#blobbie found you

[the-kr8tor]

Hobat and blobbie request?

How would blobbie and Hobat first react to meeting each other if they were together inside the same universe? Let's say R just found this pile of...cat? hidden away underneath the bushes besides the house and the creature is now stuck to them like glue as soon as Hobie enters the scene

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Blobbie and Hobat!! My two favourite creatures 😍 I hope you like it!

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

Word count: 1.3k

Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, set in my IPOB series, vampire! Hobie, established relationship, blob the cat symbiote au, hunter! Reader, fluff!

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You love living in a two hundred year old house, the walls are actually made of brick and stone and not cheap plywood and drywall where you can hear every shuffle from the other room. The fixtures are a work of art, every corner, every wall and every window has some kind of engraving or a design that would make every art lover stare at it in awe. Even the balconies and doorknobs are beautiful and a reminder of a bygone era.

Of course there are downsides to living in a house that's older than some statues and bridges around the country. The pipes break down every few months or so, and the amount of cobwebs and dust the house produces out of thin air would have your allergies on high alert. The house is old, yes, beautiful, absolutely. But the vintage narra floors or the fifty year old grand piano in the living room doesn't compare to the beauty and age of the vampire living in the same home as you.

Hobie practically clung to you the second he woke up from his slumber. His crimson eyes blink slowly, still crusted with sleep as he refuses to let you go inside the shared coffin. But after a thousand kisses placed on every inch of his cold face, he still wouldn't let you go so he proposed the idea that he'll turn into his bat form and hold onto you while you go about your day. To which you accepted wholeheartedly when you really needed to go to the bathroom.

It's one of those days for him you suppose.

Now with a fresh face, stomach filled with breakfast, or dinner for that matter, Hobie in his tiny bat form squeaks inside the pocket of your denim overalls. His claws grasp onto the hem, a small fluffy head peeking over the fabric as you gather your gardening supplies.

His head tilts up, looking at you through big bat eyes as he speaks to you inside his head through the mental connection he established between the two of you to communicate.

“You said you were done with chores.” Huffing, his nostrils flare at you with mild annoyance.

“I forgot about the snapdragons in the greenhouse. It's feeding day, remember?” To placate Hobat, you pat his head simply with your index finger. To which he shuts his eyes close in content. “After this it's your turn to feed.”

His eyes whip open, smiling happily at you. “Really? ‘m sick of bloodbags, lovie, it makes my throat itch.”

Chuckling, you pull open the glass door to the greenhouse, humidity hitting right on your face the second you enter. “You and I both know that it's the same blood from me, Hobie. Just in a different bag. Besides, you can help me with watering the plants so I can finish this faster and therefore you can feed.”

Smiling, his neck is probably hurting by now from the prolonged tilt. “Remind me why you need to do all of this when they're not your plants?”

“The trio may be out at summer camp but that doesn't mean I'm going to let their plants die.” You utter, feeling eyes on the back of your head as you kneel down to fill the watering can with water. As you look at the source, you find nothing but Miles’ snake plant that hisses and calls for you.

Hobie snorts inside your mind. “I bet the camera crew are havin’ a field day with all the supernatural beings at the summer camp.”

You shake the feeling away, “definitely, a selkie friend of mine that went there once said that the place is brimming with different entities.” Standing up, heaving the heavy watering can, you slide it beside the snapping snap dragons as they bare their sharp teeth at you. “Did you go to the summer camp, Hobie?”

Scoffing, he rests comfortably inside your pocket. “It didn't exist yet, love, if it was I wouldn't go.”

Opening a drawer to grab the snapdragons’ meal, you feel eyes on you once again, hand pausing on the drawer. “Why not?”

“I hate schmoozin’ with other vampires, you know that— you alright? You're distracted, I can hear your thoughts, remember?” Lifting off from your pocket and flying into a hanging potted plant, he perches himself on the clay while he gazes around the greenhouse. “You hear that?” His pointed ears twitch.

“I think so.” Dropping everything on the counter, you grab a nearby pair of sharp shears at the ready. “I keep feeling someone staring at me.”

“You sure it's not me or Pav's dozen mandrake plants?”

“No, it's different.” Raising the garden shears, you slowly walk towards what you think is the source of the wandering eyes. As you near the fluffy pink cotton candy bush, you quickly grab it and unfurl the curly leaves open to reveal— nothing. Letting your guard down, you laugh at yourself. “I guess it was really just the mandrakes—!” Something gooey and black encapsulates your vision, making you stagger around like a chicken inside the greenhouse.

“Love!” Hobie swoops in, retaining his bat form but instead of the cute and fluffy kind, he turns into a large bat that's the size of a bike. His wings flap around, claws desperately grabbing at the black blob sticking to your face. “Hold on! Can you breathe?!”

“Mmhm!” You gasp, clawing at the mess on your face.

“Shit!” Without a choice, Hobie bares his fangs, sinking it inside the slimy flesh. Within a half second, the black goo stretches away from your face and onto a nearby table.

You fall to your knees, gasping for breath as Hobie returns to his regular form, cold callused hands grasping at your face with worry.

“Jus’ breathe, love, breathe.” His hands desperately cling to you, eyes etched with concern as he sees your frantic expression. “What the fuck was that?”

Your eyes widens, and Hobie uses his quick senses and raises his arm up behind him, effectively thwarting an attack from behind. There's scratching over his arm, but the vampire doesn't care as he slowly turns towards your would-be assassin with a glare.

“What the fuck are you?” You and Hobie simultaneously say, curiosity replacing fear as the goop that was suffocating you is now a black cat with white eyes and sharp teeth.

“Mreow?” The so-called cat tilts his head adorably. Maybe that's his way of dropping your guard down by using his cuteness.

“Nah, this isn't a bloody cat.” Hobie shakes the black cat in his arm until it lets out mewls.

“Hobie, stop.” A hand wraps around his bicep while you look at the cat's big shiny white eyes that seem to look at you apologetically. “I think he's saying sorry.”

“Say—! Love, it almost suffocated you!” He exclaims, still holding the cat at arm's length away from you. “I had to bite its ass! It tasted like black liquorice for some reason!”

“I know you hate that stuff, but trust me on this one.” You gaze at him softly, palm gently brushing along his jaw. “Please let the void go?”

When he doesn't respond, steely red eyes staring at you flatly, you bring out the big guns. With one final stare at the cat that's now licking cutely at its paw, you pucker up, pressing a sweet kiss at Hobie's cheek. You hear his staggered breathing from the kiss, eyes closing slowly as he savours the sweetness and warmth you provide for him.

Leaning away, you bat your lashes and gaze at him fondly. “Now can you let him go?”

Sighing, Hobie kisses you back right on the tip of your nose briefly before moving away. “One day your bribery won't work on me anymore.”

“We both know that isn't true.” You say with a smirk, knowing that you've won.

Rolling his eyes, he gently nuzzles your cheek for a moment with a longing sigh. “I know, love.” Gently placing the cat down on solid ground, it mewls for attention immediately. Yours specifically as he walks elegantly on his paws. “‘m keepin’ an eye on him.”

“Alright,” you shrug, approaching the cat with your palm up as you let it sniff your hand. You've found weirder things inside the ancient house, whether that's a book written in an unknown language or a dodo bird casually roaming around the basement, this one takes the cake. But you're not at all surprised by it, you'll look up what exactly this cat is in your tomes, but for now, you'll make sure that he's fed. Judging from his skinny goopy body, he needs some food in his system. “I think I just startled him earlier.” Just as you said it, the cat licks at your finger daintily after giving it a good sniff.

Hobie leans back, watching the interaction closely. “Sure— oi, where are you goin'?”

You abruptly stand up, gesturing for the cat to follow you. “I'm going to see what he eats so I can feed him.”

Standing up and following suit, Hobie scrunches his nose. “What? For all we know he eats brains! Don't let him inside the house!”

“You drink blood, Hobie, and we let you inside the house.” You say teasingly with an eyebrow raised.

“It's my bloody house?” He scoffs out, hands on his hips as the various metals on his belt jingles. “What happened to feedin’ me first?”

You meet with the cat's milky eyes before the two of you turn towards Hobie. “Finish watering the plants and we can.” Smiling at the slimy mess at your feet, you wave at him again to follow you. “Come on blobbie, let's find you something to eat.”

“You named him already?!” Hobie stands in the middle of the greenhouse all alone while the plants snap at him for food. “Lovie!”

[darlingdream1010]

Blobbies

(The blob ghosts might like Danny a little bit, and he might like them too.)

“Yo Danny,” Tucker called from the living room.

Danny pushed through the wall of blob ghosts putting their heads against him to open the cabinet. He snatched Tucker and Sam’s favorite mugs, then balanced his own favorite on top of one of the bigger blob ghosts.

“Yeah?” He responded, stepping over another pile of blobbies waiting to ambush him in the living room.

“Is it cool if we don’t play Doom? Feelin’ kinda woozy after yesterday’s fight with Skulker,” Tucker explained, scratching his head. “Promise I’m not being chicken.”

Danny snorted and kicked him in the shoulder to make space for himself. “Whatever’s cool, dude. But you gotta make more space than that when I’ve got this army following me.”

Sam looked up from her place curled up on the armchair beside the couch and laughed.

Tucker snickered, too. Danny kicked him again.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Our little Disney ghost princess needs space for all his critter friends,” Tucker teased.

“At least since we won’t be playing Doom, we’ll be keeping it PG for them,” Danny relented.

Tucker passed him the computer, and they settled into what would have been a comfy silence, if not for the chirping coming from the blobbies. Danny pushed another out of his face and clicked into a random game by mistake.

Tucker leaned over on the worn leather to see what he had picked. “Slime Rancher? What’s that?”

Danny shrugged. “I don’t know, one of Jazz’s games. Probably something real tame like Animal Crossing.”

He still humored the accident, pressing “new save file” and letting the loading screen wash over his monitor. A selection of “slimes” appeared on screen, and the blobbies clinging to every part of Danny’s body started to vibrate and purr. Danny chuckled at their excitement and found himself a little more excited to try the game.

“You’re really gonna play it?”

“Why not?”

“Dunno. Seems kinda boring.”

Tucker went silent again as the game finally loaded in, and a peaceful tune came from the computer. Danny was on a dry ranch, with a dome building behind him and multiple open pens in front.

The game explained what the building and the pens were, and Danny (and the blobs) found himself listening intently. After getting acclimated to the controls, he set off with a smile on his face.

The other one who was smiling was Sam in the corner, as she watched the two teenage boys slowly fall into the trap of Slime Rancher.

Danny didn’t stand a chance.

Sam could see his delight as with every slime collected, the blobbies cooed and bounced up and down on top of him. Though he pretended he hated those little things swarming around him, he secretly petted and patted them like pets. Tucker was enamored with the game as well. He’d probably claim the “open world aspect” was “an intriguing and impressive display of programming.”

Sam brought out her phone from underneath her current crochet project and snapped a sneaky picture. She looked down at the picture in her phone fondly. Tucker leaning over the shoulder of one Danny Fenton, absolutely covered in blob ghosts.

He might not know it, but Danny’s going to be a great king.

[grounded-gryphon]

I'd Die (Again) For Y'all (Part 17)

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Danny watched in concern as Jason ended his call and flopped back on the bed. Gold light -- a rare Gotham sunrise -- came through the window and gilded Jason's hair. Danny wished he could just enjoy the view and not worry about whatever that phone call was about, but he didn't think he'd be that lucky.

"So…“ Jason said, ”That was asshole with some news."

“Asshole?”

From the tiny kitchen of the safehouse Tim snorted into his morning can of Zesti. “He probably means Batman. Jason is allergic to using people's actual names.”

Jason gasped in outrage but didn't actually dispute the claim. And thinking about it, Danny had to admit the man really liked his nicknames.

“Anyway," Jason said, "it sounds like the League had a busy night. According to mister 'tall, dark, and broody,' they took out a GIW base-“ Danny sat bolt upright in shock and barely heard the rest of what Jason was saying, ”-and found something he calls 'living blobs' being held captive there.”

“They what!” Danny exclaimed.

Jason shrugged, “You know as much as I do. But I'm sure Timmers here can get the after-action reports if you want."

Danny looked to Tim who immediately nodded agreement. Danny nodded back because, absolutely, he wanted a look at those reports. He needed to know what the hell was going on.

“Anyway, B wants to know if it's safe to release these blobs and what kind of care they'll need.”

Danny swallowed. “He- he knows I'm here?”

“Nope, all he knows is that I have a way to contact you.”

“You're safe here Danny,” Tim put in, sitting down next to him and finishing off his drink. “Even if Batman does find out where you are, he wants to help.”

Jason rolled his eyes but didn't disagree. “Hate to say it, but Timmers is right. Of course, B's idea of 'helping' is a bit difficult for some folks to take, including yours truly.”

“/You're/ not helping,” Tim grumbled.

Jason shrugged. “Anyway, do you know what these 'living blobs' of his are? And what should the assholes be doing with them?”

Danny sighed and settled back against the pillows. Giving anyone information about ghosts felt dangerous, but if the blobbies were still in a GIW-built container…

“Blob ghosts are harmless, and they can take care of themselves. He can just release them and they'll find their way home when they are ready.” He hesitated. “Just… wait a bit to call him back? So he thinks it takes a while for you to find me?”

“Sure, Danny,” Jason said pulling him into a tight embrace. “Anything you want.”

~~~~~

BestSister: How did your interview go? GothGirl2000: Good, actually. Still don't trust them, but interviewer at least is really trying to help. TooPhine: I'm… not surprised. Whatever is going on, it's way more complicated than we realized. GothGirl2000: What do you mean? TooPhine: The Guys lost a lab last night. BestSister: WHAT?! GothGirl2000: they fucking what TooPhine: Lost. As in it's gone. The BUILDING doesn't exist anymore. And they had no warning. GothGirl2000: Wow… so you think… TooPhine: i don't know. but who else could do something like that? BestSister: Still no sign of him? TooPhone: no GothGirl2000: nothing on my end. Are we sure he… TooPhine: the Guys have no idea where he is. BestSister: we need to be ready GothGirl2000: I have all our supplies on hand

BestSister: then you're hosting. see you in three days

~~~~~

Batman stood with Cyborg, Dr. Atom, and Flash watching the 'blob ghosts' bounce around in their containers. Hood had taken a few hours to get back to him, but Batman was a bit surprised he had gotten back at all. It wouldn't have surprised him if Phantom had disappeared at the first opportunity. But his concern for Hood had been real, maybe that was why he was willing to stay in touch with the anti-hero.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?“ Cyborg asked. ”Diana's still got those three assholes up here, and if they see the blobs…“

”Hm.” Batman agreed. The GIW agents were an ever-increasing annoyance and something would need to be done soon. If the blob ghosts stuck around and the agents saw them, it would be… unfortunate. Still, “We know it is safe to release them and J'onn has confirmed they have an animal-like consciousness and are distressed by being trapped in those containers.”

Cyborg sighed but nodded. “So we can't keep them there without a better reason than 'the GIW are assholes.' Fine.”

Flash and Dr. Atom stood by. They watched as Cyborg carefully disengaged the containment devices and released the 'blog ghosts' onto the Watchtower. They immediately popped out of their glass-and-metal prison and began mobbing Flash.

“Well, hello,” the Speedster said as the blobs floated around him (and, in some cases, through him). If he was disturbed he gave no sign of it.

“That is… odd,” Dr. Atom said.

“Hn.”

Flash zipped to the other side of the room, and the blob ghosts squealed, hurrying to follow him. This time several of them grabbed hold of him with their stubby little arms. ”That tickles!“

He zipped across the room again and the blob ghosts who managed to hold onto him squealed and chittered in excitement.

”I wonder if there is something about the Speed Force that attracts them?“ Flash said, ”I can't imagine why, but…“ this time he carefully took hold of a couple of blob ghosts, who made no effort to get away, and zipped across the room holding them. They cheered. There was no other word for it.

”Hh,“ Batman said. ”At least we know how to keep them out of trouble.“

”What do you mean, Bats?“

Cyborg laughed. ”I think he means that you are officially on ghost-sitting duty. Have fun and keep them away from Diana and the GIW agents.

Dr Atom nodded. “That seems like a reasonable plan.”

“Oh. Okay, I guess… They are kinda cute.”

A short time later, Flash could be seen racing through some of the less-used parts of the Watchtower. In his arms, he held a pile of green blobs and more were clinging to his arms and back, cheering the entire time.

[justafanwarrior]

Okay but someday heroes have to try and get in, either because they want to try and negociate with whoever started this or because they followed a villain there.

I don't know who follows who but anyway they end up in the Villain Neighbourhood, closer and closer to Danny. More villains show up because dammit that's their little ice meta child, theirs. And they have an agreement to protect him so whoever the hero had to call reinforcment (mainly people who could get there fast).

Except Danny wanders in the middle of it, led by a Blob Ghost (who does not see a threat as none of the people present could actually harm him) looking for Snart (look he's just the most parental ice villain i can think of and i love him okay?) And the villains try to silently let the heros know that they better keep their goddamn mouth shut.

Another for the Blind King au.

Except, this time, he ends up freezing over an entire city and subsequently, every citizen has to evacuate because, well, the entire city was frozen over why would they not?

Unfortunately for Danny, he just thinks it's an abandoned city because, well, his ecto sight is unable to pick up the living and he hasn't heard any of them before evacuation because he was just dropped into an abandoned part of the city and then just froze everything over from there.

Doubly unfortunately, he's tagged as a city level threat.

Except, the JL isn't able to tag him specifically because they don't know the reason behind why the entire city froze over. It was fine one minute, then iced over the next.

It could certainly be a magic user of some sort, or some kind of tech. Nobody knows exactly what was the source, but they know it's a threat.

Meanwhile, Danny is just exploring this random city day by day, picking stuff up here and there and questioning why this abandoned city looked so... lived in.

Maybe it's common in this dimension?

[eighthman-bound]

You guys don’t understand how hilarious Mr Bonzos inclusion in the series is to me.

Last year I bought the Mr Blobby hit vinyl at a charity shop for a laugh. The lyrics are the most insane, borderline facist sounding rally cry you’l find.

Incidentally that same charity shop shut down a month later.

Several months later I had some friends come over to my house, for a laugh I gave a manic Shakespearian performance of the vinyls lyrics; they found it hysterical.

Jump forwards a few extra months, one of those friends bestowed upon me a authentic 90’s Mr Blobby Badge; I Love It.

This month I knocked up a Jonathan Sims cosplay, with the gimmick that each badge on my bag strap would represent each of The Fears.

I didn’t have a badge that fit the Slaughter motif; so next best thing I had to represent such carnage was of course, Mr Blobby.

And now here we are a week later from my cosplays debut at a local comic con and we are graced by the Magnus-verse demonic take on Mr Blobby through Bonzo.

Well, even more demonic… this feels like the universes pay off to a very elaborate joke

[thatonecrazysidekick]

I saw this prompt by @weepingtalecowboy, opened a word document and ran with it. I didn't run very far, but I tried lol.

Here you go! I know it's supposed to be a crack AU, but it sort of devolved into angst once I considered the effects sleeping for hundreds of years would have on the world around him, I'm sorry T0T

When Legend woke up, it was sudden. There was no gentle rise to consciousness, no gradual transition from deep sleep to wakefulness.  The moment the golden power of the Triforce washed over him, his eyes snapped open. Sitting up, he blinked, the light from the brazier in front of him making his eyes water. Closing his eyes quickly, he pressed the palms of his hands against his face to better block the light as he tried to adjust, both to the brightness and to being awake.

How long have I slept?

“Uhm...Miss Zelda? Are-are you alright?”

Legend jerked his hands down, lights be damned, and turned his head towards the voice. The incredibly familiar voice. Squinting down at the blobby green figure at the bottom of the steps—and why is Legend on a dais like this is some sort of open-casket funeral, could that wizard have been any more dramatic?—he tried to force his eyes into focus. A couple hard blinks later, and the blob solidified into a teenager with messy brown hair and a green tunic, staring up at him with worried, doe-like eyes.

Legend started. “Hyrule?” His voice rasped in his throat, as though he hadn’t spoken in a hundred years.

“We’re in Hyrule, if that’s what you mean? My name’s Link,” Hyrule said, offering him a reassuring smile. “You were put under a sleeping curse, and I used the Triforce to wake you up. Are you feeling okay? This must all be very jarring.”

Jarring was a word for it, that was for sure. A better one might be shocking, or dumbfounding, or perhaps flabbergasting? Yeah, that was the one. Legend was flabbergasted. How was Hyrule here? The chain had parted ways just over two years before the beginning of Legend’s current predicament. Had they found a way to traverse the timelines again? But then why didn’t Hyrule seem to recognize his nickname? An uneasy feeling was starting to build in Legend’s gut. He didn’t like where this was going.

Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed-altar thing he had been laying on, he sat up fully, lingering on the edge for a moment as he tried to think. The soles of his shoes rested flat against the red carpet that covered the dais, trying to ground him. He was still wearing his Pegasus boots, and he could feel that the magically-expandable pouch that held his items and supplies was strapped to his leg beneath the pale pink fabric of Fable’s dress, right where he’d left it.

Right, Fable’s dress. The reason Legend was wearing that in the first place was slowly coming back to him in its entirety. Yet another evil wizard had decided to invade the kingdom, though in a slightly more diplomatic way than the other two—and by that, Legend meant the wizard had walked into the castle and demanded to be told the location of the Triforce instead of immediately resorting to murder or kidnapping. Given the princess’s previous experiences, Legend had convinced his sister to let him go in her stead to talk to the wizard. It hadn’t been hard to pull of the switch, with how similar their appearances were, though that was just about the only thing that went well about the situation.

 Legend noted absently that Hyrule was still at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for him to respond. He sighed, reaching up to try and run a hand quickly through his hair. Keyword: try. It just kept going, until the strands finally tangled around his fingers and forced them to a stop. Pulling his hand, hair still attached, into his lap, Legend blinked down at the bright, cotton-candy pink bundle.

The uneasy feeling grew.

He had made a point to dye his hair blond after his first journey, and had kept it that way ever since. And sure, he’d put in some hair extensions when he disguised himself as Fable, but her hair was not this long. It was down to her hips at the longest, not this knee-length rat’s nest just waiting to happen. Smoothing out the locks of hair, Legend saw that it faded into blond a few inches from the tips, just about how long his actual hair had been before the incident. Legend felt positively sick at this point.

“Hy—Link,” Legend said, trying to keep his voice steady. Hyrule was already watching him, a curious expression on his face. “How long have I been here?”

“Oh! Well, I’m not actually sure. Impa told me you are a princess from long ago, who was cursed to sleep by your brother’s wizard after refusing to reveal the location of the Triforce.”

A princess from long ago, cursed by her brother’s wizard. Legend didn’t know if he wanted to laugh at how distorted the story had become, or cry from the dawning realization that if it had been long enough for his era to become a thing of story, then his sister was gone. His hands twisted in his hair, and he heard a few strands snap.

Everyone was gone—Fable and Ravio and Ralph and—and he was still here, because of course whenever he tried to protect the people he loved, it always backfired in some way. Go figure.

It wasn’t until Hyrule spoke again that he realized he’d been staring blankly at the traveler for the past few minutes.

“We’re in the North Castle tower right now. If…if you’d like, I can take you to meet Zelda? I mean, a different Zelda! She’s the princess. Or, I guess, the other princess…?” Hyrule frowned, a crease forming between his brows. “I have a feeling this is going to get confusing.”

Despite the cold numbness that had taken hold of him, Legend felt his heart warm, just a little. Most of his family was still gone—don’t think about it yet, wait to break down until you’ve gotten your bearings—but he had Hyrule back, even if the traveler didn’t know him yet, and there was Hyrule’s Zelda as well. That meant that Fable had survived the wizard, and continued the royal line. She had lived, and if she had lived then there was no way she’d have let that wizard do the same.

Legend took a deep breath. He would be able to mourn soon. He would dig through every library he could find until he discovered what had happened after he was cursed. He would scour the land for even a trace of where his family had been laid to rest. Bottling up his emotions was nothing new to Legend, so he forced down his grief and guilt and anger, stuffed it in a little box labeled “For Later,” and chucked it into the back of his mind.

Pushing himself to his feet, Legend took a moment to find his balance before carefully descending the steps of the dais. He wrapped his arms around Hyrule, the younger boy letting out a surprised yelp as he was enveloped in a tight hug. Legend could feel Hyrule’s uncertainty in the stiff line of his shoulders and way his hands hovered awkwardly over his back, and wondered how many times the traveler had been hugged before this. Probably not nearly enough.

Legend was going to fix that.

“Thank you, Hero of Hyrule,” he murmured into the boy’s shoulder, and found tears pricking at the corners his eyes, despite his best efforts to keep them back. “I would like that very much.”

[cakeandpudding1]

Ahem,,, respectfully, anon (ilysm) opened my third eye with the ‘Darling's talkative belly’ request so I'm here to humbly ask for a second part with Buddha, Qin Shi Huang and Apollo 🕺🕺

Sheer adorableness fr fr.

In return, may I offer you my love, gratitude and appreciation? (and a picture of my cat in an awkward setting, too 🤲)

AWWW THANK YOU!!! UR CAT IS ADORABLE 😭😭 AND IM SO HAPPY THAT APOLLO IS INCLUDED IN THIS 💕💕 I LOVE YOU BAE

Characters mentioned : Buddha, QSH, Apollo

Fluffy stuff 😍

RoR Men with darling's talkative belly | part 2

Buddha

- this man was laying his head down your belly, just cus. It was soft and nice, he would love to just bite into it cus it reminds him of a mochi of sort. (He's not cannibal guys don't get the wrong idea😭)

- it was just comforting to him. He loved to just have you and him in his favourite spot, while he can do all this with you. the air, the weather, it was perfect.

- ngl he would make comments about your belly secretly being a mochi.

- things were fine until he suddenly grumbled and was like "why're ya talking so much, little buddy? Can't you see I'm trying to relax?"

- you were confused, until you realized that this grown ass man was talking to your belly. You giggled when he asked you if it was hungry or something, only to be given a no.

- yes he even tried to offer it food. He knows that not being able to eat good food was absolute suffering. And he has its back, even though it's a literal stomach.

- I bet he'd just listen to it, continuing to eat without a care. This date was about him and you. The belly shouldn't be third wheeling too much, cus you are in good hands.

- but even with all that, he became best friends with your belly. And now he calls it "mochi buddy" (😭)

Apollo

- he was cuddled up to you, mans was so fucking clingy it was actually funny to watch. He must really really love you, yeah?

- he felt like being lovey dovey and cute w you, and he don't care. He don't need no excuse to be w his bae 🙄

- and hell yes he loved your belly. He showered that thing with kisses and his almighty glory, just because he was very generous. And like I said, he was feeling it.

- when he was resting happily on it, he suddenly spoke, "My my, what a noisy thing. Is it really that honored to be in my presence?" He scoffed. Heart melting at your giggle.

- "you find that funny, darling? Am I wrong? It's pretty honored to be this close to me. oh well, I guess I should entertain it for a while since I'm so generous~"

- mf was literally kissing it, loving the sounds from your mouth when your belly was tickled by his kisses. You were so adorable, and so was this little mound of flesh.

- he wasn't psycho from wanting to listen to a literal stomach, right? But, he doesn't care either way. This was free entertainment.

- he ends up naming it "blobby" and no. do not fucking ask why. ☹️ 😭 He was feeling somewhat creative.

- this man omg.

- I KNOW from the bottom of my ass that he'd randomly come up to you the next day to be like, "hi sweetie~ can we cuddle again later? I wanna see blobby~"

- that was humiliating to you bro. But mans does not care. He'll burn the face of those who judge.

- plus, blobby is a cute name (to him atleast). Cus belly's have a mini blob inside that stores food. He was literally so proud for being creative.

- yeah, you'll live with this for the rest of your life now. Sending my best regards ig.

Qin shi Huang / ying zheng

- he was so happy to meet with his beloved. He'd just lay on your belly, in his robe. Admiring you and your body, the only thing he could stare at for hours and still love with the same heart.

- he just found it so nice to lay on your belly. And not only that, he wanted a baby soon. Cus bruv needed an heir. Unless you were infertile, that's no problem. He'll just have y'all do a surrogacy or smth, or just adopt. As long as y'all are happy 💕

- he wanted to talk to you about his day, but instead, he went silent. His innocent little face looking at your stomach.

- "my beloved, why is your stomach so noisy? Is it mad at me? :("

- you melted at his innocence, caressing his hair and telling him no. And that it was just happy to see him.

- when I tell you he was overjoyed. I mena he was incredibly overjoyed. He was so happy he could throw a celebration in all of china just because of how happy he was.

- he was so scared that he might've upset your belly, but now that he understood, he was more than willing to be friends. Bro is literally chatting away with your stomach like it was a lifelong friend of his.

- talking about his favorite foods and stuff, anything that came to his head came out his mouth. He was so happy to know he had a new friend to share his interests with.

- just imagine walking in as a guard or something and then suddenly seeing your literal emperor chatting happily to his darling's stomach. 💀

- maybe his eyesight got affected by the blindfold thing he had on...

- "beloved, are you hungry? What about fleshy?"

- if you thought apollo gave your stomach a weird nickname, take a look at this man.

- I know damn well he'd sometimes get jealous at the thought that your stomach got to be with you wherever you went. Getting treated very well. How lucky.

- he's not entirely stupid, he knows a lot about your body. But we all have weird thoughts, don't we? It's only natural.

____

@mxlissaliss thank you for this!! I'm so happy I got to write new characters 😊💕 and I still think ur cat is so adorable😭💕💕

[wizardothesea]

No vampires remain in Romania and There are no gnomes in Sweden (or something like that) are two great ones

@the-shrimp-that-fried-rice

@blacktipreefsharkwizarding

@skulkie

Hey eyeone! I want to know what your favorite songs are, if you see this post you are CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED to reblog with at least 1 song you have listened to and enjoyed but if you have more you'd like to share then go ahead! Also tag your friends!

I'll start, I'm going to list 5 of my favorite songs

Dr Sunshine Is Dead by Will Wood

134340 Pluto by Cojum Dip

Vulture by Bear ghost

Dear John by I monster

And finally: playing places: Oceans by Cosmo Sheldrake

Here's the people I want to tag

@f4y3w00d5 @ashen-the-tiefling @terrencetheshark14 @underpaid-guard @blacktipreefsharkwizard @the-gnomish-bastard @thatgayforkcrow @lixorloveslicorice @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @agentldiddy @aileaxthevoidien @slutty-wizard-council @monsterfucker-research-wizard and anyone else who wants to play!!!

[calliecwrites]

Shifter HRT, part 7 – Tipping Point (9 Months)

Things are finally going – or should I say goo-ing. It’s like I’ve been pushing a boulder uphill, and now I’ve reached the top and it’s rolling down on its own. My body is finally catching up with my mind. Just existing isn’t a struggle anymore. I’m a weird gooey mess, and, yes, there’s plenty that’s uncomfortable, but I’m doing good. It’s way too long since I’ve been able to say that.

I ache all over. Parts of me have changed completely, mostly skin and muscles. My organs are still mostly untouched – but even there the filaments of fluid are everywhere, and they’re getting denser all the time. My whole body is equally sensitive to touch now. Before, my hands and face were the most sensitive, as usual, but now it’s all the same. I can feel the same amount of detail wherever.

And the parts that changed? That’s where things get interesting.

When I’m not paying attention, they stay as a sort of smooth shiny version of human skin, and underneath have the same texture as human flesh. At a glance, you might not notice the difference, not with human senses. My shifter body is defaulting to human form, which I suppose makes sense since it needs to keep the human parts of me alive until everything is converted. Wouldn’t want it all falling apart half way through.

When I do pay attention, I can make things change. I relax – but it’s not my muscles I’m relaxing, it’s my form. There’s no other word for it. The parts of me that changed get softer and more flexible. Let go completely, and they turn completely fluid.

And now for the goo-d part!

To my hands (which are still human), the fluid feels viscous, but not wet or oily or sticky – there’s no residue. When completely relaxed, it’s almost as thick as syrup. It’s cooler to the touch than normal human body temperature, but that feels fine. Right now it’s always slightly paler than my skin – I haven’t figured out how to change colour yet. I can push my fingers – or other things – all the way into the fluid, and the pressure is comfortable. Squeeze it between my fingers, and it’ll slowly mould into shape against them.

Except this is part of me. I don’t just have to squish passively around things – I can change shape on purpose, and resist external forces. Right now my hands are stronger than the fluid – I can mess up any form I’m trying to hold just by squeezing it with my fingers – but I’ve got the feeling that’s going to change. I can feel everything I touch, in more detail than I could with my human fingers before all this started.

When I tense up fully – not really the right word, but it’s the best I’ve found – it all becomes solid again. I’m back in my usual human form. I’m aware that I’m actively holding this form now – it’s no longer just a passive default. For this form, it’s almost effortless. Other forms are harder. That’s going to take practice.

* * *

I lie down on the sofa. I relax, and let go of my form. All the parts of me that can be fluid, are. I focus on one part, and stretch it out over the nearby skin. My human parts can only move how the muscles and joints allow, but the fluid is completely flexible, and I can move or shape it in any direction. There is no difference between moving and shaping – they’re the same thing.

I stretch out further to form a little tentacle, curling out from my side, and lift it up to poke at other parts of my body – which I’m fully aware of because of my sense of form. I feel my way over the sofa to a little table. Occasionally I can taste what I’m touching – which my brain still insists is coming from my mouth, just to confuse things. The table is wooden, which tastes weird – though not bad, like I imagine it would if I tried to bite it. There’s a lamp there, and closer to the lamp, I can tell it’s lighter – eventually that’ll become sight. I try to push my way into a join in the wood, but can’t. I’m limited to big blobby shapes for now – fine control will come later.

But the biggest limit is that I’m working with a fixed amount of fluid. Shifters can get much bigger or much smaller, so that’ll change eventually – and don’t even ask how the physics of that works – but for the moment, anything I move into one place has to come from somewhere else. If I want a bigger tentacle, say, something like the length of my arm, I’ll need a whole bunch more goo than I’ve got in any one place.

So I stretch my tentacle towards another patch of goo, and stretch out that patch till they’re touching. Now there’s an arch of goo between two parts of my body. Then I let go at the bottom of the second patch, and it all merges together into one longer limb. And that’s fine – goo is goo, it doesn’t belong in one place or another – though now there’s a big gap in my side where I took it all from, right down to the level that’s still human. A thin layer of fluid that I can’t move holds the human parts in, and the network of tendrils spreads out from there through the inside of my body. Not that I’m bothered by the gap – the shifter part of me already doesn’t have a fixed form, and as long as the human parts aren’t disturbed, I feel comfortable however.

But one thing I noticed pretty quickly – all the parts of me that have changed, whether fluid or solid, have to stay connected to each other. Still-human patches of skin, like my hands, don’t count as connected, which is why I have to move the fluid around the way I do. I can’t disconnect any of it completely from the rest of me. I’ll be able to do that eventually, but right now even thinking about that feels like a really bad idea, at a deep level I’m not going to mess with. That’ll come later.

So I repeat the process all over my body, till: tentacle complete! And now for phase two:

I reach over to the table, wrap my tentacle around a glass, carefully pick it up, and take a sip. It’s taken me days to get this far without spilling things everywhere. I put the glass down – and can’t help giggling. It worked! Callie the tentacle monster!

I know exactly what I want to try next. I manage to split the end of my tentacle in two. Because what’s an arm but a tentacle with fingers, after all?

I form the rough shape of a hand. Five fingers is too much to focus on all at once, so four will have to do. Bones would be helpful here, too. I know how bones feel, because I know how everything in me feels. I tense up to make the middle of each section more solid – though the fingers are so small that’s really pushing the limits of what I can do. Then I manage to solidify the outside into shiny smooth ‘skin’.

However hard I try, I can’t do fine details yet, so it ends up looking more like a cartoon arm than a human one. But it’s unmistakably an arm.

I move it slowly, making sure to hold the form as I do, and close the fingers around one of my other arms.

And if three arms, why not more? Collect more goo, repeat, and:

I’ve got four arms! Oh my god I’ve got four arms! And it wasn’t even that hard – since I already know what an arm feels like, and this is just… more of them. And it feels great! My mind has no problem at all adapting, as long as I remember to hold the form. I get up and walk around, slightly giddy. I grin at myself in the mirror. I pick things up, shake my own hands crosswise, hug myself – and I’d hug someone else, too, if there was anyone around. I take a few photos – though I use my old hands for that; wouldn’t have the dexterity yet in my new ones – and guess who’s got transition photos, at last!

After a few minutes I’m exhausted, and let everything go. I’m aching all over again. My arms turn fluid, and I slowly pull it all back to my body. I slump on the sofa, goo hanging out all over the place. Yeah, I’m a mess. There are gaps all over my body where I’ve taken the fluid from. But I’m grinning, and can barely believe I actually did it.

Now that I’m not holding a form, the fluid is balancing out, slowly moving through the filaments inside my body till all the gaps are filled and I look human again. Back to the default, for now. But even though I’m limited, even though I can’t do much yet, there’s a huge difference between ‘fixed form’ and ‘default form’, and I’m already so much more comfortable. Now just to wait for the rest!

* * *

When the urge to absorb things comes on, well, I still can’t, but now at least I can go half way. I can flow around things, hold them inside my body, squeeze them as tightly as I can, until I’ve fitted myself to all the details down to the limits of what I can feel. I think that’s all the detail I could handle right now. And it helps. The dysphoria isn’t as bad, and at least I can do part of what my body wants. Things with complex shapes and lots of little holes are best. I can sit there for hours just doing that. I’m easily entertained.

I’ve told more of my friends, and even hinted to some of my family. As for work, fortunately I’ve been working from home since my job went remote during lockdown, so once again it’s put on a safe face for the camera while absolutely anything could be going on off screen, just like in my first transition – and oh boy, if only they knew! How many arms or legs have I got today? They don’t need to know! Or pretending to be all serious with my boss while twisting and flowing through half a dozen gratings I picked up somewhere – they have no idea! No idea at all.

And as for the rest – I’m tired now. Shapeshifting takes a lot out of me when I’ve never done it before, who’d have guessed. But I’m definitely not human anymore – and now no one can deny it.

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It's back! I won't be posting as regularly as the first time round – but hopefully there won't be any more months-long gaps between posts like with this one. So: coming soon, Part 8: Return to Hyper City!

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[deezy1478]

happy valentine's day! here's some husbands shooting the shit on their honeymoon:

“Was this the dumbest idea ever?” said Jim, wheeling his suitcase to one side as he looked round the room. It was the cheapest, most bare bones one they had – the kind they used to stay in when they traveled for a show, stretching the leftover money as far as it would go on booze and takeout and maybe a new video game when they got back home.

“The motel or marrying me?” said Dustin, closing the door behind them. Jim elbowed him in the stomach and Dustin took it in his stride, swinging his overnight bag against the wall and passing Jim with a hand on the small of his back. “Money changed you, man. Look at this – a microwave? A whole bed to ourselves?” he said, sitting down on it and giving an experimental bounce. The springs squeaked unpleasantly. “Aw, fuck yeah. That takes me back.”

He lay back against the pillows and held a hand out for Jim, and there was just barely enough space for him to wriggle against Dustin’s side until he found a position that didn’t make his back start to seize up. When he was settled they chatted a little about the more memorable motels they’d stayed in – the one with rats as big as Walter, the one that smelled mysteriously of cheese, the one where Jim had gotten bitten to shit by bedbugs the night before a match – and then they leaned back to find shapes in the water stains on the ceiling like they used to.

“Don’t ask me how I know this, but… that one kinda looks like Dan Barry’s dick,” said Dustin, pointing at a fat, blobby one near the window.

“Don’t ask me how I know this, but… yeah, you’re kinda right.” Dustin turned his head so fast his neck twinged and Jim’s mouth went all tight, letting him stew for a good few seconds. “He sent me a picture once. By accident. Meant to go to Jess but he hit Jim.”

“Uh huh,” said Dustin. “Mm hm. That right.”

“What, you think he was shooting his shot?” said Jim, turning and grinning at him. “You’re saying I missed the Dan Barry train?”

“I think you did, dude. Could’ve ridden that thing into the sunset.” He gestured to the ceiling blob. “Could’ve ridden that thing into the sunset.”

Jim shuddered and elbowed him again.

They ordered takeout and Dustin collected it from the front desk – a couple of Taco Bell value boxes and a Red Bull each from the vending machine in the hall, really leaning into the bit – maybe a little too hard, Dustin thought as they both lay back on the bed when they’d finished and the lumpy mattress dug in between his shoulders, but whatever. They’d both been feeling a little nostalgic in the run-up to the wedding, driving off-route a bit on the way to the motel from the courthouse so they could pass by the old Legion Hall in Hellertown where they’d both been booked on the same card for the first time.

“Hey,” he nudged Jim. “Do you actually remember that day? The Chikara Young Lions tag thing?”

“Sure,” said Jim, because of course he did. Dustin had been sifting through his memories since they’d pulled up outside it, trying to pick out those specific couple matches from all the others he’d had in there over the years and hoping he’d remember a flash of bright blonde hair or a weird, honking laugh from across the changing room, but nope. At this point it all felt like it had all happened at least three lifetimes ago.

“Do you remember me there?” he asked.

“Yeah,” said Jim, because of course he did. “I watched one of your matches from behind the curtain. Some guy in the crowd was trying to start shit the whole way through, shouting at you – and you climbed up to the top turnbuckle, looked right at him and yelled tug my balls, asshole. Then you did a moonsault and got the pin.”

Dustin smiled over at him. “And you saw all that and thought, I’m gonna marry that guy some day.”

Jim smiled back “Pretty much,” he said, and Dustin had to look away, back up at the ceiling – thinking about all the years stretching between that moment and their first kiss.

“Jesus. I was a dumbass for so fuckin’ long.”

“Nah,” said Jim, quietly. “Wouldn’t change any of it.” He knocked the back of his hand against Dustin’s. “But sometimes I think, like… what if we could’ve – y’know. If… never mind.”

“No, go on.”

Jim was quiet for a moment. “Do you ever wish…” he said eventually, “or do you ever think about, like – what would you do now with a twenty-two year old me?”

“Uh,” said Dustin, “probably give him a juice box. Y’know… ask what his favourite dinosaur is.” Jim snort-laughed. “Had your balls even dropped by then?”

“One of them had, for sure.” Dustin turned his head, grinning, about to ask which ball but Jim had a funny little look on his face that made him stall. “You really wouldn’t…?” he asked, trailing off.

“What, you think I wanna throw my back out trying to keep up with li’l baby Cipps?” said Dustin. Just thinking about it made him want to slam a bottle of Aleve. “Li’l flippy baby Cipps? Cartwheeling round the bed?”

Jim huffed through his nose. “I just thought… I dunno.” He looked back up at the ceiling. “I was like… bendier, back then. And stuff.”

Dustin reached over and gave Jim’s chest a slap like it was the hood of an old car. “Still bendy enough for me.”

“Yeah?” said Jim, and he tried to smile but something wasn’t quite right – something still lingering at the edges of it.

Dustin rolled onto his side and looked down at him – at the thin lines across his forehead and at the corner of his eyes; the creases that ran from either side of his nose to his mouth that he’d catch Jim pulling at in the bathroom mirror.

“Hey,” he said, cupping Jim’s jaw and tilting it gently towards him. “Gonna be after you in the nursing home, Cipps. Chasing you down with my zimmer frame.”

Jim laughed then, bright and goofy and wrinkly as fuck, and even after ten years it still hit Dustin like a mack truck that Jim had kissed him back on purpose, moved in with him on purpose, said yes on purpose, said I do on purpose.

And now he was lying next to him in a shitty motel bed on their honeymoon on purpose and looking up at him, waiting for whatever came next, and Dustin had no idea where they’d be in ten, fifteen, twenty years – God knows he could only hope they had that long – but he knew about the next few hours. He knew about the next five minutes. He knew about the next few seconds as he leaned in and kissed Jim, wrapping an arm around his warm, narrow hips.

[friendlyfox34]

(Here’s a sneak peak to a new Sprunki story/AU that I’m working on.)

It was late at night, and Melody was out stargazing. She was sitting in the grass while taking in the view of the stars. As she sat there, she heard a weird noise. She looked around to see where the noise came from. She stood up and walked.

Melody: Is someone there?

As she walked, she spotted a small, open box. Melody gets closer to examine it, and to her surprise, she saw what looked like a small purple blob. She kneeled down to it. “What’s a purple blob doing in the middle of the town?”, she thought. It wiggled around and it looked up at her with its small beady eyes.

Melody: Hey, buddy. What brings you here?

The blob wiggles around again as it makes a soft trilling noise, greeting her.

Melody: I’ve never seen anything like you before.

Melody managed to take it out of the box, and it climbs up into her hands. It snuggles into her hands as it stares at her with its small beady eyes, purring a bit. It seems the blob was happy that she noticed it, and happy that it found a friend.

Melody: Hm, you’re actually kinda cute. I think I’ll call you.. Blobby.

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

Can I request a short fic of Egon Spengler x Fem reader who is also a doctor but works at a hospital as a surgeon or something similar. She could go to the ghostbusters reporting a patient that she got close with prior to their death had become attached to her and stays in her apartment, but this is extremely bothersome and uncomfortable for (reader). Egon could be fascinated by her intellect and he doesn’t want to lose contact with her after their work is done.

Oh hoho ofc you can!

“Call me?”

You were a doctor and the long hours and needy patients truly did test your patience sometimes. You took comfort in the fact you could get home and collapse while listening to your records and read Tolbins Spirit Guide.

Recently you had a patient you were close with pass away. At the time you didn’t realize his spirit had connected itself to you. There was no signs of any attachment. That night you were home alone when you heard noises in the kitchen. You opened your head in but nothing was wrong,you conclude you’re just tired and head to bed.

But even then you feel like someone slips under the covers with you. You eventually fall asleep, and when you wake up your apartment is a complete mess. Confusion crosses your mind until you find ectoplasmic residue on your kitchen counters. A quick flip through Tolbins tells you it’s a spirit that’s moved on, just by the colour of said residue.

Course you just assume that it’s a one off. That was until it became a daily thing. You felt uncomfortable showering, or even changing in your own bathroom or bedroom. You felt constantly watched, unless you were at work. And it went on for about two months before you caved and called them. The Ghostbusters. It was an interesting call to say the least, a deadpan secretary who was not helpful whatsoever, saying she should have called sooner and the ghostbusters would be there soon.

Back at the firehouse Janine pressed the alarm button, and as Ray rushed by she passed him the paper with the address on. 55 Central West. Again? The Shandor Building kept popping up in most of their ventures out. Ray didn’t say anything and hopped into the Ecto 1 with Egon. They didn’t need the whole team to investigate something that sounded so small.

You were pacing your living room when a knock at the door startled you. You calmed yourself before you opened the door and let them in.

“Thank you for coming. And not thinking I’m crazy.”

Ray nodded and gave a comforting smile as he looked around. You left them to it and sat in the living room, tired from all the activity this ghost seemed to cause. Egon followed suit and sat with you, he could see the mental effects said apparition was giving you, he pulled out his PKE meter and its little antennae shot up. It was pointed directly at you, and you were still in your nurses uniform.

“I think I found the object it’s anchored to..we will have to draw it out, You don’t mind taking it off do you?”

You shook your head and took your white coat off, throwing it to him. The beeping lowered when the device was pointed to you, so it was your doctors jacket! Now the pieces were falling together

“I think I know what’s going on. I had a patient die a few months ago, he was very attached to me. I think it’s his spirit that’s attached to that coat”

If there was one thing Egon wasn’t expecting was you to know how paranormal things worked or how they happened..and yet…you did? Egon hummed and motioned for her to stand clear of the coat as he and Ray blasted it. A bluey blobby apparition shot out and Ray managed to contain it as Egon rolled out the trap. An easy job for today..but even as you paid them for their service Egon couldn’t stop thinking about how smart you were, and how easy you read people like a book.

“Are you okay Dr Spengler? You looked lost in thought”

Egon looked at you and hummed before pulling something out of his pocket. It had his personal number on it, or that’s what you assumed…it certainly wasn’t the ghostbuster headquarters number. You looked back up at him and he had a little dumb grin on his face

“Call me?”

[winterumi]

Wet hades aka Poseidon.

Testing out design ideas right now.

Design discussion below the cut. Lots of yapping!

Image 1

Since I like ATLA, I wanted to give him thos waterbender hair loopies. Long hair Poseidon definitely looks better than short, and is more fun to draw; I want to give it some water like elements, both from the way it moves (were I to animate) and how it kinda can just float in the air (like the MLP princessess' manes). He has certified luscious locks. (He probably uses Pantene or something.)

The hair loopies connect to the back of his head where they join to be a small braid. My original design had a longer one, but I found that to be too akin to my Circe design.

'Crown' is sort of based on the shape of a trident. Without it, his head looked a bit too 'flat' so I wanted to include something. The design for the 'crown' may change.

Above his elbows are sort of golden cuff/bracelets. From below the cuffs, I headcanon that he uses his waterbending (yes I'm going to call it waterbending) to cover his arms and he can manipulate the water to be any sort of shape, be it giving his water hands claws or elongation them into tentacles. I believe this is what Katara did at some point.

Image 2

Similarly so to the first one. Hands are clawed from using the water manipulation thing. Though I headcanon that his limbs would look more blobby, being surrounded by a coating of water, in the interest of my artistic liberty, I kept the refined look. On that forearm, you can sort of make out the sea foam ripple that I've included in his hair- this indicates power being used and also for artistic liberty!

Rib like tattoos are inspired by some art I saw elsewhere. These would glow and I will likely alter the pattern to make them more fish-boned structure.

Though I think of gods' eyes being a solid color, I think it makes for more effective art when they do have pupils for some, and perhaps when they use their powers, their eyes glow and become one color. So that's what I'm going with now.

[bogleech]

Heya bogleech! Recently me and my brother found these at a second hand store for 5 bucks, and we’re wondering if you know what they are?

They say “C 1983 Marty Toy Hong Kong 7001” on the back. Found ‘em in a plastic bag with no other identifying information.

I gotta redo my ancient article about them because they are in fact huge to my childhood, or at least that pink one is! My mother surprised me with it one day, and said it was called "an ugg." She also said there were others she thought were too scary, but I never saw them anywhere. I still have my original one:

It took until my teens and the internet to find out what they really were, but there isn't any one single answer! The same company rereleased them under different names including "The Ugglys Family" and "Lil' Bendable Gremlin Creatures," then I think some other companies started bootlegging them under still other logos for a while. What fucks me up to this day though is that somehow I didn't notice "Ugg" had lips until my 20's. I thought he only had the weird trunk thing. My mind still wants to gloss over the lips you can see underneath it. No. To me he will always have a mouth like an anime cicada.

I'm certain this is the one my mother thought would have creeped me out too much:

I don't know where my mom got the name "ugg" because the only release to give them names (that I can find) has my first one as "Ooggy," and the squid face one you also found is named "Okky!" (Creepy sludge one is Blobby)

[bedoballoons]

Hi I'm the Anon who asked for Newt briefcase hcs I just wanted to say thank you for doing that probably confusing request lmao

How about Anemo boys + aether and neuvillet with gn darling who has SCP 999 as a pet

It wasn't that confusing don't worry!! Im just glad you enjoyed it and I hope you like this one too! Sorry it took so long...but thank you for your request! <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🍂

{༻~SCP 999~༺}

CW: Mostly fluffy, descriptions of living blobs! GN! Reader! Cursing!

Also in case you don't know what it is, SCP 999 is a friendly orange blob type of SCP and one quick google search of it will show you just how adorable it is!

(Includes: Xiao, Wanderer, Kazuha, Heizou, Venti, Aether, and Neuvillette!)

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𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed, trying desperately not to giggle or give in to your blobs attempts to make him laugh...no matter how much it tried to tickle him and use it's aroma to drug him with happiness he wouldn't let it work. "Where did you find this... thing again?"

"Just wandering around outside this guarded place...come on Xiao you know you want to smile! Give into the laughter!!"

"Absolutely not....wait what? A guarded place? Are you sure they weren't being kept in there? What if they are dangerous?"

"Xiao, they have been cuddling you for ten minutes...pretty sure it isn't dangerous. I think they like you!"

𑁍༄Wanderer:

"What the fuck is that..." Wanderer stared at the blobby orange pile of goop next to you, his face twisted into a almost disgusted look as it watched him with large round eyes and a cute smile, you could tell the little one just wanted to be friends with him...but convincing him to agree would be difficult.

"They are my friend, I found them outside of a security building...lost and sad, all alone. I had to help them! Come on, you know they are cute!" You patted the blobs head, making it jiggle while it's smile grew, truthfully the cutest little thing you'd ever seen.

"Did you just say you found it...near a SECURITY BUILDING???"

𑁍༄Kazuha:

"Do you think they feel emotions? Such as agony, happiness...loneliness? Do you think they have family?" Kazuha threw a stick a couple feet away, watching with a distant look in his eyes as the blob hurried after it like a puppy playing fetch. In truth you'd wondered the same thing for awhile now...did your little friend have a family? Had you taken them away from it...or had you saved them from something that had made their family non existent?

"I know they can feel emotions. Right now they are clearly happy and when I first found them they seemed sad, but for all I know I read it wrong...what if I took them away from their home?"

"I think the more accurate wording...is you gave them a home. You tend to do that...for more than just new creatures."

𑁍༄Heizou:

"From a secure building you say? Perhaps we should investigate it further? There could be more entities like your friend..." Heizou stared at the orange blob, truthfully less concerned with finding more of them and far more concerned with finding out if their occurrence was due to illegal experiments. It could be a big bust if his intuition was correct...and it almost always was.

"Yeah but Heizou it was incredibly guarded, like people with guns..."

"Guns hmm? I'll call in back up then, I have a feeling what you saw was more than just a secure base."

𑁍༄Venti:

"Oh wow...that's a interesting creature...um what is it?" Ventis words showed his confusion, in all his years of living he'd never really seen anything like your little friend, sure slimes could bare resemblance but...something was off about this particular blob. Something in its eyes...like it had seen unbearable things..

"I'm not really sure what they are, I found them by accident while I was adventuring. They were wandering around the forest and looked hungry, so I gave them a bunch of fruits. You should see it Venti! They just dissolve!" You reached into your bag, digging around for a apple you knew you had in there.

"It...dissolves things???"

𑁍༄Aether:

"Awwe they are kinda cute..." Aether said, smiling sweetly as he kneeled in front of the orange glob, "Hi there little buddy, you want some food?"

You felt your heart swell at the sight...everyone else had said you'd made the wrong choice saving the little blob, but Aether was different...he saw them the same as any other creature, something who deserved to be treated with kindness. "Aren't they adorable? I've never seen anything like it before so I was a little scared they might be harmful, but I don't think they'd hurt a fly."

"I don't see them hurting anyone either, here you go little buddy." Aether tossed a sunsettia into the air, chuckling sweetly as the blob caught it and dissolved it with a happy smile.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

"Ahem,...you say it has special properties?" Neuvillette looked down at the orange blob, wondering how such a being could exist...if it really was a natural occurrence and if it's friendly nature was only mere show and deep down it held a much more nefarious purpose.

"Yep!! If you hug them, they release these yummy scents and it makes you feel happy! They can also tickle you and they loovvee to play fetch!"

"You say it produces different scents? Does that mean it could possibly release toxins as well?"

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more on early part arrangements, this time from the 2005 gdc demonstration

edit several hours too late i fixed a wrong word

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curiously the early cell parts are grouped by the mouth, movement and weapon parts. theres no eyes here at all, even though the cell itself has eyes. not sure where the eyes would be

also a cell can just. not have a mouth. i guess

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the willosaur's fins are called bp_foot_claws_web in swimmingtripod.obj found in GonzagoGL. so i guess theyre, more broadly, also movement parts (in final all of the feet parts are called movement parts internally, and also include some fin* parts. this sounds like the reverse?)

here are some parts finally. at this moment there are only four graspers, which includes one on the willosaur's tail. the other ones include a fairly generic four-fingered hand (i sure wish this was in final), a mantis claw looking thing, and a crab claw looking thing (which is mostly in final). will wright describes the willosaur grasper as "having a little bit of a weapon ability"

much like in 2006, the legs dont have any feet or graspers attached to them by default. and curiously theres a limb with one joint, one with two joints and one with three joints. no limbs come in final with only one joint, though theyre easily achievable by holding ctrl; i get them removing it as a default selectable limb just because limbs with one joint tend to animate strangely

heres the feet. the top left one is actually pretty similar to a final foot Scarmaker, and so is the hoof on the bottom (conceptually moreso than visually as its still pretty different from Cloppity), but the rest are fairly generic. i dont see the foot claws web here for some reason. will wright picks the middle left one, which just has claws but definitely no webs

also will wright does refer to foot claws web as fins here

also on a semi related note it feels like the parts rather easily go asymmetric, but this could also be early editor build jank

the centered foot also had a rotation ring, though it does that in final too

the final part category is actually just brains, which were originally used for the progresion through creature stage. you unlock more and better brains here, as opposed to the final just showing the brain in cutscenes throughout creature stage

unfortunately will wright doesnt show how you even select the brain (though the smallest one appeaers to be highlighted), or whether you drag it onto the creature or not. he just instantly skips from the editor to tribal stage. ah the beauty of this all actually being a semi playable mockup......

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on the topic of other parts, the other creatures shown off have more feet than actually available, like this guy here with these two-toed feet that look similar to one in final too (specifically twopaw with morph handles). also a bunch of spikes that wer basically carried over too. im not sure whats going on with its mouth

this one has a lot of parts that really resemble final parts, being scarmaker and toucant and featherbluster. its hard to tell with the eyes. the beaks and feathers look rather different from final still

side note this one is basically just Tweety in the final game

this one also looks like it has twopaw with morph handles, also some nose and ear parts. i dont know what the mouth is

this one has the mantis claws graspers, and the scarmakers again

this one also seems to have willosaur eyes, which are called bp_eye_tripod even

the care bear here doesnt seem to have anything recognizeable from the final game, though the graspers and the blobby-looking feet look pretty similar to some creepy & cute parts. its possible that the c&c parts took inspiration from these ones, much like how one of the eyes looks a lot like the willosaur eyes too

i feel like the head is just one entire part added for a joke? it looks like one mesh and doesnt blink