? like a monstered form of a mg? like something called a divinity? or spirit? a fairy???

angel lol

alnfkldsnlfnadsfadsnfas what happens to angels tho they seem like the peak of "should not exist" OMG WAIT ABT TO TANGENT

if an accumulation of corrupted energy turns demons into bloby monsters then an excess of positive energy could break a mg's sense of worldly position?

concept: angels are beings of pure good luck (essentially) and are never meant to exist in nature as nature does everything to prevent their existence (such as sealing away mgs nat pows n shit) but when they do exist they are extremely fragile and die very easily, either when attacked or naturally within a few minutes. however the death of an angel causes "blessings" ie miracles like putting out wildfires, making salted earth fertile, replenishing water banks, etc. so there are a collection of ppl who want to summon and kill angels in order to "save the world" (enter: gatekeeper (my beloathed (mortal enemy)))

madara……

LANKLFNDSKNFKASDNKFNASDNFONASDLF????????????????????/ lmao wait how does madara feel abt the chiakana witch

i Know he cries himself to sleep every mf night

[4]like at first it starts small, like a tiny flickering light occasionally at the corner of view or swirling colors when they stand up too fast. but then it grows, seeing colors layered on top of each other when they should've been solid. seeing distinctly the difference between every grain of wood and particle of dust, looking into a light and becoming transfixed, unable to look away. no one knows for sure what it's like to experience an overflow of positive energy as all the mgs that have can only describe their experiences in incomprehensible ways. they may use words within the human language but they will trail off on their sentences, have gaps in their words that seem to have some unspoken (unhearable) words between them, or, most commonly, they'll trail off in screams. they see too much, understand too much, slowly the way they experience the world around them mutates as they can no longer see "the world" but are forced to bear witness to the universe in it's entirety, constantly. it drives them to insanity.

tears up the grass over their empty graves about how it shouldve been him [4] :insanity: [4]my proposed effect of positive energy overflow

neat. what if we angel'd aira

NO DEAR GOD

or like, almost angel him but hiiro pulls him back in the last min oh oh what if there's a moment when both hiiro's demonic energy and aira's mg magic are overflowing and they're abt to like, explode or something so they just lean in and fuse into somthing in the great beyond (ie idk they turn into a god or celestial body or something lol) (end series)

[5]i got it from breaking down the powers of a witch, with the corrupted energy giving them the ability to bring things to ruin and attack with corrupted power, then the positive energy will give the witch the ability to understand the functioning of the universe, the infinite worlds that can be contained within it, and thus allows them the ability to create their own pocket trauma world

POCKET TRAUMA WORLD?!

i thought the witches had like their own spaces behind portals in pmm

OHH LABYRINTHS

their trauma dimensions yes

SHWIDBDF

[5]omg wait then what if angels don't really "die" instead they just blip out of that layer of reality and the "miracles" left behind are just from their pocket diimentions kinda sitting on top of certian spots and having their powers leak out even tho they aren't accessibly/visible/physical and when those miracles "end" its just bc the pocket dimensions have floated too far away from their layer of reality to have an affect on the area anymore? boom now we have potential for "rescue the angels" arc or someth omg maybs that what mam's doin

[monchursouls]

*Plays ukelele so loud it liquifies your skeleton* become blob monch join me and we can cause bloby mayhem

Hell yeah blobby bros

[bootnotfurby]

Oddbody October #30 & #31!!

I couldn’t pick a favorite, so I drew some of the cool & funny ones I could remember!

Also, I introduce...Blobies! They’re just. blobs of love & affection. 

Tax Evasion’s owner is @furbyfurbyyy, Hodgepodge and Pheoborb’s owner is @plushieshrine, and Orby’s owner is @kidcore-cryptid! If anyone knows the owner of the Tall Pants please tell me so that I can properly tag them! Pants’ owner is @gentlycursed!

[the-kr8tor]

May I request something for fluff Friday?

Because it’s December! And it’s cold I was thinking maybe the reader teaching Hobie how to crochet? because I crochet and I think it would be cute if reader and Hobie made scarfs, gloves and beanies for the winter!

AHHHHHHH S'CUTE!! Thank you both for requesting. I hope you two don't mind me combining them since they're both similar. Have a happy holiday, lovelies!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, they have an army of cats and a symbiote cat. Symbiote cat au, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF

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“And then you loop it around, and tada! You've made yourself a tiny scarf!” You let Hobie's hands go from when you were guiding his long fingers to finish his bright red and black scarf. He already laments the absence of your touch. “One down twenty more to go.”

Hobie turns to his side to face you fully, your smile blinds him for a second, he doesn't blame himself for what he does next.

“Thank you, lovie” he cups your face with urgency before the army of cats, especially the little devil spawn, gets wind of your little alone time in your shared bedroom. Peppering your face with hundreds of kisses, he makes sure no space of your skin is left unkissed.

Your giggles must've awoken the beasts because you hear soft mewls behind the door. The meowing turns into screaming then into panicked scratching.

“I think they've figured us out” you say in between laughs, good thing you're holding his shoulders or else you would've fallen off the bed from his barrage of wet kisses.

“They can't keep us apart!” Hobie's kisses hasten as you hear something slither under the door.

A black blob appears like a puddle, that puddle slowly solidifies into the most horrific thing ever: a cat. An alien cat that is unfathomably jealous of Hobie right now.

Symbiote cat or you so lovingly named, Blob, short for Blobius Cornelius Blobirington, who is currently hissing his way towards your intertwined forms. The village of cats outside continue to try and screech their way inside the bedroom.

“Bloby, no!” You yell frantically as the alien cat unhinges his jaw to open his maw, white pointy pearly whites greet Hobie as you try to stop Blob from eating your boyfriend.

Hobie puts himself in between you and the symbiote, “Try it! Let's see if you can even digest me”

“Hobie, don't rile him up! Here, baby!” You toss a ball of yarn as a last resort, which thankfully catches the alien’s attention.

Blobius Cornelius Blobirington follows the ball of yarn, the black spikes on his back smoothes out as he plays with the yarn.

“He started it.” Hobie narrows his eyes at the creature. Blob hisses back a response, baring all his teeth.

“Let's all calm down, please?” With your sweet words, both parties visibly calm down. Hobie relaxes his shoulders, while Blob returns to his ball of yarn. “We're all good?” You pause, eyes flitting from Hobie to the little symbiote who keeps an eye open for any more face attacking from Hobie. “Good, cat's out of the bag, I'm gonna open the door and show them their gift”

“We’re not done yet with the scarves though?”

“Oh, we'll continue that, maybe tonight?” You lower your voice, “okay?” Quickly smooching Hobie’s lips, he agrees with a knowing nod.

“Alright, but I'm putting down a door sealing strip so he doesn't interrupt”

You laugh, giving him one last kiss on his forehead as you stand up to collect the cats’ humongous gift. Hobie tries to grab your hand but Blob sees through his plans, he abandons the toy to stretch himself towards the bed, taking your spot with a large Cheshire grin.

“You little shit”

“I've got it!” their staring contest gets interrupted by your excited voice. “Can you open the door for me please?” Your sentence is muffled by the large knitted fabric in your hands.

Hobie opens the door with his web shooters and out goes a tsunami of cats, a blur of orange, black, brown and white furs stumble through the open door. Hobie jumps up from the bed, scooping an armful of cats in his arms. Meows of varying degrees of tone echoes out in the room while Blob sits comfortably and unbothered on your bed.

“Hello, yes, I know, sorry!” you weave through the crowd gathering at your feet. “Are you all ready for your present?”

Unfurling the fabric, you drape it on the floor while cats gather around it to either catch it mid air or to lay on the floor to let it flop on top of them. The cats play on the blanket, some avoid it, still apprehensive.

The colourful flower pattern catches Hobie's eye, he whistles out. “Bloody ‘ell, love. Did you make this on your own?”

“Yep! Took me half a year to finish. Do you like it?”

“It's fuckin' gorgeous! C’mere” Hobie raises his arms and out pours the cats who quickly land on their feet.

You carefully make your way towards him. You embrace him, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug. It's all part of your plan though, with one quick movement, you put the beanie on top of his head, he makes a sound from the back of his throat in surprise. With how speedy you put it on him, the beanie covered his eyes too.

“Whoops!” You laugh, carefully unfolding the hat to uncover his eyes. “There you are” beaming at him, you cup his jaw to lovingly rub at his growing stubble. “Now your head won't get cold on patrols. Does it fit okay?”

“Like a glove” he's all heart eyes, his hands staying on your waist. “Thank you”

“You're welcome,” you place a quick affectionate kiss on the corner of his lips “There's more by the way”

“Snogging or presents? ‘m good with either”

“Both” you say against his lips, before you meet though, you hear Blob hissing while climbing up Hobie's leg.

“Fuck! How?!” He yelps, thinking his spider senses have gone haywire under all the sickenly sweet fog of your kiss.

“Perfect, I've got something for you too!” taking the tiny beanie from your pajama pocket, you place it on the symbiote’s head, avoiding his sharp teeth. “Cute! Now you're matching!”

You take a step back to admire them both in their matching beanies. Grinning happily at your handiwork. Hobie glares at Blob who's still climbing up his leg with a sneer.

[vetor2064]

Finally finished her design and refference sheet of her. Here are to all the people that helped me vote for what color she should be https://www.deviantart.com/kimiboo11 https://www.deviantart.com/abbadrawsalot https://www.deviantart.com/mastercreepydashxd https://www.deviantart.com/clemwerewolf780 Here's here reff sheet. ( let me know if I made any mistakes so I can fix it. Criticism is also welcome ^^ ) Name : Ruby Gender : Unknown ( Presumed female by others and Mrs. Martin ) Age : Mid to late teens Human ethnicity : None Creature type : Blob monster Appearance : Orange, upper body looks more human, lower body looks more bloby and slimy Abilities : Able to digest humans, animals, and certain plants. Bring dead plants back to life, increase in size after digesting large amounts of substances, fit through small spaces, able to take any shape Weaknesses : heavy objects such as stone, wood, metal, or any large heavy object makes her slow down, Cold temperatures Origins : After Mrs. Martin accidentally spilled plant food into a pot full of chemicals and other plant substances. An slimy orange substance crawled out and made eye to eye with her. Instead of the creature decided to attack her, the blob saw her as a master. Mrs. Martin was amazed at a new creation she had made, she decided to adopt the slime ball and name her Ruby. As she was shiny like a ruby. Years passed and Ruby had grown around the regular height and look of a human female, but her lower half was still bloby. She was the garden assistant for Mrs Martin. After Mrs. Martin had disappeared from a walk in the woods to find more plants to study, Ruby went out looking for her master. As weeks passed, she was unsuccessful with her search, and lost her way back home. She was found by a few teenagers that were hunting. One of them a vampire, a dragon under human's skin, and man with snakes in his hair. She asked if they had seen her master, but they had no idea who or where she was. Since Ruby was a monster like them, they decided to let her live with them in the abandon boarding school castle. To this day, Ruby helps out with farming and food related work. She still wonders where her Master could be, and if she will ever find her.

[until-things-get-better]

i miss darby, too. i was reading older posts on this blog and i still feel just awful with what happened,,, blob really, even if unintentionally, manipulated me and made me doubt everything going on in my life. they made me hate you and think you were out to get me and think that i was just getting abused again,,,, i miss you every day and it feels like my history of getting abused means that i will never have a normal friendship or relationship again,,,,,,,,,, i wish so badly that i could go back in time and fix things, i hate what happened, i hate that i was so open about the things bloby was making me believe about you. i hate this scared wall i have up all around my body because of everything that happened. i just want to share my music with you again and be cool, i hate so much how i acted. i hate feeling like you'll never be in my life again,,,, i hate that it all impacts the way i interact with people, i don't talk to anybody cause im scared someone will manipulate me and ill explode at everybody again////// ii hate how i listen to a new song and want to show you and want to hug you and talk to you about choole and that it all feels like it was a million years ago. that i was a scared and lost person and found you and i just stopped feeling alone. ii miss casting every night for you and trying to help you in every way i could. i hate this outcome that the whole blob thing trapped me in,,. i just want to fix things but im never going to understand how. im never going to know what to say to make things right. i miss you so much.

[ruigomesdigitalarts]

Reflection - Because Charlotte told me to do it.

Digital Drawing was one of the worst bits of this project so far, having to create a blob, mate! I had to create a blob, how would I come up with a blob! With the help of Josh we came up with a cute lil blob that will be fulfilling my needs. I chose the most blobiest colour I could find, I went green & red. I used my own photography to create the levels (the background is just pictures around college, with the elements around me I tried to create a ground level. I used the the dafont.com to search for a blobi font, and so I found one, of course I used the type tool on photoshop. Doing this “project” so far I realised that there is colour schemes and ways of portraying an image that work, and some others don’t. 

[eulchu]

Happy birthday ro!! 🥳 Always lovely seeing you on the dash 💕

- Blob anon

my beautiful blobie Thank You So Much

[yng-slezz]

Blah blah blah blah blob bloby blah blah...

You A Fuckn Racscist and you know it.

Sooo...thats what you assume and I might be very much racial...however ID never tell you that. Because we are all people and every PERSON on the face of this Earth( that we call Mother) is flawed by Nature ( thank you God for that) so a a human/person there are certain reliabilities that connects one man to another...JOY

Shot out to Teddy Motha-FuckN P.

Live.laugh.love