#dream blob plush

[sporecringe]

Grant meets fido… you could say he’s a fan

[yagluttonousoverlard]

Syrup dreamed of filling up so much that she out grew the dream cloud and is now able to cuddle with herself.

This was a concept that I had in my mind for a good minute, and while it doesn't look the best, I can always improve. Who knows; maybe I could write a story on this scenario.

[baby-you-you]

eeee I know I asked before but I'm seeing your omori ones and I was wondering if you could do one specifically for omori (not sunny, omori) pretty pleasee!! ^◇^

OMORI Themed regressors batch !

👁️‍🗨️ activities

Drawing with only black, white, and gray crayons Tracing shapes or characters with your finger or stylus (digital or paper) Creating your own “Headspace” with plushies, pillows, and drawings Staring at fish tanks or lava lamps (calming visual focus) Quiet time listening to lo-fi or soft instrumental loops Stimming with string, soft fabrics, or weighted blankets Making a “silent journal” — drawing your feelings, no words Organizing your toys or stickers neatly – like building your own “menu screen"

👁️‍🗨️ clothes

Oversized black or white t-shirt (like Omori’s!) Knee socks or soft leg warmers Monochrome jammies Comfy shorts or sleep pants Hoodies with long sleeves to hide in soft plush slippers

👁️‍🗨️ toys

Plushie friends like Aubrey, Hero, Kel, or Basil Monochrome plush animals or blob plushies Stuffed cat (like Mewo!) Calming fidget toys (black-and-white pop-its, squish balls) Blank sketchbook as your “journal” Pretend light bulb you can switch on/off (LED night light or a switch toy)

👁️‍🗨️ games

Pretend you're in Headspace visiting your toy friends Build White Space with pillows and blankets (only white or black ones!) “Talk” to your toys using only emotes, gestures, or facial expressions Draw a map of your dream world with portals to “friends” Do tasks slowly, one by one (like you’re selecting them from a menu) Make up battles with gentle outcomes (plushies “lose” and cuddle after)

👁️‍🗨️ foods/drinks

Apple juice or warm milk in a cup with a lid Boiled eggs (cut in half like game sprites!) Tiny sandwiches or cut-up snacks in bento style White bread (plain or toasted) Plain rice or pasta Soft fruits (peeled grapes, banana slices) Plain crackers or seaweed snacks

👁️‍🗨️ nicknames <3

momo 'mori mono monobun lil dreamer void baby silent kiddo sleepybug lil' guy/gal little static

[jellycrystalxx]

Sheep’s Shadow part 6 (final)

“Shadow milk cookie?” That voice. That same voice. It’s always that same voice. That voice that made gentle remarks or sarcastic jokes. That voice that called him worthless. He let out another sob at the thought. His shaking hands still gripped the sheep. He didn’t want to be seen like this. He didn’t want to be pitied. He felt a shuffle and a bit of warmth as Pure vanilla sat up close to him. He tried to ignore it. Ignore him. Maybe if he didn’t pay attention to him Pure vanilla could give up and go back to sleep. He felt some of the tears curl around his chin and drip off, the feeling uncomfortable and a constant reminder of his state.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder, the feeling spreading instant worth through his cold body. He could still feel himself shaking even with the grounding weight of the cookie beside him. “Did you have a bad dream?” Shadow milk winced, the voice once again sharply toying with him. He wished he had enough strength to pretend he had been joking about it all and that he was completely fine. He wasn’t though. It felt as though all his power had drained and he couldn't bear to even use anything to temporarily fix himself and save from the truth. The terrible truth.

Shadow milk leaned his head down to the pile of blankets in his lap, his face instantly covering it with wet tears. The hand on his shoulder laid there for a few moments before curving to rub soothing circles along his back. He let out another sob, the feeling somehow comforting. “It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me. I’m right here though. I won’t leave you alone.” Those words that escaped Pure vanilla’s lips were gentle and caring. So sweet it felt unreal to be told such things. Especially when he didn’t deserve it. All he had done is torture Pure vanilla. He made him embrace deceit and break a part of himself in the process. He ruined him, tortured him. Yet, after everything he’s still here. Still here to comfort Shadow milk and make him feel safe. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve anything. He deserved to be alone for the rest of his miserable life.

“L-Leave me alone.” His voice grew out shaking and stumbled with emotion. It almost shocked him that he could actually speak this time. He leaned himself up, the sheep still tight in his grip. The tears in his eyes like puffy blobs that sometimes broke apart and ran down his face. He turned towards Pure vanilla, avoiding eye contact. “I don’t need your pity. I’m fine.” The cookie in front of him leaned closer, his hand now resting on his other shoulder. “Shadow milk please listen to me. I’m right here. I’m not pitying you, I simply want to help you. I don’t want you to suffer like this alone.” Shadow milk glared at him but never in the eyes. “I told you. I don’t NEED you to help me. I’m FINE.” The words grew harsher than he meant to, his breath coming in harsh exhales from exhaustion of emotion. Pure vanilla grew even closer. Even without looking he could tell he had a worried expression printed on his face. “Do you want me to—“ “ENOUGH.” Shadow milk pushes him back with his hand harshly, not realizing his own strength. With a gasp, Pure vanilla fell back against the bed. Shadow milks' heart dropped when he saw just how harsh he had pushed him. Pure vanilla was bleeding slightly, a small indent on where Shadow milks nails had nicked him. Guilt clung to him in a way he had never felt before. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Shadow milk abandoned the plush in his right hand and dove into his hair again, the pulling way more harsh than before. So much that it hurt badly. Ugly sobs echoed through the room once again, he felt so ashamed of himself. He truly was a beast. He didn’t even notice how close Pure vanilla had gotten again until a sudden embrace caught him off guard. Tight yet warm arms gripped around his body. He wanted to push them away again but didn’t have the strength. The scent of blood was still strong but had faded somehow. He felt his face push deeply in the cookie's shoulder, wetting the cloth with endless tears. “I hurt you. I’m a monster, a beast. You should leave me and abandon me. I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve to be with anyone or anything.” Pure Vanilla didn’t respond immediately to what he said, only hugged him tighter before making a quick remark. “I chose this because I wanted it.” Shadow milks cries rang throughout the room. He didn’t even care anymore if anyone heard. He wanted to let everything out. To be okay again. He felt the cookie before him shift and press a gentle feathered kiss on to the top of his head. “Come lay down with me. I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.” Shadow milk didn’t answer as he was carefully laid down in Pure vanilla's arms. He stayed deeply inside of the embrace of the cookies arms, his face snuggled in his chest. He was so warm. So comforting. He wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to stay selfish and keep Pure vanilla all to himself. “I love you, Shadow milk cookie.” Another kiss was settled on his head. “I’ll always be right here.” Another one. “You can trust me.” A final deepening kiss to the head before Pure vanilla brought Shadow milk even closer to curl around him. Shadow milk let out a sigh of comfort, tears slowly coming to a stop. He was safe. For once he was finally safe. He didn’t have to worry about anything but focusing on this peace that was around him. He didn’t care how vulnerable he was right now. He wanted to be like this for as long as possible.

[cyaontheflipside]

I really wish more FNaF theorists wouldn’t throw Agony at everything weird and paranormal that happens. BV’s plush? Agony. The Shadow animatronics? Agony. Mike dreaming of Nightmare Fredbear? Agony. The Blob? Agony. Afton switching to fat free milk? Agony.

The big misconception is that Agony is the *only* strong emotion that can cause supernatural things to happen. ANY strong emotion can cause supernatural things to happen; that’s just Remnant, the idea of the intangible mixing with the tangible. We’re told Agony is the strongest emotion by a CRAZY SCIENTIST who by his own admission, has never felt real joy.

[roboticphantom]

Thinking thoughts of the dream blobs and what if they were kinda built like fleshlights and were connected to dream physically. As in sensations they would feel, he feels and well thats not a new idea

Just thinking thoughts connected to this awesome post by sketchyehm where team mafia visit snf. Just instead of going to find Dream, one of them, i wanna say Serpias, comes across one of the blobs being badly hidden in the bathroom and well he is curious since it looks so much like the icon of the one thats been a hermit in his office.

So naturally he picks it up and look at it closer. It's cute and there's a hole at the bottom. He thinks its funny at first, dip a finger in and feel how plush it is. How it feels almost like soft plastic, like a fleshlight. Surely, no one will notice if he takes a bit longer, surely.

He slips more fingers in, testing how far it can stretch before getting his cock out of his pants and putting the blob with its hole directly over it. Theres a small bit of resistance as he lowers it. Small enough that slight movements up and down are enough to pass it.

When he bottomed out, he could swear he felt it pulsing, causing the heat in him to rise. From there it was quick. His thrusts into it sped up faster, in part due to him still moving the blob alongside his hips. If it didn't feel so good, he'd be almost embarrassed by how fast he came.

While coming down, he notices that theres another blob. And another. So surely they wont mind if he just sneaks this one with him for a bit. At least for the visit. He could see some of the other guys also be interested in it. And by the expression that changed on the blob at some point during it, the toy seemed to like it as well.

Dream meanwhile laid on the floor, face down. Cum was still dribbling from his cock as he tried to catch his breath. Not that it brought much when he felt the feeling of something thrusting into his hole just a few seconds later.

[supernovaa-remnant]

I have a teddy bear that a friend gave me who I named Wimblr. If you were to see a picture of him, I'd think you'd understand why I decided to name him this way. I also have the dream blob plush. I think we all know where this is going.

omg no way dreambur meetup real???

well, meetup between dre and wimblr, but close enough, right?

wait what’s this??

shhhh they’re in deep political discussion… dre still won’t give them independence, but he is interested in getting pizza

Oh no!! sappy thought dre was kidnapped by wimblr!! 😨 he’s here to… save dre?

dre needs to clear up this misunderstanding at once!! it’s very important that he doesn’t mess this up otherwise his friends might fight :(

all he has to do is not make a fool of himself.. he’s got this!!

dre tripped and fell :(

sappy thinks it’s hilarious, and wimblr is endeared, so at least it’s not the worst case scenario?

hooray!! sappy has agreed to not fight wimblr! he just wanted to make sure dre was okay.. how sweet <3

happy ever after!! now dre gets to have fun with his new friend :3

[dp-marvel94]

Face to Face - Epilogue

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

First -> Last

Word Count: 5,791

Also on AO3 and Fanfiction.net

Note: Hi friends! It's been a while. Honestly, I was putting off posting this, the last chapter of Face to Face, because it intimidated me. 😅 But I really wanted to wrap this up by the end of the year. So we're finally here! I'm so excited to share the ending with you guys.

Also in honor of finishing this fic, I wanted to share this loving art made by @lilianade-comics on Tumblr. Check out this lovely scene from chapter 51 here!

Happy Reading!

Six months later.

“I must have been here a dozen times at least. And your lair still surprises me every time.” Sidney said, eyes surveying the room.

Danny leaned back on his couch, giving a chuckle. “Hey, I’m just working with what I have. I think the Hobbit vibes are pretty cool.”

“I figured you would want something more modern and sci fi.” His friend shrugged.

The halfa raised a brow. “Like an underground bunker? Nah.” He shook his head. “As cool as quarters on the Enterprise would be, or the inside of the TARDIS…. It just didn’t feel right. Plus,” He shrugged. “I like to be comfy.”

“It is definitely that.”

True to what Danny had imagined all those months ago, the underground house was cozy, warm, and homey. Wooden floors and paneling. Circular rooms and round doorways. The furniture was simple, warm, reddish maple-wood beds, chairs, and sofas accenting each room. Multiple rugs covered the floors and carefully selected books filled one book shelf. Other decorative objects and nick-nacks covered the walls, end tables, and other surfaces. 

Some were brought from the material realm. One of his model rockets. A blob ghost plush that had been made by his dad. A Black orchid, a gift from Sam, sat in one corner, a Femalien Poster from Tucker on the wall above it. A shadow box with tickets and a glossy photo of the siblings, smiling in their bowties and fezzes with a certain actor; for Christmas his sister had bought him tickets to Comic Con and a Meet and Greet with Doctor Who actor Matt Smith.

Some objects were picked up from various trips through the Realms. There was a black and white lamp from Sidney’s lair that gave off gray light. A drum head on the wall sported an animated image of blue fire; he’d gotten that when Johnny and Kitty had taken him to see their friend Ember perform.

And some were manifested by the lair itself. A painting of a The Library with swirling spectral clouds in the background. Snow globes from different places he’d visited: Sid’s lair, The Library, Dora’s kingdom, Ember’s concert hall venue. And…. the halfa smiled softly at this last object… photo of his family and two best friends, Danny grinning in the middle in ghost form.

“Jeepers! What is this?!” Sidney’s voice interrupted the half ghost’s musing. 

Danny’s gaze flickered to the object of his friend’s attention. “Oh. That? It was a Christmas present from Mom.” He jabbed a thumb at the kitchen counter where a ceramic cookie jar sported half a dozen eyes and pointy teeth around the lid, threatening approaching hands. He grinned. “It’s a Mimic.”

“A Mimic…” For just a moment, Sidney’s black and white brow wrinkled. Then… “Like from that Dungeon and Dragons game Tucker told me about?!” 

“Yep.” Danny nodded.

“Fighting a monster like that… that must be the bee’s knees!” The half ghost could practically see the stars in his friend’s eyes.

“You’re still invited to our games any time you want to join.” Danny raised a brow.

“This section of the Realms needs its own group.” Sidney crossed his arms, pouting slightly.

“Dora might like it… and Ember.” The half ghost grinned toothily. “She’s already literally a bard.” He tapped his chin. “Maybe we can get Ghost Writer to let us use a room in his lair.”

“The Library is not the most convenient location though; it’s far away from everyone but me.” 

“Hum.” Danny’s brow furrowed, considering. “That’s fair.” Sidney’s lair was the closest to the Library by far. But the other’s…. Ember’s lair was about the same distance from the portal as Sidney’s, except in the exact opposite direction. And Dora’s lair was vaguely below his, a leisurely forty-five minute flight down. If anything…. Danny blinked. “I’m in the middle.”

“You sure are, buster.” Sidney raised a brow, looking at him as if it was obvious.

The half ghost took a second to process and then laughed. “It’s always like that, huh?” 

Getting in between the Lunch Lady and his friends. Helping Dora and other ghosts get back to the portal. Making friends with people in this part of the Zone. He rolled his eyes at the irony. The literal half ghost always stuck in the middle. Or rather… maybe he’d chosen to place himself there.

“So I guess we’d meet here. Or…” An idea had been swimming around in his head. A place for the ghosts on this side of the portal to gather, to bond, to help each other and…. “So I’d been thinking-”

Just then, the black rectangular device clipped to the belt of Danny’s suit chimed. “Oh. That’s probably my parents.” He detached the communicator– made by his parents, with Tucker’s help, to work across dimensions and designed to look like the ones from Star Trek–  and flipped it open.

His brow furrowed. “I’m not late for dinner, am I? Didn’t think I’d been gone that long.”

“No sweetie.” His mom’s voice sounded from the other end. “I’m sorry to interrupt your hang-out with Sidney. But Mr. Jenkins called from the Salvage Yard about a ghost problem.”

The boy sighed, head rolling back on the couch to look up at the ceiling. “Is it Technus again?”

“It sounded like it.” The wince was almost audible in her voice. “Your father and I would go but Mr. Jenkins asked for Phantom… very insistently.” 

Another sigh. “I’ll be right there.” Danny hung up, putting the communicator back on his belt before burying his head in his hand.

“Technus again?” Sidney rose a brow.

The halfa looked up, fixing an eye on his friend. “ I mean, I’m fine with him hanging out in the material world and tinkering with stuff. But…” The halfa groaned. “He keeps trying to blow things up the salvage yard.”

The ghostly nerd chuckled. “All that new fangled modern technology…. That beatnik must think he died and gone to heaven.”

Danny rolled his eyes. “He will if I have to tell him to stop stealing other people’s stuff one more time.”

Sidney shook his head. “You know it’s hard to keep a ghost from his obsession.” Then tapping his chin, he mused. “But maybe if he had his own place to experiment…”

“Hum…” Danny furrowed his brow, considering. He floated up. “Gotta go.” He pointed at the black and white ghost. “I’m serious, you should come to our D&D games next Saturday. Think about it?”

“I will.” The other ghost nodded, also rising. “See you later.”

The two exited through the lair’s door, Sidney flying into the green atmosphere of the Zone. Danny flew up, towards the portal. The clear dome around the structure parted with his presence and he entered. 

The boy drifted over the carefully cultivated plants, a particularly energetic snap-dragon snapping at his heel. “Hey! I don’t have time to play right now.” He bent down, patting the petly approximation of a draconic head. 

Danny stood again and continued, passing the beds of black lettuce. A ghostly blue lizard darted between the squash vines. In the flowering tiger shrub, a tiny green bird cooed. Other plants were scattered over the area, glowing insects, some as large as his fist, buzzing over them. The boy couldn’t help but smile. Only six months and there was already so much after-life here on his little island. 

The half ghost arrived in the middle, the frame of the portal surprisingly at home among the vegetation. Though… green no longer swirled in the frame; instead, black and yellow painted doors blocked the entrance. His parents had installed a set on either side to keep out unwanted visitors. 

But Danny, of course, wasn’t an unwanted visitor. With a quick scan of his palm on the panel beside the door, they parted. He flew through, just as the doors on the human-world side opened too.

At the sound, both parents looked up from their work. “Danny-boy!” His dad smiled with a wave. “You want one of us to come with you?”

“Nah. I’m just gonna try and talk to Technus again.” The halfa waved off the concern. He floated up, towards the ceiling. 

His dad looked almost disappointed at the decline; trust Jack Fenton to always be ready and eager to soak an annoyance in ectoplasmic goo, whether they were ghost or human. Still both adults accepted the statement.

“Knock his socks off, son! And be careful!” “We’ll do great, sweetie! Call us if you need anything!” 

With his parents’ words of encouragement rising in his ears, Danny phased through the ceiling and zoomed off.

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Banging, clanging, and shouting rang through Mr. Jenkins’ Salvage Yard. 

“It’s finished!” Maniacal laughing sounded “Finally finished! I-”

“Finished?! What in tarnation even is-.” A sudden crash. “Woah!’” 

“Ah. A few more finishing touches and…” A sparking, sizzling hiss…

“Where did you get a welding gun? Wait! Is that my coffee maker?!”

The ghost scoffed. “It’s not like you were using it.”

“I used it this mornin’, you-” 

Danny arrived just as Technus flipped up his face shield. “Tada! My greatest creation!” The ghost spread his arms, grinning proudly.

“You stole my French Press!” Mr. Jenkins yelled.

“Ghost Child!” The adult ghost ignored him, eyes lighting up at Phantom’s arrival. “You arrived just in time to watch!”

Danny fixed Technus with a skeptical look. “What’s going on here?”

“As I was saying, I Technus! Master of all things electronic and beeping have finished my greatest creation yet!” The ghost motioned again, to a tracker-trailer sized collection of mismatched metal parts. 

Well, that wasn’t here the last time. “Technus… where did you get all this stuff?”

Just then, a frantic woman came running out of the square building sitting among all the old cars. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Jenkins. I don’t understand how, but the office phone is gone. So are the fax machine and the microwave. And all the computers and-” Her eyes widened, voice squeaking as she spotted Technus. “Not you again!”

“That’s my computer?!” Jenkin’s eyes bulged, his face turning red. “I already told you, this ain’t a junkyard. You can’t take whatever you want!”

“These machines are just sitting here, wasting away! I had to do something with all this beautiful technology.” 

“What’s it even supposed to be!?” 

“An ingenious invention! And greatly needed!” The green skinned ghost held a finger up. “What kind of junk yard doesn’t have a car-crusher?”

“You’re nuttier than a fruitcake.” Jenkins pointed accusingly at Technus. “This ain’t no junk yard! We’re a salvage yard. We sell used parts!”

“Salvage yard.” Technus rolled his eyes. “That’s ridiculous. You’re just jealous of my brilliance, old man!”

“At least I made it past half a century!” The older man spat.

“I, Technus! Made it to 52, thank you very much! 52 years and then felled by my own unstable experiment! Oh, to die in the pursuit of science! What a glorious send-off! And don’t you know about that, Halfa child! Still wearing that hip and sweet hazmat suit-”

“We are not talking about my death.” Danny interrupted pointedly. “Now-”

“Of course! Enough of this. You came to see my genius!” The mad scientist darted around the metal monstrosity, lab coat flapping behind him.

“Phantom! Stop him!” Mr. Jenkins cried.

“You heard him, Technus.” The ghost boy crossed his arms. “Don’t make me get out the thermos.”

The older ghost ignored the reprimanded, eagerly grabbing at the machine’s controls. “First! The claw will shoot out and snag the car we want. Now which one…” His brow furrowed, then turning and pointing at a red, old-looking convertible. “Ah! That sad sorry hunk of junk will do.”

“Technus! We talked about this!” Danny drove forward, arms out to pull the other ghost away from the controls.

At the same time… “ No! That’s-” Mr. Jenkins sounded panicked. 

Danny surged forward but faster than he could process, the mad scientist blinked out of the way. He missed, tumbling in the air and barely missing the side of the car-crushed machine. 

The clawed arm lashed out, clamping around the truck. The metal fingers snapped closed with an agonizing crunch of metal and glass. 

“Must be out of practice.” Danny mumbled. Then, he lit his hands with ecto-energy, “Technus, I’m warning you!” 

“And now! My hyper-efficient car-crusher will reduce this rust bucket to scrap in seconds!” The other ghost laughed maniacally, jamming one of the lever’s down.

“No! No! No!” Mr. Jenkins sounded near… tears?

The arm pulled the car forward, the headlights meeting the jaws of the crusher with a stomach-turning crunch.

“Look! My funky fresh creation is working perfectly!” 

The ghost boy let his shot lose, the ecto-energy knocking the other ghost away.

“No! That’s my car!!” Mr. Jenkins fell to his knees.

Danny darted in front of the control panel. His eyes widened. So many buttons, nobs, and levers…. Lights blinked in front of him. Frantic, the boy jabbed at different controls. 

“My Oldsmobile!” Beside him, Mr. Jenkins was definitely crying. “That was Pa’s. Me and Pa fixed it up before he passed. No!”

The halfa’s eyes flashed. “How do you turn this thing off?” He turned to the other ghost, demanding.

Technus floated there for a moment, eyes wide and startled. He stared, the previous mad joy completely evaporated, even as he took in his invention. After a blink, his gaze moved from the machine to the devastated human man. The ghost’s face scrunched up, brow wrinkling. Then…

He flew back to the controls. Wordlessly, the mad scientist pushed a series of buttons, metal crunching uglily all the while. He pulled a final lever and the sound of gears and breaking glass stopped.

Quiet fell and Danny sighed, shoulders untensing. Still, he nervously fingered at the thermo’s lid. “Technus, you know I don’t have any problem with you hanging around Amity Park. Tinkering by itself is fine. But when you start taking other people’s things and destroying property…. I can’t let that stand.”

“But it’s just an old car…” The older ghost fixed his head down, voice oddly subdued.

“It’s Mr. Jenkins’ car.” Danny pointed. “It belongs to him.” His tone sharpened. “I wouldn’t come in your lair and mess with your laboratory. Take your inventions without asking. You can’t do that to Mr. Jenkins.”

A long, tense pause fell over the yard. The sound of gravel shifting at the human man stood, as his assistant nervously shuffled. Danny could feel both adult’s eyes on him but his own gaze was fixed on the ghost and his tight, unreadable expression. Technus had stopped the crusher but… why? Did he understand? The boy’s stomach turned, anxiously hoping. That the ghost had listened, that he could find a peaceful resolution. 

Technus’s grip on the control panel’s levers tightened. “It seems, I, Technus, made an error. The first tenant of the scientific method…. I failed to gather all the important background information.”

Mr. Jenkins looked up, angrily whipping his face. “You don’t say.”

“I got so excited, I forgot to ask for permission to use the junk…”

“Hey! It’s not-” The human started objecting.

“Or to think about whether the invention would be useful here. I mean, who ever heard of a junkyard without a car-crusher? But apparently, you don’t need one. Which does not make any sense to me. Still, I should not have taken your things and-”

“That’s all fine and good. But my car’s still trashed.” Jenkins interrupted, scowling at the crushed vehicle.

“An honest mistake.” Technus winced. “And…” He held up a finger. “Give me a second.” He darted over to the wreckage. “Here, let me…” 

The mad scientist ghost waved his hands over the debris. His aura sparked, spreading out and enveloping the twisted metal and shards of glass. The pieces trembled slightly, rising with a jerk. Technus’ fingers moved as if he was counting, typing, or playing an instrument. The wreckage floated and flowed, swirling in the air and coming together. It coalesced into…

“Well I’ll be damned.” Mr. Jenkins said breathily.

Danny’s eyes widened, just as amazed. “How? You… you-”

“Fixed it!” Technus swung around, arms spread. “I fixed it!”

Sure enough, the car sat in front of them, whole and intact.

The on-lookers just blinked for a long moment. Then…

“My car!” Mr. Jenkins practically ran forward. “Bessie! You’re alright!” He flopped onto the hood, arms spreading wide as if hugging the vehicle. “Better than alright!” Eyes wide and gleeful, he wiped at a spot over the headlights. “That blasted scratch is gone!” 

The human man kept cooing over his car and Danny laughed. “He’s worse than my dad with the GEV.” The boy rolled his eyes. Then… “Seriously though. Putting it back together like that…. that was incredible, Technus. Thank you for fixing this.” 

“Pst.” The ghost shrugged off the thanks. “It was child’s play!” He laughed almost maniacally.

“Can you uh… put back the rest of the office?” The assistant asked meekly.

Technus’ eyes flickered to her, briefly looking disappointed, before he scoffed. “Can I put the rest of the office back?” He waved his arms, green light again spreading and enveloping the metal pieces. “Easier than differential calculus. Can I, Technus, master of all things mechanical, put it back? Please.”

The different pieces separated, flying off in seemingly random directions, while the mad scientist mumbled to himself.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jenkins looked up from his car. “I didn’t know you could fix things like this, Technus. Incredible!” He popped open the trunk, gaze flickering over the various parts. “She’s as good as new.” He reached inside, tapping something. “Say. One of the new tow-trucks is acting squirrely. Some kind of malfunction with that fancy new, space-age onboard computers. Can’t make head ‘r tails of it. Take a look and maybe I can find some spare parts for you to tinker with.”

Parts continued to swirl away, the car-crusher growing smaller and smaller. Technus tapped his chin. “Is this a problem worthy of I! Technus’ vast expertise!?”

For a moment, both Mr. Jenkins and his assistant looked worried, concerned eyes searching Danny. 

The ghost boy nodded sagely. “Of course! Computer technology is so advanced now. Especially in cars! They definitely need someone as genius as you to fix it. Plus free parts!” The half ghost spread his arms. “You can’t pass up a deal like that!”

“You’re right, Ghost Child!” With a final flourish, the last remnants of the disastrous car crusher vanished, the components returning to their proper places. “Come Jenkins!” The mad scientist quickly floated away. “Show me this tow-truck!”

“Not so fast! We mere humans can’t fly!” The human man jogged after. 

Danny gave another chuckle at the pair. He flew after them. 

“Here it is.” Mr. Jenkins panted, motioning to the car. He unlocked the door and slid into the seat. “The problem is, anytime I start up the car…” He pressed the ignition. “See?”

The ghost nodded from where he leaned over, observing. “Ah! That is confounding! First, let me try…”

The half ghost watched two for several minutes. His eyes slowly widened, anxious core lossening. The two talked and hypothesized, bouncing ideas off of each other.

“Try it again.” Technus instructed.

Mr. Jenkins pressed the start button again. A pause. “Well, I’ll be.”

The mad scientist laughed. “I told you, old geezer. No electronical problem can overcome my genius!”

The human rolled his eyes, good naturedly. “Old geezer? Ya didn’t know what a computer was until last month.”

They were… getting along? “This is great! See.” Danny gave an encouraging smile and spread his arms. “Technus can help you out with stuff like this and you can give him some spare parts to work with. How does that sound, Mr Jenkins? Technus?”

The human tapped his chin. “You know, my brother’s got an auto shop. He’s always needin’ help. Maybe we can work something out.”

“I’m listening…” The green-skinned ghost nodded, face serious. Even as his aura flickered excitedly.

“I’ll give Perry a call and…”

The two talked for a few more minutes. Hope bloomed in Danny’s heart, a smile slowly parting his lips. They had this. Coming up with a compromise together. Without him. In fact…

The ghost boy turned to leave. “I’m going to go check on your assistant and everything in the office. Shout if you need me.”

The two barely acknowledged him, simply waving as they both chuckled over something. 

Danny flew away, shaking his head. Moments later, he knocked at the office door. “It’s Phantom.”

There was a shout to enter and the boy did so. His eyes flickered over the room. Slightly disarrayed but… there was the microwave, the phone, the computer.

The assistant looked up from the desk. “Mr. Jenkins is okay, right? I haven’t heard any screaming recently.”

Danny laughed. “Yeah, he’s fine. Him and Technus are working out tech-help for spare parts.”

The woman blanched. “Is that wise?”

The boy nodded. “Giving the guy something to focus on will be good for him. And I’m sure Mr. Jenkins could use the help.”

The assistant’s brow furrowed thoughtfully. “I guess you have a point.” Her face smoothed out, smiling gratefully at him. “Thank you, by the way, for coming and helping with all this.” 

“It’s just what I do.” Danny shrugged. “No big deal.”

 “Seriously. This all wouldn’t still be standing without you.” She motioned around her vaguely. “We’d be in a mess without you, Phantom.”

“Well then…” The boy blushed at the praise. “You’re welcome… uh, I don’t know your name.”

“It’s Nancy.” She smiled.

“Nancy.” Danny gave a nod. “Everything’s good here so I’m going to head out. Give FentonWorks a call if you need anything.”

“I will.” 

With a wave, the half ghost drifted up and phased through the ceiling. He flew over the salvage yard, catching a glimpse of the two men, one human and one ghost. Mr. Jenkins leaned against the vehicle, arms crossed casually. Technus floated, head lifted to the sky. His unique brand of laughter carried on the wind, the human’s hearty chuckle just as real and vibrant below it.

Danny beamed down at the scene. “Yeah. They’re going to be fine.”

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Danny returned home to his ghost researcher parents, both proudly congratulating him on peacefully dealing with Technus. After which of course, both had to blather on about their latest inventions. The boy fondly rolled his eyes.

He tried to invisibly sneak up on his big sister, the super-powered little brother’s prerogative. To his chagrin, he was unsuccessful though; before he could even think of turning her chair intangible, she turned the spray bottle on him like he was a misbehaving cat. 

He logged onto Doom and played with his best friends. The boss of the current level decimated their party three times before they gave up for now and started on a new side quest. All the while, they talked about new movies, rumors and gossip at school, Ember’s upcoming concert, and convincing Sidney to join them for D&D.

Family and friends. Ghosts and humans and the two somehow, miraculously existing together. All this and more, in a day in the life of a half ghost. 

And now, during the darkest part of the night, that eerie time between the late night and early morning, the Haunting Hour. Now, Danny Fenton-Phantom floated on his back, suspended in the air above the Ops Center.

Blobby snuggled against him, tiny paws kneading biscuits into his side. The smaller ghost purred loudly, now firmly settled into something between a very cat-like blob and a blob-like cat. The boy gently stroked his pet, idly scrolling through his phone. 

A text notification pinged and Danny laughed, typing back.

Danny: that’s the most cursed meme i’ve ever seen

Another cursed follow up. And another. Danny snorted, sending his own.

Tucker: 😵 ☠️ Deed. Y u stil up thoigh?

Danny: Dude it’s spooky hour. Getting my haunt on.

Tucker: U lucky basterd. Ony need 4 hrs of skeep

Danny: 😜 Y r u still up?

Tucker: Doom. newd new armor. 

Tucker: 😵 stupd skelton killed me😭

Danny: Go to sleep!

Tucker: Neverrttt5454er66wreeqwsd

Danny: ?

Tucker: dropped phome on my face

Tucker: maybe i shoud slep

Danny: You think? 🤨

Tucker: One more meme!

Tucker: Phantomceiling.mov

Tucker: wrong file. 😴🥱😫 Sry. Gd night Danny

Danny laughed softly, shaking his head at his sleepy friend. He could imagine it, Tucker half-way across town, drifting off at his computer, gaming with one hand and texting with the other. No wonder the skeletons, the freaking easiest monster in the game, managed to kill him. 

And he sent a random video? Danny tilted his head at the file name, pressing play.

“Woah!” Tucker’s excited voice cheered. 

The camera shifted wildly, a blurry tan surface covering the screen. The crispness of the image wavered, in and out until…. tiny, glow-in-the-dark stars shifted into focus. On the… ceiling? Why did Tucker have a video of his bedroom ceiling?

“I can’t even believe this, I’m floating!” This friend’s voice cheered. 

The half ghost’s eyes widened, suddenly remembering. This video, the one Tucker made while swinging from the ceiling. Meaning….

The image titled, pointed directly above and…  Black suit, white hair, sparkling green eyes paned into view. Danny felt his heart squeeze.

“Say hi, Danny.” Tucker laughed. 

“Hi Danny.” The ghost stuck out his tongue, giving a wave.

“Hi Phantom.” The boy smiled softly, waving back.

This video… he’d forgotten about it completely. Hadn’t even realized they had any video from when he was split, all those months ago. And now…

On the screen, Tucker grunted in effort, Phantom’s face deceptively even, eyes twinkling with suppressed mirth.

And now, Danny could remember it like it was yesterday. His feet planted firmly on the ceiling, one hand in Tucker’s, his familiar weightlessness spread through the contact. That was him, trying to hold back his laughter. And yet… 

“Come… on.” His friend shouted in frustration. “Come on!” Two voices burst out in laughter, one higher pitched- obviously Sam. And the other….

The camera panned. Black hair, blue eyes pinched closed, mouth open with his laughter.

“Hi, Fenton.” His eyes crinkled, a fond mirth.

Danny remembered this too. Busting a gut at a constipated-looking Tucker, bent over with his chortles, Sam rolling her eyes at his comment. That was him. And yet…

After re-fusing, it had felt like he’d been asleep for a long time. Like he hadn’t really been present; it was all a dream. And yet, he had been right there. He remembered everything. It was like he told Jazz, all those months ago. He was Phantom and Fenton. Fenton and Phantom had been him. And yet he, the Danny thinking this thought, hadn’t really been there. But now….

The video continued, the camera passed around as Tucker cheered, swinging like a pendulum. As Sam had her turn, laughing hysterically the entire time. As Jazz screamed to be put down, before admitting that it wasn’t so bad. All the while, Danny chuckled at the scene. His smile grew, something soft and precious and fond.

“Wait… how?” Tucker wrinkled his brow. “I don’t get it.”

“He’s tapping into our powers.” Phantom righted himself in the air. “I mean, I’m the ghost so I’m technically the one with the powers right now. But we’re still the same person.”

“So I can kinda use them if we’re touching.” Fenton explained. “I uhh… actually turned myself intangible last night, when Phantom did it and I was touching him.”

The video ended there, Fenton and Phantom side by side. The human’s brow wrinkled in thought. The ghost mid-nod, agreeing. 

And Danny’s heart squeezed, something nostalgic. “Guys. We made it.” A finger brushed the screen. As if he could reach back to then and reassure both halves of himself. “We made it.” 

Danny remembered that day where it started. Sitting with his friends, his burger falling through his hands. That was the final straw, the moment that changed everything. It led to his fateful decision to go through the ghost catcher. A bad decision but it had left him all the better. It had taught him many hard won lessons, changing the way he saw his friends, his parents, and most importantly himself.

And those lessons…. Danny remembered, his dream the night he re-merged.

“I’m going to be okay.” A soft, swirling gratitude. “I won’t forget what I learned when I was you guys. I’ll remember.” 

Danny hadn’t forgotten. He’d come back to himself, like finally coming home. And he’d found that he was more. More than just Phantom plus Fenton. More than just human plus ghost. 

Letting out a sigh, the ghost boy lowered himself in the air, down to the roof of the Ops Center. To the camping chair left out here for his nightly star gazing. Blobby curled into his lap, the halfa giving gentle pets. His head drifted up, towards the sky.

And he let himself remember his last night as two halves of himself. 

Danny closed his eyes and he was back there. Sitting side by side. Pointing out constellations and telling stories, one arm around his other half. And at the same time, drifting off to sleep to the echoing voice, his body comfortably leaned against the familiar chilly presence.

“Hey, I’m very witty. You just happen to share my brain.” The ghost grinned, roughly ruffling his counterpart’s hair. “Can’t get one over on you, can I?”

“I’m the pun master.” Fenton chuckled, leaning into the touch.

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are.” Phantom teased.

A chuckle at the memory. Seeing this from both sides really shouldn’t make sense. Yet it couldn’t be more clear…

“I love you too.” The human muttered, rolling his eyes.

The ghost stilled, his free hand dropping out of the black hair. His core squeezed, jovial teasing giving way to a soft and quiet joy. The tiredness radiated off of his other self, heavy enough that he was starting to get silly. But those words…. Every syllable was real. 

Phantom breathed. Teasing and joking was familiar, comfortable even. He was even used to transparency, tender honesty. But this…. The arm still around his human half tightened, his free arm circling around Fenton’s front. He had said earlier, if they had anything else to say to each other while they were still split, they should say it.

Ghost Danny completed the hug. “I do love you.”

Back on the roof, Danny’s hand tenderly rested over his heart-core. Maybe if anyone else had seen that moment, he’d feel embarrassed, ashamed. But that moment was just for him. That same soft and quiet joy rose, quivering in his chest. Splitting himself had let Danny see himself in new ways. He’d learned so much. He’d grown to know, accept, appreciate, and, yes, love both halves of himself. As strange as it was to say, Fenton and Phantom had loved each other. 

An overbearing gratitude washed over him at that. Gratitude that they (that he) had been brave enough to voice that, to give him this memory. This proof, this reminder of how far he’d come. Of all he’d learned. 

He had suffered and struggled and agonized. He had fought with his own self-hatred and doubt, his shame and fear, with the painful reminders of his death. But with the love and support of his parents, sister, and friends, he had overcome. He had learned and grown and changed. The transformation itself hurt and terrified him. But he had risen above it. And now. Now Danny loved who he had become.

And who had he become? What did loving himself mean now, with his heart and core nestled together, where they belonged? It meant taking care of himself. Letting his friends and family know him and love him. Loving other people. It meant eating enough– both ecto and regular food-, sleeping well, watching the stars during his Haunting Hour. Spending time with his loved ones and letting them share his burdens. Helping others as Danny Phantom.

He saved humans in the town with his powers when ghost animals appeared or over-enthusiastic ghosts wouldn’t listen. He helped lost ghosts find their way back to the portal. He worked to find ways for humans and ghosts to exist together.

The idea from when he’d been talking to Sidney earlier flickered in his mind. A shared place for the ghosts on this side of the portal to gather, to bond, to help each other. A kind of Sanctuary, that was his dream.

That first time he’d almost fused, before telling his parents about Phantom, he’d dreamed of the human in the ghostly, ghostly in the human. He’d imagined truly being both. And now Danny found he was. The life he wanted was here, in the life he was building.

Danny unlocked his phone again, taking the image of Fenton and Phantom side by side. “We’ve come so far.” His eyes softened, full of awe and gratitude. “I said it before, in that dream. I’m happy I was both of you. And thank you for working to grow into who I am now.” 

In his lab, Blobby mewed, head jerking up at something in the sky. The half ghost looked, eyes widening. A shooting star, streaming across the vibrantly deep sky. 

His core fluttered in time with his heart, swelling with hope. Danny smiled. “Here’s to whatever comes next.”

Note: Thank you all for reading! Whether you joined me at the beginning back in 2019, you started following only recently, or you're binging at some point in the future, I appreciate you! I would never have written this story, let alone finished it, without all the kind comments on here and fanfiction.net, Tumblr reblogs and rambles in the tags, and DMs on Tumblr and Discord. If you ever talked to me about this story, offered your support and encouragement, I am so thankful to you. I am so thankful for the friendships I've found through this fic and for how much I've grown as a writer.

As always, I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter and the story as a whole. I love and appreciate you all!

[demonstars]

hiii i recently bought a dream blob plush bc there was someone selling him solo on ebay YAY!!!!! he got packaged yesterday. also had hibatchi for my sisters bday and it was awesome How was ur day !!

omg this is so huge!!!!! I think having an human size blob would fix me Dream should get on that. Also that sounds soooo good I'm jealous

[doodleztm]

Does anyone have the dream blob plush in a hat and people are saying emo I think?? DOES ANYONE HAVE THAT SAVED 😭

YOU GUYS ARE MY LAST HOPE

[ecoguardiandaily]

The Best Outdoor Bean Bags for Poolside Relaxation

Picture this: It’s a sunny afternoon, the pool’s sparkling, and you’re sinking into a plush, cushy bean bag with a cold drink in hand. Sounds like paradise, right? That’s the promise of the best outdoor bean bags—turning your poolside into a haven of outdoor comfort. These aren’t your kid’s lumpy dorm-room sacks; today’s waterproof bean bags are stylish, durable, and built to handle splashes, sun, and everything else a backyard throws at them. As backyard furniture goes, they’re the ultimate blend of laid-back vibes and practical smarts. Let’s dive into why they’re a must-have for poolside lounging and spotlight the top picks that’ll make your summer unforgettable.

Why Bean Bags Are Poolside Perfection

Bean bags have come a long way from their tie-dye past. Outdoors, they’re a revelation—lightweight enough to drag poolside, comfy enough to nap on, and tough enough to shrug off water and UV rays. A 2023 Houzz survey found that 58% of homeowners want flexible, cozy outdoor seating, and bean bags nail that brief. Unlike rigid chairs or bulky loungers, they mold to your body, offering outdoor comfort that feels custom-made. Add waterproof bean bags to the mix, and you’ve got a winner—spills, splashes, and sudden rain won’t ruin the party.

Poolside relaxation demands furniture that’s low-maintenance and high-fun. Backyard furniture like bean bags checks both boxes: they’re easy to move, store, and clean, and they bring a playful, resort-like vibe to your space. Whether you’re sunbathing solo or hosting a crew, these picks deliver. Let’s explore the best options that balance style, durability, and that sink-in goodness.

Top Outdoor Bean Bags for Your Poolside Oasis

1. Fatboy Floatzac – The Floatable All-Star

If your poolside dreams include lounging in the water as much as beside it, the Fatboy Floatzac ($299) is your match. This waterproof bean bag doubles as a pool float—its quick-drying EPS beads and mesh underside let water drain fast, so it’s ready for land or sea. Available in chlorine-resistant colors like teal or taupe, it’s got a sleek, modern look that screams backyard furniture with flair.

A friend of mine tested it at her lake house: “I floated all afternoon, then dragged it onto the deck for a nap—no soggy mess, just pure chill.” At 70 inches long, it’s big enough for sprawling, and the straps double as handles for easy hauling. It’s a splurge, but for versatility and outdoor comfort, it’s hard to beat.

2. Big Joe Captain’s Float – Budget-Friendly Bliss

For a wallet-friendly option that doesn’t skimp on fun, the Big Joe Captain’s Float ($129) shines. This waterproof bean bag is pool-ready with a marine-grade vinyl cover that wipes clean and resists fading. At 48 inches wide, it’s compact but comfy, filled with lightweight beads that float effortlessly. Choose from bold stripes or solid navy—it’s backyard furniture that pops without overpowering.

One X user raved, “Tossed it in the pool for the kids, then stole it for myself—super comfy and still looks new.” It’s not as luxe as pricier picks, but for casual outdoor comfort on a budget, it’s a summer steal.

3. Jaxx Ponce Outdoor Bean Bag – Sleek and Supportive

Want something that feels more like a chair than a blob? The Jaxx Ponce ($149) blends bean bag coziness with patio polish. Its solution-dyed acrylic cover is UV- and mold-resistant, making it a true waterproof bean bag that laughs off poolside splashes. The tapered design props you up for reading or chatting, while the EPS beads hug your shape. At 36 inches wide, it’s perfect for smaller decks or pairing with an ottoman.

A 2024 Wayfair reviewer called it “the comfiest poolside seat I’ve owned—no more stiff metal chairs.” Made in the USA, it’s backyard furniture with a modern edge—think less “beach bum,” more “boutique retreat.”

4. Lujo Living Hammock Bean Bag – Luxury Meets Laid-Back

For a high-end lounger that screams relaxation, the Lujo Living Hammock Bean Bag ($399) is a standout. Handcrafted in New Zealand with Sunbrella marine fabric, this waterproof bean bag is built to endure sun, rain, and salt air—perfect for poolside longevity. At 67 inches long, it’s a full-body cradle, with a removable, washable cover for easy upkeep. Colors like slate or nautical blue elevate it to backyard furniture status.

“Lying on this feels like a resort vacation,” a customer gushed online. With a five-year fade warranty, it’s an investment in outdoor comfort that pays off in durability and drool-worthy style.

5. Ambient Lounge Avatar Twin Deluxe – Double the Fun

Hosting poolside? The Ambient Lounge Avatar Twin Deluxe ($499) seats two (or one very sprawled-out you). Its quilted Sunbrella fabric is waterproof and UV-resistant, while adjustable headrests add ergonomic outdoor comfort. At 63 inches wide, it’s a statement piece for backyard furniture, blending sofa-like structure with bean bag ease. The bold red or neutral taupe options fit any vibe.

A 2023 review praised its “resort-quality feel”—ideal for couples or solo loungers who want space to stretch. It’s hefty, but worth it for a poolside centerpiece that wows.

What Makes a Great Poolside Bean Bag?

Not every bean bag survives poolside life. Here’s what to look for:

Waterproofing: Marine-grade vinyl, Sunbrella, or acrylic fabrics keep water out and dry fast—crucial for waterproof bean bags.

UV Resistance: Fading’s the enemy; top picks hold color through summer scorchers.

Filling: EPS beads are light and moldable; reticulated foam (like Cordaroy’s) adds durability and floatability.

Portability: Handles or lightweight builds make dragging it poolside a breeze.

Size: Solo loungers range 36-48 inches; group options hit 60+ inches—match your space and crew.

Think of it like picking a swimsuit: it’s gotta fit, perform, and look good doing it.

Real-Life Splash: A Poolside Story

Meet Sarah, a mom in Phoenix with a postage-stamp backyard. “Our pool takes up most of the space,” she said, “so bulky chairs were out.” She grabbed a Big Joe Captain’s Float and a Jaxx Ponce last summer. “The kids live on the Big Joe—it’s been in and out of the water nonstop. I hog the Jaxx for reading; it’s my oasis.” Both have held up to chlorine, sun, and rowdy cannonballs, turning her poolside into a family hangout. It’s backyard furniture that works overtime—and she’s already eyeing a twin-sized upgrade.

Beyond Comfort: The Poolside Perks

These bean bags aren’t just about sinking in—they’re practical, too. Lightweight designs mean you can shift them from pool to patio or stash them in a shed when storms roll in. Waterproof bean bags cut cleaning to a wipe-down—no scrubbing mildew off wicker here. And they’re space-savers; a 2024 Gardening Etc. report noted their rise in tiny yards, where every inch counts. Plus, they’re eco-friendly—many use recycled beads or sustainable fabrics, giving your relaxation a green twist.

Things to Consider Before You Buy

Poolside perfection has a few caveats. Budget-wise, expect $100-$500—durability costs more. Check weight—some hefty models (like the Ambient Lounge) need muscle to move. Storage’s key; even waterproof bean bags last longer indoors off-season. And match size to your setup—a giant twin bag in a tight corner looks clownish. Test the vibe, too—bright stripes scream “party,” while muted tones whisper “zen.”

The Future of Poolside Lounging

Bean bags are evolving. At 2025’s Outdoor Design Show, brands teased waterproof bean bags with built-in speakers or cooling gel beads—comfort meets tech. Floatable hybrids are trending, too, blurring the line between pool toy and backyard furniture. The future’s looking plush, and poolside relaxation’s never been smarter.

Conclusion: Sink Into Summer

The best outdoor bean bags turn your poolside into a personal retreat—think outdoor comfort that’s as easy as it is indulgent. From the floatable Fatboy Floatzac to the luxe Lujo Hammock, these waterproof bean bags offer something for every lounger, budget, and backyard. They’re backyard furniture with soul—flexible, fun, and ready for whatever summer throws at them. So, grab one, kick back by the water, and let the good times roll. Your pool’s calling—and these bean bags answer in style.

[jayedshifter]

Due to Events and controversy, Wilbur, Dream, George, Punz and Sapnap Blobs are no longer free to adopt, they must be asked for due to my worry of people taking and abusing them D:

Please Remember to SEPARATE CC! From C! :D

Based off of lore that I’ve found throughout the community and my own head cannons! :D

Dream Bitty Blob!

Personality- Sweet, Nurturing, Excitable, Cuddly, Energetic, Protective, Clever

Diet- Normal foods! As long as it is not Poisonous or Spicy they should be perfectly fine!

Height- 6-8 inches

Compatibility-

Dream blobs are very cuddly especially when it comes to their Blob Colony and they can easily become depressed if separated from their Colony for too long, they are required to be adopted with their colony and other blobs that they have gotten attached to, too prevent depression and escape.

These bitties are extreme escape artists! It is recommended to have your home inspected and reinforced with proper modifications to prevent your blob from leaving the house in an extreme game of tag.

These bitties require a nesting area made of soft objects and things that they like, typically it will consist of clothings, pillows, plushies and items that smell like the people or bitties that they are fond of or like.

These bitties require hard, chewable yet edible items to help keep their teeth in check, like hard dog treats or bones (yes they will eat them)

Info-

Their mouth has three layers of shark like teeth that hook inwards, once something goes inside, then unless it's small, and smooth like an egg, it's not coming back out.

Dream Blobs are extremely athletic and quick! They are swift to learn and swift to move around, they can be extremely crafty and smart often being able to trick other Blobs and People!

Dream blobs are especially sweet and friendly with others and often interact with play fighting, cuddles and nuzzles.

Dream Blobs will use their owners hair, shoulder and pockets as a nest to rest in/on often, this may lead to bad bed head or rats nests if you do not brush it quickly.

Dream blobs can be extremely shy to warming up to a new owners, but are especially prone to hiding when in a new environment.

Dream blobs are especially affectionate to Puffy Types, Sapnap types, Badboyhalo Types, AweSamDude Types, Antfrost Types, and George Types.

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Reproductive Information!

[They are Completely Asexual but not all are Aromantic, though some can be on other Aro/Ace Spectrums]

Egg laying will only occur when comfortable and safe! To which the blog will slowly grow to 4ft in height becoming extremely affectionate, cuddly and warm, producing natural heat, becoming extremely squishy, plush and almost foam like.

Once Eggs have hatched and matured they will shrink back down or stay in this state where they will have more eggs.

These Dream blobs are extremely territorial and protective of their eggs.

Should they not have at least 1/6th of the smp blobs then a Dream blob will lay through a Magic Induced asexual manner, giving birth by throwing up the eggs.

Dream Blob will lay 1-5 eggs through their mouths.

To which they will sacrifice anything and everything to protect them, should the eggs be taken and destroyed they will go on a destructive 'warpath' until they are either killed, or the Eggs are returned.

Dream blobs, if mated- will have a 60% chance of produce a ship blob should they have a partner to copy DNA from, Normal Dream Blobs and DSMP bitties chances of appearing will be reduced to 20%

'Egg Cycle' is every other month on every other Monday which will last for 2-5 days, this cycle will continue until the Blob Bitty is satisfied With blob army.

The eggs will either hatch a DSMP blob or just another dream type blob, or if mated, a ship child blob.

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[crochetfanaticdesign]

Girl Blob from Kirby's Dream Land 2. #crochet #crochetfanaticdesign #crochetfanatic #shopify #handmade #plush #amigurumi #toy #doll #nintendo #kirby #dreamland2 #girlblob

[dwtdog]

Do you have the George plush or just the blob

Bc I ordered from Etsy before and these cat ears that were for American girl dolls fit my George plush so I would assume the cat beanies you find on Etsy for American girl dolls might also fit on the George / dream blob plush

WHAT i can give him cat ears!??

[achillean-knight]

Sorry to bother ya, but, when does this take place?

https://www.tumblr.com/achillean-knight/738485575236124672?source=share

I'm asking cuz it's not really clear. Is this happening IRL? Or is this happening in Cassie's mind? I'm saying this because I saw another post where you told your version of events to an anon who shared plot points with you, and you said that Cassie has fully succumbed to the virus. Is this a hallucination Charlie is giving her as a chance to fight the virus back? If so, that'd be interesting.

G'day!! Ty for the ask! Not bothered at all tbh :D This is sort of a long reply but I hope that's ok.

YEAH I never truly touched upon this, huh? WELL this lil comic is happening while she's unconscious after the elevator incident (after the mimic and all that jazz.) She puts the mask on before the elevator nearly comes to its end- kinda like how one of the paths you take in the mimic chase, you arrive at the Fredbear cutout and put the mask on for some reason. I like to think it's to escape the reality of the situation and what's going on around her to calm herself down, y'know?

However, in the mask she's kinda stuck in a purgatory-like state. She can't take her mask off irl, due to being so badly hurt that she can't move, so she's stuck in this sort of dream/digital purgatory where Charlie's spirit resides.

You remember the FNAF 3 minigames, where you can find hints and secrets to get yourself the happiest day minigame? I like to think Charlie's spirit can enter digital realms like that, as she is pretty much manifest at the end of the happiest day minigame where you see the sprite with the puppet mask give cake to the Golden Freddy kid.

Along with that, in Help Wanted 2, you can find the nightmarionne plush in a variety of minigames, the lobby and even Princess Quest 2, so I took all that and made a Haven for Charlie to reside. It also represents the tree with the graves you see in Pizzaria Simulator + the tree you see in one of the FNAF 3 minigames :> (I forgot which one, I think it's BB?)

But yeah, after that little side tangent (I'm sorry, I rlly wanted to explain that too HSHSHSHSB) it's a place for Charlie to protect the MCI, and she decides to take the chance to protect Cassie aswell, to prevent the chance of the Glitchtrap virus taking over while she's unconscious. What happens after is... Well, I'm not sure BSBSVSVSVCSCS

I'm still plotting the story out, but I want to go the 'Cassie becomes the next Vanny' sort of route, because like alot of my AU, I'm incredibly inspired by a sort of theory? Plot idea? I saw in a video (which also inspired the different head for the Blob SBBSSB) I should really link all the videos that got me coming up with ideas for folks to look though, huh?

ANYWAYS, SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS, I love discussing ideas and such for my AU!! So thank you again for the ask 🛐 If I missed anything, or you have question, lmk!! I'm down to answer!

Also, this comic, the puppet one, takes place a fair bit into the AU. I created it BC I was too impatient to wait to get up to this part JSHSBSBAV I'll HOPEFULLY illustrate the situation better when the comic catches up!

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This!! This right here!! This is why nobody, and I mean NOBODY (I’m looking at you, Royce) can say that Logan is weak.

His powers are incredibly strong. Not only did he affect the gosh darn NEVER WITCH, who is [redacted spoilers] and a very powerful spellcaster— he affected her FROM REALMS AWAY. The distance that music travelled and could still affect her—

And that was by ACCIDENT. Imagine if Logan tried on purpose.

Sure, maybe it was just a one-off gag. But I like to think it’s foreshadowing hidden as a joke that Logan is stronger than anyone (including himself) thinks

This is just more evidence for @angeldrawsstuffs and I’s theory that Logan is connected to Lunia in some way. The blue, the unique style of dreamcrafting (that involves bringing dream creatures to life— Mateo & Izzie did it with Z-Blob & Bunchu, but usually you need a strong basis— Mateo’s character he drew so often in the Waking World and Izzie’s plushes, which she needs (and they aren’t active without her summons). Sure, maybe the boombox wouldn’t have persisted as long as Z-Blob, but maybe it would have— and either way, Logan didn’t consciously make it the way Izzie does with Bunchu)

But yeah Logan is really strong, way stronger than people (in-universe) give him credit for

It doesn't surprise me that she doesn't like Logan's music.