#dapper blob

[adapperblob]

One of the biggest curses of being autistic for me is that food doesn't stay hot.

What do you mean I have to cook AND THEN eat it?!

Don't I get a period of rest? Don't I deserve to prepare myself for the act of eating?

But no, if I do that, it won't be hot. So while I've spent many years eating cold food, hot food just has this certain oomph to it.

Life is unfair 😔

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

My favorite character design is when they're in a full suit and they're just. Silhouette.

[fullmoonfireball]

trying to get myself to draw again so . chipi 👍

[sexy-monster-fucker]

Consorts [Part 3]

The Ghoul|Cooper Howard x F!Bounty Hunter!Reader

Part 1 // Part 2 // <- -> // Part 4 // Part 5 //

Summary: The Reader and Cooper continue on their travels before running into some of the men hunting them down. One of them get hurt and they must retreat.

a/n: apologies in advance for this leaving on a slutty cliff hanger lmao

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Cooper stood before you. Dapper in his attire, cleaned up in a suit and tie. His face was the same, but he bared a bright white smile. You were dressed in a vintage housewife dress, your hair fixed in an updo. It felt like a scene from one of those old black and white shows you used to watch.

He took one of your hands in his, the other going to the small of your back. He dipped you before beginning a ballroom-esc dance. Twirling you around, your dress dancing along.

"You look gorgeous," his twang falling off his tongue. You giggled at him. "My gorgeous wife," he kissed your collar.

"I love you, Cooper," your eyes stared into his. His grin painted his whole face, he leaned in for a kiss, "I lov-"

Your body jerked you awake.

You sat up quickly, looking around. Cooper was standing a few meters off hunched over something it looked like he was eating. You did not want to bother him knowing he was most likely feasting on something that would turn your stomach. Adjusting your clothes, putting your jacket back on as you stood up. You rolled your neck, stretching your shoulders and legs.

Cooper looked over his shoulder seeing you had finally woke up. He finished his mess then headed over to you. "'Bout time you got up," he strutted over to you. You gave him a halfway side-eye, how unamused you were written on your face.

"We've got a hell-of-a-lot more walking to do," he took a hit of his meds, "Hope you're ready, doll."

You nodded.

The two of you began walking. Sand and debris was the only thing you saw for hours. Mostly silence between the two of you made the travel all that more tiring.

You heard a strange sound in the distance. Cooper was humming some tune a few steps ahead of you.

"Do you hear that?" You questioned him.

He stopped in his tracks, stopping his whistling. It sounded like... footsteps charging in the sand.

Cooper looked around, seeing some blobs heading directly at you two. "Oh for fuck's sake," he grabbed his guns. You looked where he was, seeing the men charging you. All of them fully armed. You groaned, throwing your head back and grabbing your gun.

Cooper began firing at them, sweeping past one of their legs. Causing him to trip and the rest of the group to freak out. Muffled angry sounds came from them. Bullets started flying towards you and Cooper. Both of you pretty much unprotected, but confident in how bad of a shot those men were.

As they centered in on you, they began separating. You grabbed one of the grenades off your belt, pulling the pin and throwing it into the feet of the group approaching you. It sent them flying, blowing one of their legs off.

Cooper chuckled seeing their bodies go flying. He fired both guns, hitting man after man. They stumbled as he hit their legs and arms. They shot back smaller weapons until you saw one of them pullout a real gun. Not some tiny thing, something that would hurt.

Bang.

A bullet fired directly toward you.

Cold.

A cold pain shot down your arm. Like your body was in shock at the wound. Right through your shoulder. Your hand instinctively covered it, you pulled your hand away.

Blood.

Dark red, almost brown.

"Fuck," you exclaimed breathlessly. You stumbled a little to the ground, pain flushing your whole body. Cooper looked to you, his eyes widening seeing the red painting your shoulder. His jaw hung open, a glimmer of concern painted his expression seeing you hurt.

"Fuckers," Cooper began firing his guns rapidly at the men in front of him, each bullet piercing them multiple times. His demeanor changed, like he was angrier than ever before. You watched as all the men who had been chasing you flew to the ground. The desert sands painted red with their blood. A dozen corpses laid before you. Once every single one of them was good and dead, Cooper turned around to face you.

"Can you walk, sweetheart?" He kneeled in front of you, looking in your eyes to read whether or not you'd lie about how you were feeling.

You nodded, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

"There's a settlement a few paces up from here. Make it there and you can rest for the night," he looked over his shoulder almost double checking that they were all dead.

You could not deny the slight embarrassment that formed in the pit of your stomach. You were supposed to be a strong bounty hunter and here you are kneeling on the ground with a bullet shot through your shoulder. Worse, your number one competition was the one who had to save you.

Cooper walked over to one of the corpses, ripping the skin and taking a bite. You stared mindlessly. Moments like this reminded you how bad things really were here. Your road companion could not survive without having to eat someone else.

You knew if he ever had to, he would do that to you.

You shook that thought off.

He walked back over to you, bending down to help you up. He was being so gentle with you. You winced slightly causing him to slow down helping you. Your arm was limp at your side as you stood. You rolled your neck, squinting your eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart." He walked with you. The whole way keeping pace with you, shooting a glance at you every time you made a slightly off noise. You eventually came upon the settlement he had spoke of, only it was completely empty. Only decaying bodies of people remained.

"Guess we got the whole place to ourselves," Cooper's hands went on his hips. He led you into what looked like an old house. Shooting his gun into the ceiling to make sure no one remained. No response.

Cooper helped you into an abandoned room. Dark other than a slight glow coming in through a single window in the room. An older mattress and a nightstand were the only things in the room. Once you got sat, Cooper went looking through the house for a form of something to mend your wound. You could hear his heavy boots throughout the entire house.

"I need to bandage you up," he spoke across the room. You looked at him. Hesitantly, you took your jacket off laying it on the mattress behind you. You unbuttoned the shirt underneath, leaving you in an exposed white tank-top. Stained around the shoulder with your deep red blood. He joined you, standing at the edge of where you sat. He wetted a piece of cloth, dabbing your wound. You gritted your teeth.

"Clean through you," he mumbled.

You watched as he gently cleaned your wound the best he could. You found yourself admiring how he was treating you. He was brash and coarse most moments, but right now he felt soft. Like he was worried about you.

His eyes looked up yours before directing back to your shoulder. For the moment your eyes met, it felt like everything slowed down. Like he was truly taking care of you. Eyes checking to make sure he was not hurting you.

He wrapped a dry piece of the same cloth around your wound, gently lifting your arm to make sure it was on properly.

"Thank you, Cooper," you breathed out. His eyes shot up at your face. Jaw slightly hanging open like he wanted to say something he could not. Slightly hooded eyes stared into yours. He lifted his hand from your shoulder as if he was going to caress your face, before swiftly putting it back down, "Have to make sure you're able to fire tomorrow." He turned his head. A small smile creeped on your face as you looked at him.

Cooper swallowed and cleared his throat. He stood up suddenly, his back to you. "Get some rest," he mumbled through his hand.

"What are you going to do?" You asked as you scooted back onto the mattress. You laid back, stretching your body out.

"I-" he looked over his shoulder at you. He could swear his cock jumped in his pants. Your body on display, skin-tight shirt showing off your breasts, unbuttoned pants showing your pantyline, your hair disheveled, sweat decorating every inch of your exposed skin. He took a deep breath, composing himself. "I'm going to keep watch," he spoke monotonous.

"You could try and get a little rest yourself," you grumbled, "We have a pretty big day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Doesn't matter," he spoke stern, "Can't trust anyone, anywhere." You huffed at him. You rested your eyes, not quite ready to go to sleep. Your shoulder ached, pulsing under your skin. Silence filled the room around you. Your mind wondered to who Cooper was before the war. You knew he had been around longer than most people. Maybe he did not even remember who he was. You wondered if he had a family. If he had any hobbies. What his favorite drink was. You wondered what made him him.

Time passed. Your mind wandered imaging Cooper with hair. The image of him from your dream stuck with you. You bet he was charismatic. Somehow your body was still fighting sleep. Maybe it was the adrenaline from getting shot.

"No one's coming, Coop," you sighed, throwing your legs over the side of the bed.

"Why the hell are you getting up," he walked over to be standing in front of you. "I'm grown," you scoffed.

"Yes, I know that," he rolled his eyes, "I just want you to rest. I don't wanna hear you bitching tomorrow about how bad your shoulder hurts when you won't even lay down for a few hours."

Your head fell forward, eyes in your lap. Cooper stood in the same spot, waiting for you to lay back down.

Doe eyes stared up at him now. The slight light coming through the window illuminated half his face. You watched as his tongue wetted his dry lips. Hooded eyes stared down at you. Warmth washed over your body as you stared at him. "Don't give me those sad eyes," tilting his head. Neither of you were backing down. Both refusing to give into the other.

"What do I gotta do to get you to lay down?" Cooper blew his breath out. You thought of a hundred things you could say to him, ranging from snarky to sexy.

"Sit here and talk to me," you whispered. Cooper's expression softened. Something neither of you had done since reuniting: talked. You went straight into the mission back on the run. You had learned his name, but other than that there was nothing else but minor arguments and groans of disdain.

He clamped his teeth together, looking towards the window. He gestured at you to scoot down on the mattress, "This is stupid." Normally that would have angered you, but in this moment you could not help but smile at him. He was slightly slouched, his elbows resting on his knees.

"Why didn't you turn me in to those guys?" you questioned looking at his hands. You caught him off guard. He stammered slightly, "I-I... You're more important for me to keep you. Besides they would have just came back for me."

Important to him...

You nodded at his response. Thinking it over.

"What did you used to look like?" you smirked at him. If looks could kill, you would be dead. His head sped around to look at your face. He exhaled a slight chuckle. He licked his lips, smiling slightly like the memories made him happy. "Handsome," he grinned for a moment. "Oh?" you laughed out. "Handsomer than any boy you've seen in the Wastelands, that's for sure. 'Kind of handsome that you'd see in the movies," he sat up straight looking at you. You giggled at him. He framed his face with his gloved hands, "Can't you see this on the big screen?" He faked a toothy smile at you.

For a moment you both felt human. Like the world was good.

You had never seen him smile as much as he did right now. Maybe you were both getting comfortable again. Sometimes people moved past bad moments in their past. Maybe you and Cooper could...

"You don't get to ask me all the questions now," Cooper cocked his head at you. You gestured for him to go on and ask. You saw smugness dance across his face. "How was that night?" he grinned. You rolled your eyes, cheeks getting red from the memory. You shoved his shoulder, "Is that all you ever think about?" Cooper chuckled, "Okay, okay... But-" "Oh my God!"

You both laughed together for a moment before silence washed over the room. Somewhere in the laughing his hand had ended up on your thigh. Heat radiated when you realized.

You looked at him with slightly hooded eyes, the light making your eyes glow in the darkness. Your mouth ran dry, you swallowed heavy. Tension so thick in the room that you were losing your breath.

"Do you ever think that..." Cooper started before stopping himself. He blew his breath out, standing up off the bed. He walked back over to the window, hands on his hips. He tapped his foot slightly. He was angry at himself. He wanted to be soft for you. He wanted to fuck you again. He wanted a life with you that he could not have anymore. You stared at him from the bed.

Things got too comfortable. You scared him off. He can't be soft for you, not how you want.

You stood up, taking your pants off. Cooper looked over, watching you strip down to your underwear. "I'll lay back down," you mumbled a little disappointed, "Thank you for looking out, Cooper." You curled up under the old blanket wishing you were wrapped in his arms. You took a deep breath. Forcing your eyes to squint shut.

Silence for only a moment.

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END//Part 3

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[ddashunknown]

Analyzing The Deltarune Chapter 3+4 Trailer Clips!

Deltarune Tomorrow will be a correct statement on June 4, 2025, meaning that next two chapter will release on June 5th!

In traditional fashion (I haven't posted Deltarune here for a while!), I will provide to you GIFs from the ENTIRE first trailer as individual GIFs, with a brief description of each from yours truly!

1. KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF!

The western dapper outfits return! Shoot at your target, 3 hearts at a time, to ERADICATE the enemy's socks & become sockless! Be careful as you have a limited amount of them! What IS limitless is the style points!

2. Insects?

3 strikes and something not ideal will happen! It looks like you'll need to control two insects at the same time to catch all the scribbled blobs. This is the one I've got the least to say about. I call Wacky Chapter 3 hijinks!

3. THE DELTA-ROCK!

A trifecta of musical mastery! Likely a Chapter 3 sequence, we see some more FIRE FITS, with a close-up of Kris & Ralsei jamming along! The stage just can't handle a larger, headbanging Susie. She shall go to TOWN on them regardless! 💥

4. DELTA WALL-CLIMBERS!

New types of sequences call for new animations! This is a high-stakes moment, so I'm quite confident this is a Chapter 4 sequence, likely in the church's dark world! These are the moments I'm the most hyped for. I WANT it and definitely do NOT need it (Lying, but only joking & coping)

5. Tenna's Televised TEETH!

A custom teeth animation that may or may not be exclusive to the trailer! I still wonder who Mike is, but am quite sure that Tenna is the main antagonist of this chapter. We'll see how their personality shapes out to be.

6. A Crusade Chase?!

Pairing the different lighting & decor stylization together points signs to the church once again. A high-stakes (crusade?) chase is upon us, and our heroes better run, BETTER RUN!

7. An Angel or a Titan?

This is what I believe is an endgame teaser, animated by Temmie, the Terrific! Some sort of face-off is happening here, with angel wings(?) parting to reveal the save symbol, which is also the face of the titans! An angel? A titan? THE KNIGHTS?! All of the above? Something else entirely? Your guess is as good as mine!

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That concludes my first contribution to the upcoming chapters of this game! We've been waiting and now Deltarune is too! From waiting to awaiting, I bid thee farewell! 💖

[backwardshatnick]

𝗄𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉

in which chris gets tangled in a cherry red mishap without getting himself wet and stained.

pairing: caterer!stand-up comedian!chris x photographer!social media campaigner!reader wc: 961 notes: this is a reintroduction for caterer!chris & stand-up comedian!chris :) i've decided to combine them both together into 1 character so i just have 1 au to settle with. series masterlist here! and no, i've not the slightest clue on how kool aid tastes like :p [divider credits to: @sister-lucifer]

The chaos, sheer willpower and bottomless mugs of caffeine were the base foundation of Boston’s Spring Ball Committee. Last minute preparations buzzing throughout the veins of every member, but especially in Christopher, a 22 year-old hospitality management student who had signed up to be part of the event’s refreshment unit.

From afar, he could be seen looking dapper and sharp in his light blue suit and pale yellow tie peaking through in between the buttoned lapels, something of high contrast from his daily laid-back look where he frequented caps and beanies, loose Ts and crewnecks and hoodies complete with distressed jeans. With hands balancing trays of pastel cupcakes and freshly baked croissants and a full glass jug of ice cold cherry Kool Aid, Chris attempted to manoeuvre his way through the ballroom, trying his best to dodge not only the rows of pirouetting students, but also other frantic committee members who were also darting through the dance floor trying to accomplish their responsibilities.

“Okay, you got this, Chris. Physics. Core strength. Stability. No sudden moves,” he uttered to himself.

Beside the DJ booth and endless rows of cocktail tables stood a girl in a pastel green dress, the bodice covered with chic beads and embroidery which trailed down to her mid-thigh, adding in to the vintage vibes that she had already established with her pinned-up hair. She was a sharp-eyed, or rather sharp-willed individual, a social media campaigner for the Spring Ball Committee who was determined to capture every glittering angle of the event with the camera that she had slung around her neck.

Except that her eyesight was not exactly reliable.

The 22 year-old media studies major squinted at the crowd, constantly tinkering her slender fingers around the zoom button as a click sound emanated with every shutter. She hated wearing her glasses, the inconvenience that it carried whenever she had to lie down in bed and how it got in the way of her “artistic vision” when things seem to not be how they were when she saw them in their obscure state.

Chris did not notice her standing near the punch table until it was too late.

In a hurried attempt to sidestep a toppled balloon arch, he stumbled, emptying the crystal urn of the red beverage as it splashed directly across the poor girl’s dress. Sure the jug only wobbled from the misfortune, tilted and tipped.

But the sage green shade of the dress had now become a growing blotch of putrid pickle hues. She did not flinch, not at all, but only blinked down at the spreading crimson patch on her belly as gasps echoed around the refreshments area.

“Who the fuck—” she mumbled, spinning in the direction of the commotion, but alas the faces that she were greeted with were nothing short of flesh-coloured blobs. Nonetheless, she continued adjusting her camera, making sure that none of the Kool Aid got caught onto the lens while ignoring the sticky drip crawling towards her cocoa-coloured ballet flats.

The brunette boy froze as he was overcame with guilt. His lips were quivering, mouth and tongue ready to form a string of pardons and confession before he started shrugging off his tuxedo coat to offer it as a makeshift apology. But before he could say a word and even remove both of his arms from his jacket, the girl had already briskly turned, waved him off like a fly as the camera lifted, covering her face as she continued to capture a group of dancers twirling beneath strings of fairy lights, head in the clouds as ears were drowned in the loud bass of Tame Impala’s Breathe Deeper.

The girl was determined and undeterred, distractions a big no-no for this big event and it did not matter if her biological lenses were blurry, it only mattered if her physical lenses were able to snap the moments that would look really good in the university’s weekly paper.

A Kool Aid-stained dress has never stopped me from working, she thought to herself.

Still at the cocktail table, Chris stood there dumbfounded with the light blue tux laying limp in his hand as he inspected through the crowd for the red-stained warrior who continued photographing the night with burning passion.

What neither of them realised was that despite her slightly blurry and camera-focused world, she kept on being drawn back to one figure. He was not a tall man, 6 feet barely there, but lean and slender with biceps hidden beneath his white dress shirt. He appeared to be lost at sea as the ones that he had on his face carried no emotions while he stood there, looking oddly disoriented amid the balloons, garlands, banners and confetti.

Through her lens, he looked… kind of cool. A little awkward? Yes. But it was the charming kind of awkward, as if he had just stepped into a matchmaking session of himself that was done in secrecy. She kept on clicking the shutter button, albeit unable to place a finger onto who he was as she was captivated by how he seemed to be an absolute opposite of the life of a party, just hovering about at the sidelines.

Little did she know that she was mesmerised by the very culprit who had turned her artwork of a dress into a newer abstract art piece, the crimson patches now looking like red comets of bad luck. The artist being the clueless boy who now has been promoted into the oblivious star of her accidental photo series, cheeks flushing a lighter tinge of scarlet, ironically the colour of the spilt drink that bore significance when the clink of pitchers in his hands had led to the click of pictures on her camera.

[mildlybizarrecorvid]

Okay SO

Strictly speaking, DeLorean isn’t a human. She’s what she herself calls a “projection of self”. That’s what happens when something has a consciousness, but not a brain to store it in - it gets “projected” outside of the thing itself. Also it’s completely immaterial, sadly.

(Why does she have a consciousness at all, or why is it humanlike, neither of us knows for sure. She thinks it’s because she was created by such a wide-eyed dreamer that he accidentally gave her a little more “self” than needed. And why she looks human - well, she had someone to base her mental image on, right?)

Because she technically doesn’t exist in a meaningful way, the movies aren’t affected at all. The moments when she shuts down or something - I incorporated them into the concept too!

For example, the moment in the first movie when the car breaks and Marty pleads it to go - I have two ways of seeing that:

1: “Kid, you can’t be serious. You STEAL me, you make me run out of plutonium, you hide me all alone behind that ugly billboard, you put this THING on my back - and now you want me to get struck by LIGHTNING. You know what? Screw you, that’s what! Not going anywhere, no. You got us into this, you get us out, not my problem.

…alright, now you’re whining. Oh man. Okay, okay, FINE. Let’s go.”

2: “You know what I realized, kid? If I move right now we’ll be faster than the lightning. We’ll drive on, and then the lightning will strike, and bye-bye 1985. We gotta wait. Just a little bit… just a little more… quit whining, kid, it’s almost over, I’ll start right… NOW!”

Both of them are in character, I think.

She starts having… emotional issues starting with the second movie (“I’ll destroy the time machine”, anyone? Her beloved creator saying he regrets making her? No?), but stuffs them down, because her creator and his only two friends (one of whom is a dog) need her, she can’t be weak! So she’s chipper all the way, even though Doc and Marty can’t see nor hear her, she’s gotta be cool! She’s the coolest DeLorean in the world!

The whole third movie she thinks “I’ll die soon”. Half because she knows that Doc regrets making her, half because she’s spent seventy years in a cave, had her fuel tank broken, her injector (?) blown out… poor girl was so weak then, she probably WISHED to die. Although she probably had some time-machine intuition too. I dunno.

And now for the ending… right, so she sees the train, and the realization hits her even before it. That moment where Marty tries to exit the car and manages to do so in the last goddamn second? She didn’t want to die alone, man!

At the moment of the impact, the projection just evaporates. Into small pieces of immaterial energy. The time circuits shut down. The end.

Or?

See, the time train was not only made by Doc, but by Clara as well. Only fair that something made by TWO wide-eyed dreamers would also have a projection of self!

Cue the ending scene, Marty and Jennifer reunite with the Browns, yours truly cries ugly tears… and at the same time, a dapper young bloke in a dainty top hat runs towards the remains of DeLorean and kneels down, pleading her to wake up, because “something must’ve remained!” He has to be quick, because projections can’t be far from their real forms, but he’s still trying.

Until he hears a faint “who’s that?”

The small pieces of energy. His presence - hell, his EXISTENCE, proof that Emmett Lathrop “Doc” Brown is still the same he was - triggered some memories. As a result, in the bloke’s hand, there’s a faintly pearlescent little blob of silvery energy.

It needs to be nurtured back.

The Browns have to depart soon, so he snatches her in the least dignified way possible and runs off to the train.

“I’m taking you,” he mutters, “for now!”

“Where to?”

He looks at Doc and Marty and lets out a short laugh.

“Back to the future… maybe.”

And next time the train visits 1985, there’s a white-haired girl aboard.

Very fun to see your thoughts

[manicali]

Doodle dump

Tree Ash. I haven’t really made any progress in the design, unfortunately.

So sometimes my brother just SAYS things and nobody knows where this string of words comes from. Well, one of them was “dapper blob” so I drew a dapper blob. Yeah.

This was a tiny sketch i did, because I used to draw characters super tiny. For comparison, a character I drew last week was 17.5 cm and some of my older drawings were like 6 cm. So i wondered if I could still draw tiny little guys.

And speaking of little guys, I decided to draw Clover and Smiley’s old designs in my current style

Yeah

I drew some more living flowers, along with Clover’s adoptive parents Mrs. Penny and Jeff. And a cat blob.

(Mrs. Penny is the pink bowling pin)

I also doodled some old sticker designs such as Thesaurus (a pun) a communist otter, cactus with a gun (eventually I’ll make the stickers, along with the lesbian lizard design i had) Frank is the weird goat frog. Frank was a villain from a comic I was doing for art class.

Some world building I was doing for Twisted (fuck my phone is lagging) about the inside of Nights observatory. I thought it should be comfey because she falls asleep basically anywhere. So i settles on twisted, triangular trees made of quilts! This actually goes back to one of my old episode ideas (back when the show was more trippy horror vibes) of a forest of trees made from decomposing human hands. The outside is that moon thing, the eye is the door. And a bit of lore i had was that Night sees through the stars, so theyre shaped like eyes. When it rains its night crying. Technically because Camilla and Dawn are made from the stars, Night could see through them, but Night gave up the morning/evening star (venus) for Camilla and Dawn to live, so she actually can’t. Yeah.

Kinda reminds me of the Chesire cat.

And finally

WOO a Camilla design I actually like! There was no reason for the ball joints other than I liked them. The outfit is more than a little based on Navia from genshin impact (which I will not play until they add a kill Paimon feature)

Oh! Have a cool word to share!

Curmudgeon.

[dapper-nahrwhale]

got to step 5 of this https://github.com/bbolli/tumblr-utils/blob/master/tumblr_backup_for_beginners.md and the tumblr_backup.py dapper-nahrwhale airnt working now.and idk how to just find my posts to get idk. im not getting where im going, yeah. idk now back to being lost

Genuinely struggling so much with backing up my blog girl help I don't know what I'm doing and can't get past like the first few steps because I unzipped the folder in the downloads in c drive that's almost full so I moved the now unzipped folder into the d drive that has much more room but now I can't get on the d drive, looked up how to get to d drive but now everything I'm looking at in the steps are still for going thru the C:\users\name\downloads who's isn't where it's at and looking in it in d not c still isn't working idk. I have definitely done some things incorrectly

[brainz-invoid]

Dapper Blob

[pomsdoodlefort]

Pride Together, Pride Forever

[adapperblob]

Streaming part 2 over on YouTube :D let's get our favourite girl some cash to spend!

[thesevenseraphs]

dapper-blob replied to your post “Managed to two phase the boss in the Prophecy Dungeon! Got the...”

What weapons you use for damage phase?

To clarify, this was not a solo run!

But my friends and I ran Izanagi’s Burden and Grenade Launchers (I put taken spec on mine). My friends have the catalyst for Izanagi’s completed. I do not. But we still managed to two phase him!

One friend would melting point him at the very beginning since going back or dying wouldn’t have any big consequence. Then other friend would nighthawk him and then we just unload what we had into him.

[fullmoonfireball]

WELCOME TO THE PIKMIN TREASURES TOURNAMENT!

I'll start putting up the polls tomorrow, but for now, here's the full bracket! in the meantime, consider sending in propaganda for your treasure(s) of choice!

ROUND 1 MATCHES:

Mechanical Harp (Memory Song) VS. Spellbound Friends

Olimarnite Shell VS. Newtolite Shell

Comfort Cookie VS. Wind Detector

Growshroom VS. Temporal Mechanism

Personal-Injury Plank VS. Parting Tape

Crystal Clover VS. Anxious Sprout

Network Mainbrain VS. Starship Bones

Rubber Ugly VS. Universal Rubber Cutie

Mechanical Harp (Lullabies) VS. Luck Wafer

Stone of Advancement VS. Micromanagement Station

Wayward Moon VS. Crimson Banquet

Slapstick Crescent VS. Courage Reactor

Sunseed Berry VS. Smile Detector

Possessed Squash VS. Doomsday Device

Professional Noisemaker VS. Silencer

Life Controller VS. King of Bugs

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Wiggle Noggin VS. Sweat-Soaked Bluebird

Shock Therapist VS. Comedy Bomb

Jiggle-Jiggle VS. Dapper Blob

Fire-Breathing Feast VS. Gift of Friendship

Shizakipiki Soda bottle cap VS. Onion Replica

Mystery Squish Fish VS. Octoplus

Brute Knuckles VS. Repugnant Appendage

Innocence Lost VS. Love Sphere

Five-Man Napsack VS. Pink Menace

Buddy Display VS. Time Capsule

Unsung Hero VS. Fanged Marshmallow

Perforated Raft VS. Winged Freedom Sculpture

Arboreal Frippery VS. Faux Fishy

Face Wrinkler VS. Mirrored Stage

Behemoth Jaw VS. Monster Teeth

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Evening, Dapper. I'm a big fan of your work; I'm actually using a few of your NPCs in a campaign I'm running! As you've made a few 're-imagined' entries for demon lords already- how would you play Zuggtmoy in a way that's not just 'evil, but also brain-destroying and fungal'? What would she need to be like to motivate people to actually sign a pact with or worship her?

Monsters Reimagined: Zuggtmoy, Demon Queen of Rot and Regret

D&D has a problem with one note villains, blank slates that dungeonmaters are SUPPOSED to fill with their own ideas but end up coming off as pathetically shallow after their Captain Planet level concepts become increasingly rigid over successive generations. Occasionaly a great writer comes along and fills these concepts with interesting context, but they're few in far between.

Zuggtmoy is a great example of this, existing as what I like to call a "Fill in the blank baddie", as they adhere to a very simple formula that looks a little like this: X is an evil ____ who cares about ____, they want the whole world to be nothing but ____, they use ____ as minions and have a personality and ethos that one could describe as ____ like. For Zuggtmoy you could fill that blank in with "fungus" and you'd get her ENTIRE concept, indistinguishable from Jubilex the slime demon, Nerull the death god, and just about 90% of a high level party's rogue's gallery.

Below the cut I'm going to go into a complete lore revision for the dame of decay along with a bunch of adventure hooks, but for the TLDR: Default Zuggtmoy is weird because d&d assumes that fungus and decay are evil because they are gross, an odd stance to take because not only is rot a vitally necessary part of life, but fungus has brought us wonderful things like penicillin and mushroom risotto. My version of the demon queen is one that revolves around the idea of things “spoiling” when held on past their time, be they feelings, memories, relationships, or empires. Zuggtmoy herself is the mouldered and hollowed out remnants of a once queenly dryad, who’s influence appears in others unable to let go as a creeping blight that spreads through their mind, bodies, and surroundings.

When it comes to concepts Zuggtmoy is as about as “fill in the blank” as it gets, with her single notable character design concept and personality both being “She’s a lady made out of fungus”. This would be fine I suppose but she’s also specifically a demon lord, and that doesn’t tack at all for a whole bunch of reasons:

Do mushrooms have souls? Can they commit sin? Most of the creatures Zuggtmoy is described as being worshipped by don’t have traditional consciousness, if they have an intelligence score at all. Yeah, it sucks to be covered in slime and/or rotted from the inside out but those creatures aren't EVIL, so why is she a demon other than the fact that gross/ugly = evil in d&d world? She’d be perfectly fine if she was just the goddess of fungus, but she needs a reason to be considered one of the Pit’s big bads.

One could theoretically talk about how the grossness of Zuggtmoy is meant as a torment to those people who fear filth/corruption who might be damned to her realm, but d&d cosmology increasingly does not work like that. If Zuggtmoy is queen of a layer of hell, there needs to be a specificly demonic reason that her domain is one of rot and fungus.

Why is Zuggtmoy a lady? A giant mushroom or that happened to use feminine pronouns would have served but she is very specifically described as a humanoid made out of fungus, frequently depicted with signifies of being an attractive and elegant. The answer is obviousuly that sex sells, even when you’re trying to sell a list of demon gods, so while the male coded demons get to be grotesque blobs of muscle and bestial features the female ones need to be coded as traditionally attractive even if they have a few monsterbits stapled on. When redesigning her I could have gone with a purely fungal angle, but I wanted to play with the “lady made out of fungus” iconography

Taking all this into account, here’s my pitch for Zuggtomy:  There was once an archfey, a queen among dryads who found herself undone by heartbreak. None can say what tragedy or manipulation of the great courts laid her low, only that she knew a sorrow so profound that she simply could not be anymore, leaving her body as nothing more than a grief-hollowed statue of wood. Left exposed to the elements, the echo of that grief took root, and eventually bloomed into a being that knew only regret, only loss, only Zuggtmoy.

If sorrow is left to fester it can sour any happy memory, and thus is the case for the Dame of Decay, unable and unwilling to let go of the things that gave her joy and now cause her pain, even if her continued grief eats away at them until there is nothing left. So little is known about the story of the original dryad queen because Zuggtmoy’s influence ate away at anyone and anything involved in the events, leaving behind nothing but a spore choked barrens and hollowed out husks who mine out the events again and again without detail or reason.

When rot and regret had exhausted the dryad’s story it began to spread out across the multiverse looking for new places to take root, more tales of woe, more souls stagnant in their nostalga or sorrow where the queen’s essence might bloom anew.

Within a grand estate the revels of an indolent count are said to never end, as psychedelic indulgence rages every day and night while the lands around them decay. Folk say that the count had tried for years to drown the sorrows of his long dead brother, but he now appears to have succeeded with wild abandon. Rumors spread of the count’s riders gallivanting about the countryside decked in worn parade motley, snatching up performers and carrying them back to the estate. The party comes face to face with one of these agents looking to pressgang their local minstrel into service, only to lay the rider out flat in a brawl and have his body burst open with fungal rot for all to see.

The kingdom’s wilds contain the remnants of an ancient realm, once goverend by a queen who suffered a rotting sickness that the peasants still tell folk tales of to this day. Many of the fey of these reaches are sick, and seem intent on inflicting stories of this queen on any who pass by. Only after multiple ruins with these bestricken faeries do the party realize the truth: the story is the sickness and the sickness is the queen and all three are a curse that now spreads through the land with them as a vector.

After an encounter with a particularly fungal villain does the party realize that they’ve only defeated one bud of a deeply rooted threat, with multiple copies of their foe having sprouted off from some deeply rooted evil. More than simply bashing in mushroom caps, the party must exorcise the essence of Zuggtmoy’s influence, an act that will require them to call up the spirit infected by the demon queen and work through its particular issues to resolve its grief and deny the dame of decay her seedbed.

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Things that Dream does in the Pet AU (a non-extensive list):

Helps Tommy patch up holes in the wall surrounding his home. Gestures to stronger materials and guides him gently through creating more fortified defenses.

Nuzzles against Quackity’s cheek to dry his tears when he’s crying — about Charlie, about his ex-fiancés, about Schlatt, about anything really.

Wrestles with Michael while Tubbo gets some time to himself. (Michael is a little kid, but he’s always surprisingly gentle with Dream when they play.) (Somehow even the baby knows that Dream can’t take a whole lot right now.) (Even if Dream keeps forgetting that.)

Allows various members of the SMP to use him as a stress toy when they’re really freaking out about something. (They’re always careful to never hurt him, but sometimes you just need to pet something, you know?)

Acts as a makeshift audience for whenever Wilbur wants to rehearse a monologue. He’ll even give his opinion on it! (It’s always either negative or “meh.” Wilbur doesn’t care.)

Rides on Bad’s or Foolish’s shoulder for long distances. Will sometimes bury himself into the crook of his neck and start purring up a storm. (Skeppy may or may not feel territorial at times.) (He also may or may not snuggle up right next to him to use him as a body pillow.)

Nibbles at Sapnap’s hair in an effort to play. Sapnap always play-wrestles back.

Acts as a sounding board as Tubbo rants about his relationships with others on the SMP and how worried he is about them and how frustrated some of them make him and more. Dream listens patiently and squeaks dramatically when appropriate.

Things that Server members do to Dream in the Pet AU (also a non-extensive list):

Quackity often lets his goofy side resurface when it’s just the two of them, putting on a posh accent as they eat and making jokes about how fancy their hamburgers are. (He makes tiny hamburgers for tiny blob Dream just for fun.)

Tommy is the one to most frequently use Dream as a stress toy. Sometimes he accidentally kneads in the wrong spot and tickles him. This normally distracts him into trying to get that sound again, thereby solving the issue.

Sapnap scares away animals that try to use Dream as a chew toy. This is how he first comes into ownership of the little white blob.

Quackity (again) will spend an inordinate amount of time cooing over little blob Dream in his office. Sometimes this involves sticking him in silly outfits. Sometimes this involves nuzzling his belly and squealing about how adorable he is. Sometimes this involves feeding him tiny sandwiches made from ham, cheese and crackers as he goes on about him being “such a dapper little gentleman.”

Whenever they sit by the fireplace at night, Tubbo will scratch under his chin to make him melt in his hands. He thinks it’s cute. (It is.)

ffzyzysyxushs these are all feckin aodifjebwjsjs ADORABLE AH

there’s something especially sad about the fact that half the things that blob dream is helping everyone out with is problems that he himself has caused :(( like helping tommy patch up his defences to defend against himself,, or drying quackity’s tears that have surfaced because of a successful plan that he came up with ☹️

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it’s eye-opening to say the least for dream to see just how much each of the server members spends stressing about him :(( but perhaps that’s the reason he tries so hard to help. it’s almost healing for himself

i am screaming about quackity and his tiny food and outfits like agagxycysjw that’s so cute omfg. the mini hamburgers and sandwiches 😖 and also tommy tickling him when he needs to calm dowwwwnnnnn. and sap wrestlinggggg. my HEART

i think that dream is so practical right? so most of the things that he would be helping with would be very logical in reasoning. i think that’s it cute to imagine that after he’s been found out,, he is absolutely astounded by the amount of emotional healing he had caused for those he interacted with. like it’s just stuff that he forgets to consider in others. and tbf it’s been a long while since he’s positively impacted people in this way

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