#little blobs

[quintessenceofdust88]

Little Blobs, ch. 6

After waaay too long, chapter 6 of Little Blobs is finally updated! It's a bit shorter than usual, but I figured it was long overdue! I hope you enjoy it ♥

It’s 2 AM and Buck should be asleep. He’s not, because his babies decided to have a dance party inside his belly. They’re moving around a lot, kicking Buck’s ribs and giving him those fluttering feelings, kind of like butterflies dancing on his stomach. 

He’s 19 weeks pregnant by now, which is basically halfway, and the babies have been particularly active in the last few days. At the station, it’s become a popular attraction, talking to Buck’s bump to try and make them move. Bobby’s the one who has most success at it, and gloats about it constantly, effectively ending Eddie and Cim’s discussion about who’s their favorite uncle. 

“Well, I guess that settles who is their real favorite”, Bobby told them smugly, and Eddie rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. 

“Yeah, Cap, but that’s cheating. You’re their grandpa, not their uncle; doesn’t count.” He said, completely matter-of-factly, and they all pretended not to notice the tears in the Captain’s eyes at those words.

Now, lying in bed with his eyes wide open, Buck remembers it and feels a little emotional himself. But as cute and adorable as Buck finds his babies moving around to their grandpa, right now he’s not enjoying it so much. It’s keeping him awake, and he shouldn’t be awake. He has a doctor appointment the next day, and plans to hang out with Maddie and Jee afterwards, so he can’t sleep in. 

“Shhh, you guys’, he whispers at them, patting his tummy gently and trying his best not to wake Tommy.

And then he thinks that’s not quite fair. Buck’s awake, and Tommy put him in this mess, and he should be awake with him. "Tommy”, he says, gently nudging his husband’s shoulder, and his first responder instincts kick him in a minute. “What? Are you okay? The babies okay?” Tommy says sleepily, sitting up on the bed in a rush and looking at Buck worriedly, which, okay, makes Buck feel a tad guilty. “We’re fine.”, he reassures him, giving Tommy’s hand a gentle kiss. “But your children seem to think I’m a dance floor. They just won’t stop, Tommy, you gotta do something.” Tommy’s sleepy brain apparently has to process what Buck’s saying, and he stares at Buck with a frown for about a minute. Then, he huffs a small laugh, placing a hand on Buck’s bump. “Did you really wake me up because our blobs are kicking?” He asks, but his voice carries no annoyance, only delight.

“Yes. It’s a bonding experience, you’re welcome” Buck says petulantly, and Tommy chuckles, his hand gently caressing Buck’s bump. 

“Hi, blobs”, Tommy whispers reverently, lowering himself down so his face is closer to Buck’s belly. The babies seem to recognize their Papa’s voice, because they move even more intensely inside Buck. “Are you keeping Daddy awake? You know that’s not fair, because I’m the one who has to deal with him being grumpy tomorrow.”

Buck shoves him playfully, and Tommy looks up at him with a snicker, before looking back at the bump. He’s lying face down on their bed, his hair all ruffled from sleep, a beautiful smile on his face, and Buck is taken aback by how much he loves this man. 

They’ve been doing a lot better since they had that fight a few weeks ago. Tommy’s been more open about his feelings, and Buck’s insecurities are feeling more placated each day. They’re both trying to understand they’re not their parents, and will make their own mistakes with these kids rather than repeating the ones made to them. 

“C’mon, little loves, let’s settle, hm?” Tommy continues, his voice absurdly soft, and Buck thinks that if the babies don’t fall asleep, he probably will. “Cause tomorrow me and Daddy want to take a good look at you and everyone needs to be rested for that”

He starts to gently run his thumb up and down Buck’s bump, making shushing noises and muttering sweet nothings to the babies. And there must be some sort of magic to Tommy’s voice, because Buck can actually feel the twins' movements slowing down. He lets out a sigh of relief, and then caresses Tommy’s hair. 

“Well, I guess we know each one of us will deal with bedtime when they’re here,” He tells him, and Tommy chuckles affectionately, still not letting go of the bump, still settling their babies down. He smiles sleepily at Buck. 

“Hm, we’ll see about that” He mutters, and presses a kiss to the bump before sitting up and pressing a kiss to Buck’s forehead. “Better, sweetheart?”

“Much, thank you” Buck tells him, pulling Tommy into a hug, letting him rest his head on Buck’s chest while he plays with his curls. “I guess they were picking up my nervous energy about tomorrow, and you settled them down.”

“Why are you nervous about tomorrow? Have you been feeling something?” Tommy asks with a frown, rubbing circles on Buck’s bump, and Buck quickly shakes his head. 

“No, babe, nothing like that.” He’s quick to reassure his husband, before biting his lips anxiously. “I… I don’t know, it’s probably just me being paranoid, but… What if there’s something wrong and we don’t know? Or what if our birth plan is not possible because it’s twins? I… I just worry, you know?”

“You’re not paranoid, sweetheart”, Tommy reassures him, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I think it’s normal to be worrying the closer we get to due date. But if something was wrong I don’t think our blobs would be having a dance party at 2 am, would they?’

Buck chuckles with a nod, hugging Tommy closer, needing his grounding presence right now. 

“No, I guess they wouldn’t. I just want to be sure I’m doing everything I can to keep them healthy.”

“I’m sure you are, but we’ll ask Dr. Yard all the questions tomorrow, okay? Including the most important one”, He smirks at Buck, who frowns at him. 

“What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow we find out if we’re having two girls, two boys or one of each” He says, and Buck smiles excitedly at him. “Won’t you let me know your bets?”

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[trianna-phoenix]

I made bagginsheild charms!

The sketch:

Before I fuck them up:

The results!!

Just some little guys <3 I love them so much

[breaddino48]

I described the mutant mayhem boys to my mom as “little blobs” becuase I was struggling drawing them

[erinwantstowrite]

THE father and son duo

[nightingale-prompts]

Health Code Violation- DC x DP prompt

"Hold on there. You're not permitted beyond this point." The floating teenage boy said as he tucked his clipboard under his arm.

After a battle with another world-ending villain Superman was killed in action and after a short debate the decision to revive him using the Lazarus Pit was made. However, the league members who were carrying his body to the pit didn't expect it to be blocked off with caution tape. A teenage boy with stark white hair and wearing a hard hat and orange construction vest.

"What are you doing out here kid? And what is with the tape?" Barry asked shifting Clark's heavy ass body from crushing him.

"I'm here to take a look at the leak." He said pointing a thumb in the direction of the green pit.

"The leak?" Diana echoed in confusion.

"Yeah, your planet has a leak. A few actually. Our realm hasn't been managed well and now that the old king is gone we need to fix some things. Right now the leaks need to be sealed." He said. "Also what's with the dead guy?"

"We were bringing him to the Lazarus Pit to revive him." Barry said blankly.

The teen shook his head in astonishment almost dropping his clipboard.

"You are what?! With the what?!"

"The Lazarus pit...?" Hal laughed nervously his face in a half-quirked smile.

"You call it a Lazarus Pit? Guys this is a pool of contaminated ectoplasm. Basically sewage. This thing is full of dead people juice. All those leftover emotions and obsessions are stewing in there. You toss that body in these pool and you'll make a revenant full of anger. It doesn't even have an ecosystem to cleanse it. It's like stagnant water." The teen said waving his pen around before pausing "Wait a minute....you people have been using it? No wonder it's so polluted! What is wrong with you?! Are you trying to contaminate your planet? Do you want zombies?"

It was kind of weird to be scolded by a kid, for everyone but Bruce. He thought of a more pragmatic approach. He didn't like the pit but he acknowledged it's usefulness.

"I understand. But we do want to save our friend and the only way is to use the pit."

"That's a big ask. The pit is one thing but bringing back the dead willy nilly? ...But I guess that's my domain now.. "

The teen mumbled to himself before sighing.

"Look, I want to help. I really do. But the pit is unstable and there are many more on this planet with the same issue. We can't risk an apocalypse and the chance they get into the wrong hands. This is for the safety of your planet." The teen said as mannerly as possible as he dismissed the heros.

"Come on, please. Our friend is dead. You don't want our friend to die." Barry said pleadingly.

"Very mature of you. A bit of shame might help you...alright fine but don't badger me again." The silver-haired being said taking out a small syringe and taking a sample of his own blood.

"It's diluted compared to the pure stuff but 10x stronger than the stuff in the pool. It's safer and once he's kicking again it'll drain out of his system." He tossed the needle to Barry and returned to taking samples of the pit. "This biohazard requires an ecologist. I'll have to import some blob feeders to clean up the toxins. Then either seal this up or link it to the network. But these dumb mortals are just going to keep dumping bodies into it."

The teen mumbled to himself as he tried to find a solution.

A week later all the Lazarus pits had disappeared. The Al Ghuls were scrambling as the source of their powers dried up.

Clark was alive and feeling better than ever. No pit rage at all.

Eventually the boy returned.

"I had a talk with the ancients and they agreed to let you have one ecto pool. Only one thought and it has to be managed by me. As long as you don't try abusing it by going into it while alive or not asking permission I'll allow you to use it. Also, be mindful of my cleaning wisps, they work very hard to keep the natural flow of the ecto cycle going." The teen said holding up a green little ghost blob and petting it.

[emacrow]

John is salty as fuck.

How the fuck Red Robin got a Favor Ticket from the infinite realm?!?

He has been spending a 4 year and 8 months trying to figure the right ritual to summon that bastard right. All he gets is a dog sized looking green blob ball thing looking thing that take one look at him, say oooo and disappears on him, and yet the coffee obsessed robin figured it out in one shot to save batman?!?

Fuck this! He ignoring batman asking questions about the infinite realm, he need hardcover 99% alcohol liquor right the fuck now.

He sticks his middle finger as he leaves through the portal, closing it on his way out as he plop onto his bed in the house of mysteries, groaning out his frustration.

If John was paying attention, he wouldn't notice several dozen blob ghosts laying on his back, silently oooing on his slowly developing core.

Meanwhile

In crime city, Jason had given trying to removed this greenish lazarus pit cat sized goop off him for the last 6 hours. None of the robin seem to see it beside Cass, but the rage seem to be sipping away.

Part 2 here <-

[lave-ium]

I WANNA SEE YOU DANCE ! 💥

album cover redraw lalala

og + extra doodle under the cut

heres the album this is based off of

and extra doodles woohoo!!!

[egophiliac]

I have SO many thoughts about everything and they are in no kind of order yet, so here's just some quick little bits in the meantime!

I am not normal about any of these characters!

[robinsleeping]

Never getting over how Damian is drawn

[quintessenceofdust88]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

I was tagged by @bidisasterevankinard and @frogsinflannel (thank you so much, darlings! ♥) for WIP Wednesday yesterday and I didn't get this done on time, but I really wanted to post something because I'm slowly getting back to writing, sooo. Here's the beginning of Ch. 7 from Little Blobs:

“Sophia?”

“No. Luna?”

“Pretty, but no. Abigail?”

“...Tommy.” 

“...Yeah, okay, just realized the problem with that one. Hard no.” Sigh. “This is not working. How about we come up with some boy names?”

“Okay. Benjamin?”

“No. Owen?”

“Definitely not. Romeo?”

“No, Evan, our child is not a Shakespearean hero”

“Well, there goes Hamlet and Macbeth.”

“...you were not planning on naming our son Hamlet.”

“That’s rich coming from the one who wanted to name him Maverick”

“I just wanted to reference a good movie” Snap. ‘Wait. I got it! Luke and Leia”

“...I’m divorcing you”

“I’m taking that as a no”

They flop back on the bed, and Buck sighs, running a hand on his twenty-two-week bump. The babies are quiet right now, which is not helpful; if they had kicked, Buck could have gauged their opinions on the name options. 

“Why is it so hard to name our kids?! I figured at this point we’d have figured out what their names are, you know?” He laments, resting his head against Tommy’s shoulder. 

Tommy presses a kiss to his forehead, a small chuckle escapes his lips. He rests a hand above Buck’s belly, running his thumb over it as it’s been his habit (and Buck already knows he’ll miss it once the babies are out).

“I know, love, but have some more patience. They’ll tell us who they are eventually. We just have to keep listening”

“I just hope they tell us before they’re old enough to understand they’re being called Blob 1 and Blob 2”

“Well. It’s certainly unique” Tommy says, and Buck glares at him. His husband smiles smugly, and gives him a small peck on the lips. “I’m kidding, sweetheart. But it will come to us, I promise”

“It’s just… We’re assembling the nurseries today”, Buck says, trying his hardest not to pout. “I wanted to do the whole writing his names on the wall thing, you know? You are so talented, you could make a whole panel based on their names meanings or something”

Tommy presses a long kiss to his forehead, comfortingly rubbing his hand in Buck’s arm. Buck knows he’s being a bit irrational about this, and that it’s probably the hormones’ fault, so Tommy comforting him instead of finding it funny is actually very welcome. 

“Evan”, he says warmly. “We’re just starting the nurseries today, love. Assembling the cribs and painting the walls. There will be plenty of time for me to do a pretty panel with their names on it.”

“Not plenty of time. Sixteen weeks at the most, if they don’t decide to come early.” Buck argues stubbornly, and Tommy chuckles. 

“Well, it’s 9 am so forgive me for not doing math, but I’d say sixteen weeks with seven days each still count as plenty of time. We’ll be fine. They’ll be fine” Tommy reassures him, and Buck does pout now. 

“Stop being all rational with me. It’s sexy”, he complains (though it can hardly be called a complaint), burrowing his nose in Tommy’s neck, and pressing a kiss right on the spot that makes Tommy shiver. 

“You stop it, our family will be here for lunch in three hours and the house is a mess.” Tommy says, but he’s already running his hand on Buck’s hair, tugging at the curls. Buck smirks against his neck, his hand slipping under Tommy’s shirt to run over his chest. 

“Three hours is plenty of time…” Buck argues, and Tommy scoffs. 

“Oh, but sixteen weeks isn’t?” He quips, and Buck turns a kiss into a small bite in retaliation, which makes Tommy flinch slightly. 

“Shut up and stop denying your pregnant husband”, Buck demands, and well.

Who’s Tommy to argue with that?

Np tagging (you can consider it an early tag for Fuck it Friday ♥) @agentpeggycartering @unhingedangstaddict @laundryandtaxesworld @trombonechurchill @typicalopposite @peppermintquartz and whoever else would like to join ♥

[bottle-of-harpoons]

More self indulging mer AUs.

(Some extra doodles I cant be bothered to clean up)

[reader-from-nowhere]

Omg coming across your stuff again, i love how you draw them as little thingsss😭

Mind if i ask for some Swerve and Cyclonus? I started to really enjoy their small friendship as of late ówò

“It’s movie night, Swerve, did you forget?”

Welcome back! It’s always nice to know people come back for my stuff :)

[quintessenceofdust88]

YALL PLEASE. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BECAUSE I'M ---- 🥹🥹🥹

THE ONE HUGGING HIS PLUSHIE IS THEIR BOY, LEONARDO, AND THAT MISCHIEVOUS-LOOKING LITTLE LADY IS THEIR BABY GIRL, STELLA!

I kid you not when I say I made the exact same expression Buck and Tommy are making when Ire showed me this!! Somehow she managed to capture their personalities perfecly and I am absolutely in awe! It's like she saw them in my imagination and made them even better!

(Please squeal over the details with me, like their matching bracelets and Stella's birthmark on her arm)

Ire, darling, I know I said this before but it bears repeating: thank youuuu! Thank you thank you thank you! I love this so much it has made my entire week ♥♥♥

Hi! Here it's a little drawing I made based on @quintessenceofdust88 little Blobs fanfic! I wanted to draw these cute little ones !!

I used one of Starla's Arts baby poses as reference for baby Leo

[superkawaiimothman]

A special little guy who has done nothing wrong ever

[britcision]

Another “Danny works at a mortuary” but because he’s also the strongest source of ectoplasm in insert-city-of-your-choice he is constantly surrounded by blob ghosts that no one else can see

And occasionally they try to “help” him at work, moving tools around, trying to clean the pumps, just generally being well intentioned poltergeists who are very much not actually helping

Once in a while a group of particularly naughty blobs will hop into one of the bodies Danny’s preparing (it takes 6-8 blobs to make it move properly, since they need at least the knees, waist, shoulders, and head controlled separately)

Danny then has to chase the corpse down and very carefully suction the blobs out and try and get it back before anyone notices…

But he’s not always at work

And the blobs keep chewing through the corners of his ghost wards like naughty little goats

One of the heroes gets wind of suspicious body snatching activity at the mortuary (and possibly magic cult stuff if we’re playing with Shazam) and begins to investigate

The only rule is if we’re doing Gotham and bats Danny is accidentally sent a Talon at LEAST once and Scooby Doo shenanigans ensue while he chases the Talon around and tries to slurp the blob ghosts out, while the blob ghosts chase Danny to see what he’s doing

He’s doing his very best to just do his job and be a good mortuary assistant, and all his work colleagues/classmates from the program make so many jokes about living a horror movie

Danny WISHES he was just living a horror movie, but his permanent soundtrack is just the Benny Hill theme and there’s nothing he can do about it

(Maybe he’s shooting for mortician to help baby ghosts stabilise in a city less saturated than Amity, maybe he’s passing on messages for the dead, maybe it’s a psychopomp thing but he’s really trying not to get busted by the Justice League for body snatching that he isn’t even doing)

[twwizzlerr]