#blob boy

[artsekey]

working on an updated portrait for Casimir!

[daily-portgas-d-ace]

day 65

he melted...

[yunignator]

I got markers!!!! (ignore how the cat looks like a blob pls)

[wolfoftonight]

Artfight attack for @artsekey (from last year whoops). Blob boy is precious. Love him.

[artsekey]

IT'S MY BOY!!!! Thank you so much for this beautiful painting; I hope to commission you again in the future!

Casimir | @artsekey

[lazylittledragon]

Would Kit have been planned in the skate AU or would he still be a 'happy accident' XD

i think he's always in the realm of "pleasant surprise" akfdhdf

[c-kiddo]

i bet cad falls asleep during tmn group conversations and theyre all just like . oh. ok. hold him so she doesnt fall on the ground. also i think that instead of the rly straight yass but kind of lifeless hair in his level 20 art it should be big frizzy 70s hippie hair instead 🙂‍↕️

[robinsleeping]

Never getting over how Damian is drawn

[chudkeyway]

im not good at this

[phantomwithbreakfast]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 ⊹₊⟡⋆

Under the cut line TW: the smallest Graphic Content (gore) ever. Don’t read if you’re sensitive.

Danny was stuck in the Ghost Zone.

It wasn’t like before—no easy way out, no portal waiting to whisk him back home. He had searched, flown in circles, screamed until his throat was raw. But the Ghost Zone was endless, a labyrinth of nothing, stretching in every direction. His stomach twisted in on itself, empty, aching. He hadn’t eaten in… how long? Hours? Days?

Time blurred here.

His body still needed food. But there was none.

Then he saw it.

A small, harmless blob ghost, drifting lazily, oblivious. It pulsed faintly, glowing soft green, bobbing through the air like it had no cares in the world. Danny stared at it.

He had fought ghosts. Defeated them. But never—

The hunger gnawed deeper, and his hands moved before his mind could catch up.

Fingers curled around the tiny ghost, gripping tight. It let out a feeble, warbled noise, squirming, confused. It wasn’t even fighting back—just wriggling in his grasp, trusting.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out.

He opened his mouth and bit down.

A sharp, piercing wail tore through the air—then silence. The juicy ghost dissolved on his tongue, seeping into him, fizzing like static, cold and electric, shocking through every nerve, but it filled the emptiness inside him, settled the gnawing pain in his stomach.

The hunger faded.

Danny staggered, his hands, his lips, his chin—slick with green ectoplasm. The taste lingered, sharp like lemonade, tinged with something citrusy—

Lime? Orange? He swallowed again, forcing it down.

It wasn’t bad.

It wasn’t bad.

His stomach was full now.

But something felt wrong about it. Like he’d crossed a line he could never uncross.

He never wanted to do that again.

But deep down, something whispered.

You will.

⟢ the instinct kicked in. Poor Danny. Poor blob ghost.

⟢ I came up with this tiny phic idea because of my art piece lol.

[artsekey]

Had a funny thought; Cas is a teenage human, but a very leetle eldritch god. When he gets downed in combat, he reverts to just a lil’ guy. Blob hours.

[yo-yo-yoshiko]

Shouma!! Aw, hey fella!!!

some closeups on these ones eeheh^^

[luckylectio]

The Shadow

[is-not-a-bell]

Ghost blobs lead someone to Danny

(There is a part 2 now)

Batman froze at the floating blob, nearly the same color of lauzus waters and glowed even brighter. It seemed to notice him and ziped over to him at an alarming speed. Batman tensed ready to strike. But the thing just hovered in front of him and humming? It sounded desperate and worried, despite sound completely inhuman. His lack of response on seemed to increase the noise it made now make odd movements in one direction.

Before he could blink suddenly he was swarmed with the things. Some started pushing at his back and face. Others grabbed at his cape and tried tugging him forward. All of them humming the same desperate tune. Against his better judgement, a feeling in his chest told him to follow. "Alright" He whispered to the odd blobs. "Lead the way." Several bolted away as he chased behind them. A few stayed with him flying next to him or tucked into his cape.

He followed them over buildings until they reached a warehouse district. He was lead to an area designated for demolition. Finally the blobs float to the ground stoping at a warehouse with a door left ajar.

When Batman pushed the doors open he saw nothing, he stood still for a moment. He nearly thought it was a trap. Before the familiar gentle push urged him on. The ones leading him before flew behind a pile of trash and just barely he could see a faint glow behind it.

When Batman walked behind the trash pile, he froze. A dozen more blobs were there all crowding around a dimly glowing child. The white haired child was curled up and seemed to be bleeding lauzrus green. Batman rushed over and grabbed the child's wrist to feel for a pulse. His heart lurched when he found one, and it lurched again when the boy moved. He whimpered and weakly tried pulling away.

He sprang into action and pulled the boy to himself. He grabbed his bandages and gently uncurled the boy to see his wounds. He froze again at the Y-shaped cut on his chest and the countless other cuts left on him. "Please- please stop." Batman snapped back to when the boy spoke. "It's alright, you're safe now." He said softly, he wrapped the boy up as best he could. "What's your name?" He asked as he gently picked the boy up.

The boy was humming like the blobs he realized, it was far weaker like a buzzing in his hands. "Danny" The boy replied, Batman nearly didn't hear him. "I'll keep you safe Danny, I promise." At that Danny seemed to relax and melt into him. Batman called the Batmobile.

The blobs followed them outside a few seemed to fly away before coming back. Like they were patrolling the area. Others were comforting Danny, rubbing up against him or humming a different sound possibly to reassure him. "What are they?" Batman asks, hoping to get some information before the boy could pass out. "Blob ghosts." He muttered.

"Ghosts?"

"It's what I am, but I'm really bad at it" Danny mumbled the last part to himself but Batman caught it. A ghost entity? It would explain the lack of a pulse and even the wounds. A ghost haunted with his own autoposy scars. Before he could ask more the bat mobile stopped in front of them.

Batman hopped inside and gently place Danny in the passenger seat, buckling him in. The blob ghosts followed tucking into the back in a quick flurry. And like that Batman set off. He called Alfred. "Alfred, prepare the medbay. I have a severely injured unknown."

"Right away"

Batman barely managed to keep the boy awake all the way to the Batcave. Batman tries to ignore Alfred's shocked face as he sees Danny and the swarm of blob ghosts that follow them. "You didn't say they were this unknown."

"Danny says that they are 'blob ghosts' and claims he is a ghost as well. But that he is bad at it some how." Batman explained as they rushed to the medbay. When Batman set the boy down a white ring of light appeared around the boy it split and passed over him. They were left with a very human looking boy who was now bleeding red, mixing in with the green.

He and Alfred shared a look of shock. Before having to push the feeling away to help the boy.

[bonecarversbestie]

When reading flying scenes in acotar I always wondered…what do the bat boys do with their hands if not carrying someone? Do they keep them at their sides? Do they let them dangle? I’ve offered my suggestions below.

[whistlingstarlight]