#blob writes

[wajjs]

"Shit," Guy shakes, his hands slipping on the warm blood spilling from Hal's wound high up on his left thigh. "Shit, Jordo, this is—"

Hal laughs, though he's looking paler by the second, and winces as he lays back down on the dirt ground of the cave. "Bad day to... have no rings..."

"Shit, fuck, Hal," Guy's getting desperate. Clumsily, with fingers stained red and sticky with dried blood, he unbuckles Hal’s own belt and then wraps that up as tight as possible roughly an inch above the cut. He looks back at the other’s face as soon as he's done. He feels his heart stop for a second. "Jordan! Wake up!"

"Mmmawake," he mumbles, lifting a hand to flop it all around and then letting it fall back on his stomach. "S fine."

Guy Gardner doesn't cry. He doesn't.

"It's not fine, asshole! Yer bleedin' out, the fuckin' rings aren't workin'!"

Jordan snorts. His eyelids remain closed, but the movement of his eyes is easy to track nonetheless. "So-o-rry. Meant t'say you're fine."

The sound that comes out of Guy's throat is a mockery of a laugh. The need to sob is too present in his voice for it to be even a chuckle. He looks at the ring around his middle finger, the green covered in red. But rage isn't overtaking him. He's just.

He's just desperate. Desperate to make Hal hold on. Desperate to buy them more time.

"Why," when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, "why did you do that?"

It takes Hal over a minute to reply. His breathing is starting to even out. "Cause it's you," he says as if that's the most obvious thing in the world, as if that makes sense, as if getting badly injured is worth keeping Guy safe. "It's always... you."

[gayformlessblob]

if i kept working on my raeda x howls moving castle au would anyone read it be honest

[ceilidho]

TAKE ME HOME, COUNTRY ROAD | MASTERLIST

PRICE x READER

You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description.

Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au

[ao3]

tags: Alternate Universe - Western, Non-Consensual Spanking, Mail Order Brides, Past Violence, AFAB reader - Freeform, 1800s Timeline, Marriage of Convenience, Past attempted assault, Dubious Consent, Unnegotiated punishment, Minor Violence, Minor Character Death

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20

Extras

Series moodboard

[omi-boshi]

"you gotta let me go, lovebug." kiyoomi rumbles, attempting to gently wiggle out of your baby's grasp. the lovebug in question only gurgles, happy to have her father's attention on her. it quirks a smile on kiyoomi's face. his amusement is short-lived, however, when the grip on his finger seemingly tightens in response and tightens even more when he wiggles just a tad harder.

his rising panic amuses you to no end.

at the sound of your quiet giggles, kiyoomi tears his gaze away the baby cradled in your arms to look you in the eye.

"a little help would be nice, you know?" he frowns. "our food's gonna be here any minute."

"i would love to but there's nothing i can really do when she's clinging like that, kiyo." you send him the most sympathetic smile you could muster with the laughter still bubbling up your throat. "you know how she gets."

and kiyoomi does—he really does. your daughter got it from you, after all.

[achillean-knight]

[ryllen]

two sides of the same sketchy coin

[wajjs]

"Well?" Hailey's voice sounds like a song with her barely contained laughter. Thaal's entranced by it—it makes her remember some of the songbirds mating calls down south in her planet, it makes her think that this song is just for her and her alone. "Not so in control now, are we?"

It's true, of course. There's little Sinestra can do to stop herself from squeezing her partner's buttocks. They're so plump, yet firm. So inviting. She wants to squeeze them forever.

"I can get myself out of this whenever I wish to, dear Jordan," Thaal tells her, offering a smile of her own. And then, just to prove she's not about to let a rookie order her around, she tilts her head up and closer until their lips are almost touching. Her thigh slips so easily between Hailey's legs. "I simply don't wish to."

Hal and Sinestro? Of course, obviously. Hailey and Sinestra? Mmhmmmmmmmm. That's the stuff.

[wajjs]

I keep thinking about a scenario in which Hal gets hit with a gender bending ray during a fight, and it doesn't stop him (nothing except actual death can stop him), and he doesn't think about it. It'll wear off. He'll be fine.

Until he looks at himself in the mirror and for the first time in decades he sees his mother. The curls, the length of the hair, the softness of the jawline. Those are all his mother's. He already sort of had her nose, he knows, and the shape of her eyes, but paired together with all the rest...

He holds onto the bathroom sink, the water still running, white noise that drowns out all thoughts except the bitter memory of the words he rehearsed for his last goodbye, for the goodbye he never got, for the goodbye he couldn't even whisper to a grave. He stays there unable to blink as he looks at himself, swallowing a sob that makes him feel like a child, just like how he felt when he'd run to his mom and hide behind her legs, clinging onto the skirts she always wore.

All this time, he's only seen his dad in his reflection, he's only carried his dad's name when wearing his jacket. His mom had been there, sure, but too quiet, an afterthought almost. A bundle of spines, disappointment and hurt he never tried to untangle or get close to. Someone who kicked him out, told him not to come back, someone who wanted him to come back, someone he lost his career for and still didn't make it back in time.

When he closes the tap to stop the flow of cold water, Hal is still unable to look away from his reflection. It takes him too long to leave his bathroom, but no time at all to put on his dad's jacket. No time at all to grab his keys and all the change he has in his wallet. He's going to buy the nicest flowers he can afford. The cemetery blew up along with Coast City, lifetimes ago. But the beach his mom used to love is still there, so the rays of sunset will have to be her resting place.

[gayformlessblob]

as sasharosie stan #1 it's my duty to tell everyone that You can now read sasha and rosie matchmaking and getting together along the way ❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63067627

featuring: polycules, motorbike martin, a bet, and more!

happy valentine's day!

[quintessenceofdust88]

Here's some fluff with pregnant uncle Buck and the biggest baby Buckley-Kinard cheerleader, a.k.a Jee-Yun Buckley-Han:

“Uncle Buck?” Jee's soft voice cuts through the quiet of the evening, and Buck smiles down at her.

The two of them are lying on his and Tommy’s bed, already in their PJ’s - well, Jee’s in her unicorn themed PJ’s anyway. Buck’s wearing a pair of Tommy’s sweatpants and also one of his husband’s T-shirts which are slightly bigger than his and fit more comfortably over the sixteen-week bump that’s his constant companion. Jee-Yun has her tiny hands pressed against said bump, looking in awe at the swollen curve of Buck’s stomach.

Ever since finding out her uncle’s pregnant, Jee-Yun has been his biggest supporter. The first thing she does whenever she sees Buck these days is rush into his direction for a hug, placing her hands on his growing bump, happily saying “Hi, babies! Remember me? It’s your big cousin Jee-Yun!”. Buck’s heart fills with joy every time that happens, and he’s ridiculously happy that his niece is so excited about the prospect of being a big cousin. 

“Yeah, Jee-bug?” Buck answers softly, running a hand on her soft hair, thinking he should probably get her settled for bed soon. Actually, he knows for a fact it’s a little past her bedtime, but what’s an uncle for if not bending the rules a little bit? 

Especially considering that sleepovers are a rare treat for Jee. Tonight, Maddie had a shift and little Kevin has the flu, so Buck immediately offered to take her for the night so Chimney could focus on their youngest. His brother-in-law had tried to protest at first, but Buck insisted, claiming Jee’d keep him company since Tommy’s on a shift. 

They’ve had the sweetest time, baking a cake and watching a movie. The whole time, Jee-Yun has been babbling about things she learned at kindergarten (and Buck can’t believe she’s going to elementary school next year; when has time gotten away from him like that?), but Buck thinks she might be about to return to her favorite subject of the moment: her little cousins. 

And sure enough…

“Do the babies like chocolate ice-cream? Mama says Kevin wanted lots of chocolate ice-cream when he was in her tummy!” She asks, and Buck chuckles; she’s been doing that a lot, comparing Maddie’s pregnancy to his, trying to figure out the rhyme or reason of babies growing inside someone. 

“Not chocolate ice-cream, but you know what they made me want the other day?” Buck asks conspirationally, leaning closer to her, and Jee-Yun’s eyes widen in curiosity. 

“What?!’

“Oreos dipped in orange juice” He says, and her instant reaction is a delighted giggle followed by a grimace.

“Oreos with orange juice?! Gross, uncle Buck!” Jee decides, and Buck boops her nose playfully. 

“I know it sounds super gross, but you know what? I kinda liked it; or, the babies liked it anyway” He answers with a chuckle, remembering the horrified face Tommy pulled at him when he caught Buck dumping the Oreos in his glass of orange juice, and how he wisely decided not to comment on it. 

“Can I try it? Maybe I’ll like it too!” Jee says eagerly, and Buck has no doubt she’s about to bolt from the bed to try it. But he has no desire to be thoroughly chewed out by Maddie in the morning.

“Maybe tomorrow, okay, munchkin? It’s bed time for little girls now” He tells her, and Jee pouts, but only a little. She’s smart enough to realize it’d be pushing her luck to try and delay her bedtime even more.

“Is it bed time for the babies too?” She asks innocently, and Buck laughs in delight. 

Come to think of it, he could go to sleep already. He’s thankfully past the point of his pregnancy where he felt sleepy all the god damn time, but still. It’s no piece of cake, growing two babies, and Buck is enjoying all the rest he can get.

“Yeah, I guess the babies could go to sleep too” He told her, and Jee smiled.

“Then can I sleep here with you? I promised uncle Tommy I'd take care of you and the babies!” She pleaded, and Buck isn't able to say no, not when she looks at him with those expectant eyes. God, he hopes he grows a spine by the time the twins are her age, or they'll get away with murder if it depends on him.

“Oh, well, if you promised uncle Tommy…” He teases her, already lifting up the covers so she can get under them, and she does so with a happy squeal that just about melts Buck’s heart. 

Jee settles herself on Tommy’s side of the bed, a content sigh leaving her lips as she snuggles against him, and Buck puts his arm around her, pulling his niece closer to him and opening up the story book he’d left on the nightstand earlier. 

“Tell me a story, uncle Buck?” She asks sleepily, and Buck places a small kiss on her forehead before starting to read ‘The Ugly Duckling’ (a story that always spoke to him as a kid who wished to belong, and he’s so glad that for his niece it’s really just a story).

His voice is the only sound in the house, and Buck can feel as Jee’s head gets heavier against his shoulder, indicating she’s more asleep than awake by this point. He’s about two pages away from finishing it when he feels it; a tiny kick from inside, pressing lightly but surely against his stomach. Before he knows it, Buck’s sitting up in bed, cradling his bump. 

“Uncle Buck?! Something happened to the babies?!” Jee asks, more excited than worried when she sees the wide smile on her uncle’s face. 

“Y-yeah, Jee” Buck answers, still in awe, still delighted, as he feels another kick a little more to the right than the first one; probably the other baby, he realizes. “C’mon, put your hand in here”

Jee doesn’t need to be told twice; her tiny hand rests beside his in his belly, and she stares at it intently, holding her breath. She’s rewarded by her patience in less than two minutes, when Buck feels another flutter of movement (and, wow. It’s weird, to feel them moving inside him like that. The best kind of weird, but weird nonetheless). Jee clearly feels it too, because she lets out a delighted gasp. 

“The babies! They’re moving, uncle Buck!” She tells him, as if he wasn’t aware, and Buck chuckles. “I think they like your story”

“Nah, munchkin” He says, his heart feeling impossibly full as his two tiny blobs (he wanted to murder Tommy the first time he referred to them like this after the ultrasound, but the nickname has grown on him) kick and move around, giving clear signs of life inside him. He hugs Jee tight, pressing a kiss against her forehead. “I think they want to say good night to their big cousin”

“Oh!” She answers, as if that indeed explains everything, and squirms away from his arms so she can scoot down on the bed and press a tiny kiss against his T-shirt. “Good night, babies. I love you so much. I can’t wait to meet you!”

“Me neither, Jee-bug” Buck whispers to her as if it’s a big secret. “Me neither”

[Now on AO3!]

(@parrishjeanna tagging as requested! I hope you enjoy! <3 <3 <3)

And if anyone else would like to get tagged in other works for this verse (which I'll temporarily name 'Little Blobs verse'), please let me know! It's meant to be a very fluffy verse, at least at first hehe <3

[pandoa]

push and pull

"I'm sorry... but I don't think I can keep being your friend at this rate—"

Those were the last coherent words the fervent man before you uttered as he hesitantly guided a shaking yet firm hand against the back of your head, his whispers leaving a warm tingle down your neck like a flickering fire dancing on your skin. Barely even letting the final words of his sentence ring throughout the dimly lit room of his dorm, desperate lips reached your own as the comforting darkness of the two of you shutting your eyes closed ensued like a rhythm you both knew all too well, almost as if you had done this a million times before.

Tangling in each other's limbs and reveling in each other's embrace, you weren't sure what you should call the young man in front of you anymore. Acquaintance? Friend? Mutual?

Lover...?

Memories of dreams you thought were too unattainable to be true played through your mind as you pulled him in closer to you like a familiar dance you both were too new at.

Any hope for anything more seemed so distant to the two of you. And yet you still continued to push and pull at one another, teasing the boundaries between formalities, friendship, and longing.

Shortly, the electrifying touch of his fingertips reached the side of your waist, sending an enticing shock to the nerves of your skin. You both knew that one of you should have stopped, letting the other catch their breath as you two properly spoke about what had just happened. The boundaries you both had crossed together with one simple yet desperate kiss.

Pushing and pulling, lingering then leaving, turning away only to glance back more passionately than before...

This intricate dance was one that had gone on for far too long. Yet the two of you were used to the fiery touches and impossible desires. Like a sick game made to either burn or ignite the raging emotions you held for one another. Pushing and pulling at the limits. Pushing and pulling at the quiet ache in your chest, an ache that both wished to spill your feelings out like a ravaging river—yet a frustrating pain that sought to bury those same emotions deep into the crevices of your heart, hidden even from yourself.

Pushing and pulling. Longing and desiring.

How thin was the line between friendship and lovers, anyway? Is there really a need to say what these emotions you experience are each time he whispers your name in the same yearning tone, tender and woven together like a smudged letter in the rain? One that was too blurred from the pouring droplets of water to decipher whether it was a letter of love or letter of heartache?

Neither of you cared, however. Love, longing, yearning, heartache... it all blurred into one. It was just up to whoever broke first to name whatever this conflicting relationship was to you both.

Pushing the limits, pulling towards the closeness. You and the young man you once knew as your friend remained—caught between your wants and desires as you succumbed to the warmth of his skin gently grazing yours.

Pushing and pulling until even the two of you had enough.

a/n: push and pull like a magnet do-

[corkinavoid]

listen listen blob ghosts but they are

[wajjs]

It's like looking in a mirror, except it isn't. They do slot together like they're cut from the same material, and perhaps that's as true as it gets: they're one and the same in everything that matters except their actual physicalities.

Hailey smiles with the same confidence and bravado Hal sees in his own reflection every morning. Straddling his hips, so warm and promising where their bodies are touching, Hailey smiles at him. Hal, maybe a little bit of a self-obsessed idiot, feels a tiny bit in love.

"Wanna take me for a ride?" he asks, and his hand feels at home on the curve of her back, holding her in place.

Hailey's eyes shimmer with promises. "I'm gonna be the test pilot in charge today," she tells him, leaning closer. "Let's see how high up we can get."

Sometimes the only one who can take care of you is you.

[evilminji]

I Ponder The Humble Blob Ghost!

You think they are what happens when you ALMOST but not quite A Ghost(tm)? Like, you have the ectoplasm and the will to continue... but you didn't really have A Thing in life? No Final Crystalizing Thought that brings focus? Just "ow! Ah! I'm scared. Don't wanna die!" And theeeeen.... *poof!*

Why am I Orb? Am squish? No bones.

Like? Remove any one piece of the Critical Formula and you get Blob instead of Ghost? Different KINDS, mind you, but blobs none the less.

Like Skulker! Not enough Ectoplasm. Ended up Blob. He CLEARLY had the Will, the Obsession, the gory end and unfinished business... buuuut? No green goo to power the creation of a full body. He clearly knows what he's supposed to LOOK like? But it's not something FIXABLE? Even with his now unlimited access to Ectoplasm.

Like in utero damage that permanently stunted his growth. HE is fine. All his facilities are on-line and checking in as they should, for the level of sentience expected of a ghost of his people. He just... smol. Same strength, intelligence, and power as he would have always HAD...

He just got handed a really, REALLY crap "customize your eternal meatsuit" option screen. Like for real guys. Basicly NO options. His salt is eternal and entirely justified. He could have had his tattoos. He paid a LOT of credits for those! Sat for DAYS! Had to track down this One(1) artist on this SHITTY little trading hub, that BARELY QUALIFIED as one, to sit in on uncomfortable overturned crate... IN A GAS MASK because the AIR SUPPORT KEPT KICKING IT... for hoooours!

It was a WORK OF ART. You would have CRIED.

This is BULLSHIT.

But wait, I hear you say, staring at the Blob ghost chewing on a lamp post. The one that has wii music playing behind the eyes. No thoughts, head jello, one might say. What about THEM?

Good point! Remember that formula?

LOT of Ecto! But THAT... might be either an animal or a fungus. We'd have to check. ANYTHING can and DOES die. If it's alive? It can die and potentially leave a ghost. But! Consider the noble Ghost Rabbit! *holds up squirming rabbit that is ABSOLUTELY trying to both bite me and kick me in the face* A noble and friendly creature!

THIS is what happens when an animal: has sufficient Ectoplasm at the death site, a reason to continue living (fairly common. It's usually their offspring, escape, the instinctual drive to survive itself or other understandable base drives. Like love, loyalty, or hunger.), and that all important High Emotions End.

Miss any of these? You get Blobbertson over there! He's clearly a hungry boy! But! Not very DRIVEN is he? Just floating along, chewing on whatever seems interesting, looking for a snack. He's food motivated. But not MOTIVATED motivated.

Blobbertson over there? A peaceful death. Too much Ectoplasm too leave, too food motivated in life NOT to carry over, but? No DRIVE. To DEFINE and DEMAND the Ectoplasm in his little body become sharp and active. No highly emotional state to stir it into action.

Is Blobbertson INCAPABLE of higher emotions? No. He is every bit as capable as the Ghost Rabbit that has savaged my hands and escaped while you were reading. It was, in fact, NOT as friendly as originally assumed. I may be bleeding. Unimportant. Blobbertson is PERFECTLY capable of getting attached. Being trained.

Whatever level of intelligence Blobbertson had in life, still remains. And WITH that? Comes the ability to improve and grow in death! IF (and this is the big one) he ever finds MOTIVATION to do so.

Because you see, Blobbertson is quite happy. No thoughts, brain jello. Drifting along in a happy green ocean like a jellyfish. Only concerned about his next snack. It's comforting. His food obsession filled, his tiny motivation barely enough to move him place to place.

He would GLADLY sit in one place and eat for the rest of eternity. Head blissfully silent.

And that's OKAY! It truly, honestly, is. Not everyone has to be conquers and kings, crafters and cosmonauts. Sometimes you just want to spend the rest of time playing in the sand. Resting on a sunshine-y hill. Not EVERY soul is a loud one.

This is the INFINITE Realms.

And there are places like Amity Park out there. THICK as cold honey with Ectoplasm in the air, gently infusing all the life that grows there with greater and greater chance of Ghost-hood. Even the peaceful blinking awake after that final rest to look down and... little nubby green paws.

Congratulations on becoming a Blob, grandma! Yes, I imagine you ARE furious it is inordinately difficult to knit like this. No, I don't think complaining to the king will help, MeMa.

That said? I can not tell you if Blob Ghost all belong to the same Family or the same Order, but they are NOT the same species! The WAY in which you fuck up that ever vital Fomula results in WILDLY different Blobs! Was it an animal? A sentient species? A sentient PLANET? A complexe interlocking colony of fungi? What was the EXACT Ectoplasm concentration at the death site? Was that the historical levels or the At Death levels? Was the individual under sedation?

Yes! All of this IS in fact, VERY relevant!

And you think it ends THERE? HA! The SKIES are FILLED with Fighty Mother Fuckers! Ghosts LOVE to fight! It's built into their social dynamics and hierarchy! Good ol brawls to get the Ecto pumping!

......Local Blob Farmer would like to take this moment to say "GET OF HIS GHOST PEONIES, YOU HEATHENS."

No they would NOT like to join your 24/7 thunder dome in the sky, THANKS! Martha here is trying to compose some Atlantian Shell Poetry. Blobby Jr of Blobbington and Blobbington Incorporated is TRYING to study! You've DESTROYED THE COMMUNAL ZEN GARDEN!!

Get! GET!!! *swings broom*

And THEN you look not even a mile east? And it's the floating island of Blobs. They LIKE that rock. It's just an ever shifting, accidentally rolling off the edge, falling slightly, making an offended squeek, and floating back to the top of the pile to repeate the process, MOOSH of thousands of blobs. No one's certain if they used to be seals or some sort of cat.

Apparently THAT island is Warm(tm).

So there they sit. Making contented noises, chirping and shoving for the best spots. They never leave. You can literally just... float up and sit on them. It's amazing. You gotta be careful not to get buried, but it's So Soft and bouncy? And they are ALL making that soft happy Blob vibrate noise. It's like a giant, island sized, warm and almost fuzzy but not, water bed that massages you.

Just DON'T start anything there! Holy SHIT are they territorial. You Will Die. They SWARM.

And THATS not even getting into the Blobs that are? Literally brainless. Some people eat those. Which? I guess? They ARE basicly Ectoplasm jello. But SOME of them are NOT? Like... it's a debate. Hot button issue, ya know?

Some fungus turns into Ecto Jello with negative IQ and delicious insides. Is this food? But OTHER fungus was SENTIENT in life and become a whole RANGE of Fungus ghosts, from Blob right on up to complexe dryad like ghosts! Clearly NOT food unless you are a MONSTER. But THEY argue the FIRST group are ALSO not food?

Plant Ghosts have strong opinions and are willing to Gruesome Violence about it.

Which brings us back to the Humble Blob Ghost! Check before you pet! That might be grandma! Or planning to eat your hand! Just as Mammal tells you little to nothing about what animal you are looking at, so too does Blob and Ghost! Stay safe out there! And if anyone sees a glowing green rabbit? I want my blood back! That's supposed to be in MY body! Rude!

This has been, the daily ghost!

@hdgnj @stealingyourbones

[theinsanecrayonbox]

bwaha the fruits of my random inspirated labors: Doey and his Doughling

yeah, the story of Doey basically being mpreged just slammed into my brain like a freight train out of nowhere, fully formed, and demanded i write it IMMEDIATELY...and do a few doodles. because zomr why do i find the Doughling so adorable?? it's just a blob, that my brain made up. why? how?? idk but i am having a grand time and don't know how to deal lol.

just for fun, here's a comparison of my fav doodle there, seeing as since i'm out of regular pencil lead i had to use this glitter/metallic blue i have and...yeah...

if i hadn't shown you this, would you have noticed in the main sketch dump?

also for fun, the color swatches i was playing with trying to mix a color for the doughling based upon his colors

never really settled on the right color...oh well, i'm running out of garbage to stall with.

anywhos, i wrote a fic right? is it good; probably not. but i had blast, and i'm very happy with it. 32 pages/9 chapters in almost a single day, that's a feat i haven't accomplished in a long time. and like i said, the whole plot was just beamed into my head fully formed and demanded to be thrown out into the world. so...yeah. enjoy?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63145576/chapters/161714473

i'm weird. i don't even really go here, yet i have tripped into this hole deep and it's interesting. may never touch this again, might consume the rest of my being for who knows how long, not me. please don't hate me, i'm just trying to have fun in my cardboard box yelling into the void like every body else. have a good day.

[lennsart]

I did this instead of writing