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dingbatnix · 1 year

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Blob

Chapter One

Chapter 2

Here’s another multi-chapter thing that I won’t finish anytime soon! : ) I’m just tired of holding on to them, so here!

Inspired by what i think was a clip of Tommy going, “Hello there,” in a high pitched voice to something cute.

Thanks to @da3dm for helping me proofread! also if anyone spots any mistakes with the ‘its’ and the ‘it’s’, please let me know! I was having trouble with those.

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,838

Warnings: Mild description of blood (though only through technicality, it’s just pink ichor?)

Tommy stared at the crater that used to be his stuff. It-it was all gone…all of his hard work…just like that! No ceremony, no nothing. It just…didn't exist anymore!

He scrubbed an arm over his stinging eyes. He wouldn't cry! He was a man! A big man! And even if all of his stuff, his work was gone…he'd, he’d just have to rebuild! And…and not make Dream mad this time…yeah! Tommy nodded to himself, mind made up. He would be okay. He wouldn't think about how he was having to restart, again, he would just…do it. Yeah.

A quiet squeal of pain stole him from his thoughts. Tommy looked around. There wasn't anything he could see but the grassy, hole-riddled field he was in. He glanced over at the newest crater and had to do a double-take. There was something moving in the bottom! Something other than shattered rocks and burnt-up roots!

Tommy deftly hopped forward, avoiding a twisted piece of debris, and gingerly picked his way down the side of the steep drop. He only tripped twice before he made it down to the bottom of the crater. Jagged bits of rubble laid about, but he ignored them in favor of eyeing the little creature on the ground.

It was white, with a round head and a teardrop-shaped body, and was a little smaller than his palm. It turned when it heard his footsteps and squeaked in terror, little dot-eyes wide. Tommy blanched. Its face looked exactly like the one on Dream’s mask. He took a step back, warily analyzing the thing.

Despite the fact that it had Dream’s mask for a face, it kinda seemed…softer, in a strange sort of way. Its smile seemed to quiver, and it actually blinked, making its eyes seem much less beady than the ones on the mask. Tommy’s guard melted like hot butter, and he crouched down with a coo.

"Well hello there, little fella," The blob-like creature turned and tried to hop away from him. Suddenly, it squee’d in pain, spasming and flopping pathetically onto its face. Something glinted in the sunlight, drawing Tommy’s gaze over to its exposed side.

"Oh! You're hurt!" Tommy peered at the small shard of glass sticking from the thing’s side. Strange, watery pink liquid dripped from the wound, shining glossily against the blob-creature’s white skin. Tommy’s eyes darted to the ground around it, where he could see what seemed to be the shattered remnants of a glass bottle. His brow furrowed in thought. Was it being kept in a bottle? Did it get caught in the explosion?

The little blob whined and attempted to push itself up. Another pained squeak escaped it, and it stiffened, sinking back to the ground. Tommy felt a swell of sympathy rise through his heart. Poor guy…I should help it.

Nodding to himself, Tommy reached forward and gently scooped his fingers underneath it. It squeaked in fear, tiny dot eyes scrunching shut as it started to tremble. “D’aww. I’m not gonna hurt you, little guy.” He grinned, brushing his thumb over the creature's skin. It felt soft! Like a marshmallow!

It ducked its head, trying to avoid his touch. The glass embedded in its side scraped against one of his fingers, and it flinched with a tiny yip. Tommy gasped, feeling a flash of guilt. “Hey, hey, it's okay, sorry, buddy. Here,” he brought his other hand up and cupped it underneath the creature, giving it more space to sit on.

“Let’s, let’s go get that glass out of you and patch you up, yeah?” He didn’t get a response, unless he counted the small whimpers it was making. Tommy pushed himself up from his knees, trying to keep his cupped hands steady, and stood.

Tommy frowned. All of his stuff, including his medical supplies, had just been blown to smithereens by Dream. He didn’t have anything he could use as bandages…

He scanned around the pockmarked landscape, looking for anything he could use. His eyes passed over his tent, and he paused. His tent! His tent could work!

Idea in place, Tommy started carefully picking his way out of the crater, using his elbows whenever he needed to climb instead of his hands. The little blob creature he was carrying had gone limp, and for a moment Tommy was worried that it had died. He brushed a thumb over its head and was in equal parts relieved and guilty when it flinched.

Tommy finally reached his tent and ducked inside. He glanced around, gaze alighting on the shears hooked onto the crafting table. “Here we go!” Carefully, he shifted the creature to his left hand and grabbed the shears with his right. It recoiled at the sight of the sharp blades, but he was quick to reassure it. “I’m, I’m just gonna use these to get you some bandages, okay? Here,” He lowered the hand with the blob down to his bed and tilted it slightly. “Off you get, come on, fella.” He shook his hand slightly, encouraging the creature to hop off. It hit the thin blanket with a weak squeal and just hunched over itself, eyes scrunched shut and trembling lightly. Tommy frowned.

With his hands now free, Tommy could now snip away at the edge of the tent’s thin fabric wall until he had a length of cloth about as long as his arm that he could use as a bandage. It left an ugly, jagged hole in the wall of his tent, but Tommy scoffed. It's not like the thin fabric did much against the wind, anyway.

He dropped the shears back onto the crafting table, bundling the bandage up, and turned to his bed. Alarm slashed through him. The little creature was gone! He stepped quickly over to the bed, scanning over the top of the threadbare blanket. Nothing! Tommy dropped to his knees, checking underneath the old mattress. There! The little white shape was painstakingly hopping towards the tent wall, making tiny, poorly held-back squeaks every time it landed.

Tommy reached under the bed and gently wrapped his fist around the creature. It squee’d desperately, frantically writhing between his fingers as he drew it out from beneath the bed. He quickly cupped his other hand under the blob and brought it to his chest.

“Hey, hey, hey buddy, its okay, you’re okay, I’m not gonna hurt you, bud. I just want to help.” It cowered down in his loose fist, shaking and making small, hiccuping whines. Guilt flushed through him. He-he really didn’t mean to scare it!

He uncurled his fist, gently setting the blob in his palm and bracing his hand against the side of his other. Slowly, Tommy sat up to his knees, intermittently making sure the little creature was secure as he shuffled over to the crafting table. As soon as it seemed like Tommy had a good hold on it, the little blob gave up, slumping sadly against his fingers. It was still quivering, but at least now it wasn’t actively trying to leap out of his hold.

Tommy breathed in a deep gulp of air and brought his hands away from his chest to gingerly set the creature down on top of the table. It squeaked quietly when it hit the cool wood, scrunching in on itself, then squealed sharply when that seemed to jostle the glass in its side. It sent a tiny glare towards the shard, its little dot-eyes flattening out while its smile seemed to straighten. Tommy had to stifle a grin.

“Alright, I gotta-I gotta get that glass out of your side, okay?” The blob’s gaze snapped towards Tommy, and it churred lowly, turning its injured side away from him. Tommy winced, reaching forward and hovering his hands beside the creature unsurely. It ducked down and gave him a shaky glare.

Tommy winced, then settled his mind. “Don’t look at me like that! I’m trying to help you!” He had to get the glass out. It would probably kill the little thing if it stayed embedded in its side.

“Okay, buddy, this is gonna hurt, but I gotta do this.” He paused. “Brace yourself, I guess?” With that, he curled one hand around the plump little body and pinched the protruding edge of the glass with the other. He tried to pull it out as smoothly as he could, but he had to readjust his grip on the slippery glass several times, making the poor blob creature whimper loudly each time.

Finally, the two inch-long shard of glass popped free, and pale pink blood (ichor? Tommy wasn’t sure) suddenly gushed from the wound. The blob wailed, shuddering and sinking against the fingers still curled around it. Tommy moved quickly, dropping the glass shard and snatching up the long bandage. He pinned one edge of the bandage against its side with his thumb and gently started looping it around the blob’s body, making sure it was tight enough to curb the blood flow, but not tight enough to keep the little guy from breathing (he thought it was breathing. Probably.) Tommy finally tied the bandage off and leaned back to inspect his handiwork.

The bandages seemed to be holding, and there were only a few places that were stained with the creature’s pale pink blood. It would have to be good enough for now, because Tommy didn’t have anything else. Not anymore.

The blob had its eyes scrunched shut while Tommy was taking care of its wound, and now it slowly blinked them open, peering at first at the thick swath of bandages wrapping its body, then at Tommy. It chirped, curiously, warily, and leaned forward with its head cocked.

Tommy splayed his hands out with a bright grin. “See? I Just wanted to help. I wasn’t gonna hurt ya.” It flinched back when he raised his hands, then leaned forward again. It trilled, glancing down at the half-shod bandages then back up at Tommy.

After a long moment of staring, the blob attempted to hop forward, but froze with a yip and hunched back down. Tommy winced in sympathy. “Yeah, that’s gonna hurt for a while. Sorry bud.” He apologized, hesitantly bringing a hand up close to the little creature.

It flinched back at first, but after a beat, it leaned forward to nuzzle its head against Tommy’s fingers. The teen grinned, a small laugh bubbling out of his throat. He curled his fingers over its soft white skin, gently stroking the little creature. He was mildly surprised when it started to purr. It was a weak, wavery sound, but a purr nonetheless.

Tommy’s chest already felt lighter than it did just a few minutes ago, when Dream had destroyed all of his possessions. He decided that he was going to keep the creature, as long as it wanted to stay with him. For now, though…it needed a name.

"I think I'll call you…Blob."

The newly dubbed Blob shot him an acidic look.

Tommy shrugged, smiling brightly. "What? I'm not changing it."

#dream blob #i teally really dont know how to tag this #ill just do it as usual #whatever #mcyt g/t #mcyt gt #g/t #writing #g/t writing #giant!tommyinnit #tiny dream blob #the hardest part i thing is tagging this in a way that wont spoil anything #eh

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kelocitta · 9 months

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In honor of the @rw-ship-showdown I wanted to write about Artihunter as someone who jokingly slapped them together pre-downpour and still thinks they are actually very compelling. Just not in the super soft love wins kinda way (Although I get why people like that more) And the only way I know how to do that is talking too much so heres a far too long slug essay-

Obviously the slugcats don't offer a ton of characterization but theres not nothing to work with. Their stories, whether by their roles in it or the overarching themes do provide a backbone to work with. Even gameplay itself can provide a bit. (for some more than others) Hunter, to me, is ultimately a story about selflessness. The goal is to revive Moon, which is very much an act of kindness from both Hunter and NSH. But the weight of that action is much more significant for Hunter- Hunter is deeply sick. They're on the clock, and for all their skill in combat none of that will ultimately help them to survive longer than their body can hold out. Moon is a close friend of NSH but that means little Hunter- Hunter really gets next to nothing out of helping them, and ultimately pays quiet a bit spending their limited time alive fighting to deliver that neuron so that someone else can live.

To spend ones limited days on helping another, in a game that very much stresses the unwavering cruelty of the world and nature- is pretty notable. (And you could even say that Hunter being the Hardmode of Rain World adds another layer to this)

And then we have Artificer. A storyline that very much stands out to people as more… villainous (so to speak) than the other slugcats. Artificer's story covers a lot of things. Trauma, violence, revenge, etc. Revenge is a bit of a selfish desire- That need to see someone hurt as they have hurt you. A punishment that ultimately does not fix whatever harm was done- but feels good to see because you were hurt and now those responsible share that pain.

Artificer's actions are founded in that need for revenge, their pups killed for overstepping boundaries they didn't know existed. Is it not fair for them to be angry at that, to punish the scavengers for their violence with their own? Why should the scavengers ever be forgiven when they and their pups were not? And that's how you get that loop- Harm for harm over and over.

The original action has been lost in a spiral of violence for violence. And here stands Artificer- their very spirit scarred. Not just because they sought revenge, but because they never ceased trying to scratch that itch for violence as an answer. Artificer only has two paths for their story- killing the scavenger king (Someone who, really, has little to do with the original 'crime' of the scavengers, but represents an important individual to them- as did the slugpups to Artificer), locking themselves as karma one for good and spending the rest of their life chasing creatures that no longer even fight back in a warped sense of closure- or to dissolve themselves in the acids of the void sea because they're too far gone to find any real peace.

They can't meaningfully recover from that state, not alone, twisting in on themselves. Even if they halt their actions, they've been using violence as a feeble defense against their own pain- violence that no longer has any real direction or basis. Artificer gets no real closure from killing the scavenger king. All they can do is continue the cycle, or try to scrub it away. No real peace in a prison of their own making. So you have a creature, who even with a strict timer on their life- a body that will crumble to disease, spends its last bit of time on saving another. And another who was so caught up in the pain of loss that were eaten alive by their own anger, poisoned their own soul on such a deep level even self-proclaimed gods have no solution for them. What peace can they offer each other? For Hunter, its only a fleeting moment of happiness- of selfish love, before their own body fails them. A bit of indulgence in something for themself. For Artificer, its a single, comforting thread to ground them again, something tangible to protect and care about again. But thats a thread that will ultimately be snapped under the cruel indifference of the world. Hunters timer will tick down regardless of if it takes another with it. Its a tragedy- its doomed to end badly. Whatever good it offers to either of them to find each other will only provide the fleeting comfort of a band-aid that will be ripped away too early. But all that can be worth indulging in anyway, if only for the moment. It doesn't change the ending, but the ending was never going to be happy. Its can so yuri

#rain world #rw shipping #tagging that just cause this is explicitly about that even though I usually dont do shipping stuff #with that said i dont even think this particular interpretation of a possible dynamic needs to be romantic its just kinda #about companionship in general. companionship thats going to absolutely shred an already unstable slug emotionally but thats #the point. friendship and love in spite of the unavoidable ending #just noticed this is like 80% theme analysis and 20% 'these go together just trust me'#but also theyre both girls because i want them to and also because im channeling hornet from hollow knight #who made me so deeply ill that my rain world tags still havent outcompeted my Hk tags because i drew her so much. so so much.#hunter is hornet coded to me and artificer is like if angela and gebura from lc combined into a deeply fucked up ferret #also i did tag the poll because they kinda inspired this but also. i wasnt gonna put all this out here WITHOUT a readmore thats embarassing #but i guess this is propaganda for a ship already seen as popular but like... idk i think theres something to it even as someone #who did literally slap them together originally because they were both red slugcats i considered girls. predownpour so we didnt have anythi #anyway hi tag readers i have so much work to do im being bad by writing about gay slugs. i need to get myself together #its so late this might just be nonsense bwaaaaaaa

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