#Mr. Blobby family

[chaosduckytoast12]

How many children do Mr. Blobby and Justin Bieber have together?

that's what I searched last night when my dad asked me to search how many kids Hailey and Justin Bieber have, I just now realized this when I checked my search history

[useless-englandfacts]

[burke-juliet]

just watched a youtube video explaining the history of Mr Blobby... are british people okay? i'm going to have nightmares about it. i have regrets

[gay-david-tennant]

what the fuck. is this? is this what people are talking about when they talk about the King? is he a member of the british royal family? British people explain yourselves!

[twentyonefirstmates]

Being a fan of both night vale and tma/tmagp right now is so funny because you listen to one gay eye podcast and it's like here's an utterly beautiful exploration of familial relationships, forgiveness, and the inability to fully understand and heal from familial trauma and then you listen to the other gay eye podcast and it's like here's a fucked up Mr blobby who goes to strip clubs and rips people apart and then eats them. Truly fascinating to witness.

[squimoo]

The trauma of 90’s UK children’s television.

and yet I noticed a similarity.

[chryslerbuildingfeathers]

This fic was made for Ecto-Implosion 2024! Based on art by @shadowfaerieammy

Magical Ghost

It all starts with a flash: Blindingly bright, and toxically green. A sickly-sweet electric smell permeates the air and dances on the tongue.

And then poor Danny stumbles out emitting an otherworldly glow, and wearing...

Is that a frilly black dress?

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god-" Tucker nearly faints.

"D-Danny?" Sam calls, face white as a sheet.

Danny wobbles in place. "Y-yeah?"

"Oh thank goodness!!" Sam and Tucker rush toward him.

"Stupid question, but- Danny, are you alright?" Sam asks nervously while the two finish checking all of his limbs are in place.

"Also, what's with the dress?" Tucker adds. Sam elbows him.

"I-I think so Sam. Dress?" Danny says, voice unsteady.

He looks himself over dazedly, blinks at his cutesy-gothic attire, shakes his head a couple times, then looks again.

"DRESS?!" He suddenly cries in alarm, his face flushed... Green?

"That's what gets you worried right now?" Sam asks incredulously, "Not that you just opened a portal to the ghost zone on top of yourself??"

"Uhm... Yes." Danny and Tucker respond in unison.

"Hopeless." Sam sighs.

"Well anyway, what should we do now?" Tucker asks Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we can't just leave him like this; he's glowing! In a sparkly dress!"

"Actually, I kinda like the dress." Danny mumbles.

"You know," Sam thinks out loud, "This is just like that one anime. Carpenter Sun?"

"Ohh yeah!" Tucker's face lights up with realization. "Danny, you're like a magical girl!"

“A magical what?!?”

“A magical girl!” Danny’s friends respond in unison.

“It’s a genre of show-” Sam starts to explain, only to be interrupted by a loud “Crash!” from the entrance of the basement..

“Oh Danno~!” Danny’s father bellows merrily as he bounces down the stairs.

“Crap. What do we do? Sam? Tucker?” Danny looks between the two in panic.

Too soon, his father reaches them.

“So, what’re you kids up to? Danny-boy showing off the family business- Er, Danny? Why are you wearing a dress?”

“Be-Because I’m a girl?” Danny stutters out.

Mr. Fenton gasps.

“Egads, this whole time?!?” He rushes quickly back to the stairs, talking as he goes. “Jazzypants was right; I have been missing out on important details of my kids’ lives! I better tell Maddy and crack open those parenting books, fix paperwork…”

He pauses shortly at the top step, turning back to the trio.

“Don’t worry, Dan- Er, Daughter! I’ve got everything under control.” He poses confidently.

“Er, thanks Dad.” Danny calls back.

Another crash, and Mr. Fenton is gone. Somehow having completely missed Danny’s snow white hair and glowing green eyes in his fervor…

“Soo…” Tucker breaks the following awkward silence. “What now? Are you like, actually a girl, dude?”

“Tucker!” Sam reprimands.

Danny stares down at the floor, blushing brightly. “I don’t know. Maybe? This whole thing kinda snowballed out of control.”

“Well,” Sam determines, “Whoever and whatever you are, you’ll always be our friend. Right Tucker?”

“Right.” Tucker grins.

The two have to head home for the night and leave with reassuring pats to Danny’s shoulders. Danny dodges his family and heads straight to bed.

–

The following morning Danny wakes dress-and-glowstick free, to the sound of a small voice calling from above.

Danny cracks open their eyes to find…

A little green floating blob, with its own eyes staring right back.

“Agh!” Danny shouts in surprise.

“Agh!” The blob shouts in reply.

The two continue staring, and then-

“Ahem! Er, um, I'm glad to have your attention.” The blob mimes straightening a necktie.

“You can talk?!” Danny splutters in shock.

“Yes, well. I do have a mouth, don't I?”

“Uhm-”

“Nevermind.” The ghost continues. “I, my new companion, am Blobby! The blob ghost. I have been sent from the Ghost Zone to be your new familiar!” If the ghost had a chest, it would be puffing up proudly. Danny could tell.

“Familiar? Ghost Zone? Blobby?!? - Wait, no, the name makes sense… But what's going on here?” Danny's head was spinning.

“You, my friend, have been selected to be - wait for it - an all new, super cool, Ghostly Magical Girl!” The little ghost zooms around the room in excitement.

“You get to have neat powers, a frilly black dress, a fancy transformation sequence, and, best of all, the pleasure of my company! All to protect Amity from the crazy ghosts that will no doubt invade your town now that the portal’s been opened. You’re welcome!” Blobby smiles brightly.

“But I don't want to be a magical girl.” Danny argues frustratedly.

Blobby stares seriously, deep into Danny’s eyes.

“Are you sure about that?”

Danny raises a hand to argue further, then stops herself.

Blobby nods with satisfaction.

“But wait, what did you mean by ‘ghostly’?”

“By 'ghostly', I mean ghostly! You’re now half ghost. You can fly, turn invisible, walk through walls, who knows where your limits lie!”

“Ugh, my parents are gonna kill me!” Danny groans.

“Ah, ah, ah~” Blobby chirps, “Half-kill you!”

Danny decides to save that existential crisis for later, and instead begins getting up for the day.

Blobby fades out with a simple wave.

-

It's not that being a magical girl doesn't sound cool to Danny, it does. Dresses and superpowers seem pretty great, actually. But everything happened so quickly, and are magical girls allowed to be astronauts?

What if this stops her from going to space?!

Plus there's the whole ‘being half-dead’ thing. She's just going to avoid acknowledging that from now on, she thinks.

With worries floating through her head, Danny gets dressed and wanders down the stairs - only for Jasmine to intercept her on the landing.

“So. A girl, huh?”

“Yep.”

“Not into boys?”

“Nope.”

“Not even a little bit?” She tries.

“Nope.”

“Darn. Could've sworn.”

Danny rolls her eyes and carries on down the steps.

After a short duel with her breakfast and an awkward conversation with her trying-wayy-too-hard parents, Danny heads to Nasty Burger to meet up with her friends.

“...So?” Tucker says.

“Well…?” Sam adds.

The two flick their eyes over Danny questioningly until finally, she breaks.

“Alright, yes, I'm a magical girl! You guys were right.” Danny throws her hands up in defeat.

“I knew it!” Sam shouts happily.

“Congrats dude!” Tucker grins.

“Thanks, I guess, but there's more to it than that.”

The ghostly-girl goes on to explain her morning conversation with Blobby and her worries about her newly minted powers.

As she gets more and more worked up, she begins to sparkle and float up from her seat.

Her friends go wide-eyed and quickly pull her back down.

“It's alright Danny; things’ll work out!” Sam assures.

Danny goes to argue, only for Tucker to cut in with:

“Yeah, Danica, you seriously need to chill.”

“Danica!?!” Danny cries in outrage.

“Yeah, you know. Thought you might wanna give some new names a try. Darlene?” Tucker continues arily.

“Tucker-” Danny growls.

“Daphne?” Sam idly suggests.

“I know what you’re doing-”

“Delilah? Darcy?” Tucker posits.

“That's it!”

Danny jumps from her seat and chases the two wildly out of the restaurant; Sam and Tucker grinning madly all the while. The whole trio quickly bursts into laughter once they make it outside, and soon collapse in a nearby park together gasping for air.

Only, Danny’s exhales are a bit more misty than the weather calls for…

Blobby appears suddenly before them, an urgent look on his face. The trio hastily return to their feet.

“So sorry to interrupt, but Danny? Do you remember that thing I briefly mentioned-”

A scream echoes from the other side of the park.

“-About ghostly invaders?” Blobby fidgets nervously.

“Er, yeah?”

A trashcan goes flying over the group’s heads.

“We’re gonna need you to transform like, now, dude.” Tucker says.

“Right. How do I do that?” Danny asks, looking back toward Blobby.

A group of panicked picnickers scramble past the four, not even noticing the floating familiar.

The ghost wiggles anxiously in the air. “Simply have your friends cover for you, think magical ghost thoughts, and say a cool catchphrase.”

“Guys?”

“Right!”

Sam and Tucker huddle Danny up against a nearby wall.

“Alright, by the power of graysku-!”

“Nope.”

“In the name of the moon, I will-!”

“Nu-uh.”

“Er, I'm going ghost?” Danny tries.

“That works.”

“I'm going ghost!”

Vibrant green light erupts around Danny as she suddenly floats off the ground. Her colors turn to negatives in a bright sweep of light, and with a twirl her gothic dress appears.

Her transformation finishes just in time. In the sky, flying towards them with flames in her hands, a screeching ghost woman makes her appearance.

Sam and Tucker flee with a short “Good luck!” Leaving Danny to narrowly dodge the incoming fireballs on her own.

“Blobby? What am I supposed to do now?!”

“Try jumping and punching.”

“Gee, thanks!”

Danny does, in fact, try jumping and punching. And kicking. And a whole lot of flailing around in general, really.

Results? Mixed.

But the attempts mostly end with her bruised and the evil ghost lady cackling madly.

“Alright, this clearly isn't working. Any other ideas?”

“Yeah!” Blobby shouts, “Try blasting her.”

“How?” A singed Danny urges.

“Imagine your hand is a gun!”

Danny sighs deeply, dodges another ball of flame, resigns herself to what she's about to do, then lines up her aim and-

-Huh. Apparently finger guns can be deadly.

The blast is excessive, spreading shockwaves far through the surrounding area. Impact comes with an amazing burst of blinding bright light and an echoing “I’ll get you~!!”

When the dust finally settles, the day is clear. The park is a wreck. The ghost lady, Blobby, and the dress are all gone. Sam and Tucker peak out from behind a nearby tree.

Danny catches her breath and collapses back onto the ground. Sam and Tucker join her.

“Huh. Maybe this ‘magical girl' thing isn't so bad after all.” She decides. “That was kind of fun.”

[sephirthoughts]

For the Winter/Holiday prompts:

3, 26, or 31 with our special boy Benjamin (Bellhop) and whoever you want to put with him? Let him have something good, after all the shit I put him through. XD

BEHOLD I HAVE RETURNED FROM THE CHRISTMAS WASTELANDS BEARING GIFTS

(from this ask game)

since i already did 31, i chose 3. Family (Found and otherwise) and 26. Snowball fight!!

All's Fair in Love and Snow-war

“This is the crucial choke point,” Sephiroth said, pointing at a spot on the map. “You and I will flank them here, and push them to the choke, where we’ll have our support units waiting in ambush, to take them down. With any luck, we’ll be done in time for supper. Any questions?”

“Couple,” Cid said, scratching his head. “By support units, you mean Cloud and Vinnie, right?”

“Yes.”

“And, uh. What’re these blobby things, here?”

“That’s the hedgerow.”

“So, you want to set up the ambush in the hedges, and hem ‘em in at the workshop?”

“No. That’s the house. This is the workshop.”

“They kinda look the same.”

“I didn’t have much time to make a map.”

“It’s kinda wrinkled, too. And the ink’s runnin.”

“I dropped the napkin in the snow. You understand the plan, correct?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Good. Father, Cloud, how are the munitions coming?”

“Be a lot faster, if you two were helping,” Cloud returned, from their improvised bivouac, a few meters away. “My fingers are gonna freeze off.”

Sephiroth frowned. “I told you to wear your mittens. Why are you wearing those gloves?”

“I can’t do anything with mittens on, it’s like having flippers.”

“You really won’t be able to do anything without fingers.”

“That’s one advantage of being dead,” Vincent said sagely, as he scooped up snow with his bare hands. “Cold doesn’t bother me, at all.”

Before anyone could reply to that helpful nugget of paternal wisdom, something came whistling through the air, toward the group. In the blink of an eye, Masamune flashed out and sliced the incoming missile in two. It burst in a puff of white. 

“We’re under attack!” Sephiroth shouted. “Fall back to defensive positions!”

Cloud and Vincent ran for the hedgerow, while he and Cid dove behind the corner of the house, just in time to be missed by the barrage of snowballs that rained down on their former positions, to disintegrate harmlessly, on the white ground. 

“How many?” Cid asked. 

Sephiroth leaned out for a split second, and drew back just before another snowball exploded against the side of the house. “Two. The others must be attempting to outflank us.”

“What do we do now, general?”

“Plan B. Hold the line here, and try to draw them into the ambush. I’ll circle around the other way, to head off their reinforcements.”

So saying, he vanished, a silent blur of silver, in the snowy night. Cid picked up a big snowball in each hand, from the pile Cloud and Vincent had left for them, and took a deep breath, prepared to face the enemy down. With a battle-cry, he leapt out and fired off his two shots, before high-tailing it toward the ambush.

His retreat, however, was in vain. Nero was using his darkness tentacles to make and throw snowballs, with dizzying speed, and unleashing them in a nonstop fusillade, like a gatling gun. Regular, un-augmented, human Cid had basically no chance against the onslaught, and was knocked flat on his face. 

“Man down!” Benjamin shouted, popping out from behind Nero. “Mr. Highwind, are you alright? Is anything broken?”

“Come on, now, I ain’t that old yet,” Cid protested, as he scrambled up. Luckily, he had landed in a deep, soft drift, and only suffered from a faceful of snow, and some minor bruises to his pride. 

Just as he got to his feet, several snowballs came flying out of the hedgerow at extremely high velocity. Two were stopped by darkness tentacles, but one struck Benjamin square in the chest, exploding and knocking him backward. He didn’t hit the ground, since a darkness tendril caught him, but he was doused from head to toe.

“Tss! Ah! Cold! Cold!” he yelped. “How did so much of it go right down my collar!”

“Get back to cover, quickly,” Nero said, holding an arm up, to shield him. “I will avenge you, little brother!”

All Cid could do was get the hell out of the way, as Nero restarted his snowball gatling-gun and advanced toward Cloud and Vincent’s concealed position.

“Since we’re out, we may as well go get some dry clothes,” he said to Benjamin. “I gotta check on Ollie, anyway. That robot cat’s the only one watchin’ her, and she might outsmart him and get into mischief.” 

“B—but I can’t leave Nero on his own,” Benjamin objected.

“Rules are rules, Benny,” Nero called back to him. “Besides, I don’t want you getting sick. Go ahead inside and get changed. I can handle those two, just fine.”

“You heard him, big brother has spoken. Y’all have fun!” Cid was already pulling Benjamin away, out of the icy shrapnel that was hailing down on them, as Nero’s darkness swatted the incoming snowballs from the hedgerow. 

As they were running toward the house, there was a noise like a sonic boom, and a huge plume of snow erupted into the air, on the other side of the large property, out by the workshop. 

“Looks like Weiss and Sephiroth found each other,” Benjamin observed.  

“Those two idiots better not demolish my shop,” Cid groused, as they stepped in the back door. “They’ll be spendin’ their winter buildin’ me a new one, no matter how cold it is outside.”

Sephiroth and Weiss had indeed met, and were chasing each other to and fro, throwing up plumes of snow in their wakes, and huge explosions wherever they clashed. 

Sephiroth’s pale lips curled, with a cold smile. “You’re out of your depth. May as well give up, now.”

Weiss’ booming laugh rang out, only somewhat muffled by the blanket of snow. “Ha! Not a chance! I’ve been itching for a proper fight with you!”

“This is a snowball fight,” Sephiroth reminded him, as he pulled a massive, drum-fed auto-cannon out of nowhere. “No non-snow weapons.”

Weiss grinned broadly and leveled the barrel at him. “Oh, but this fires snowballs.”

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes and summoned Masamune. “Then this blocks them.”

On the other side of the yard, the others were in something of a similar scenario, as Nero’s fusillade was being frantically blocked by Cloud’s huge sword. 

“You’re not supposed to use weapons!” Nero shouted, through the barrage of white.

“If darkness tentacles don’t count as a weapon, then neither does a sword!” Cloud shouted back, blocking another dozen snowballs, in that two-second interval.

“Whatever, blondie! Let’s see how long you can hold out!”

“Tch! You’ll run out of snow before I give up!”

It was then that Nero realized he hadn’t heard or seen his father, who should have been with Cloud in the ambuscade. Just as the thought occurred to him, he heard an ominous snarl, behind him. He whipped around, in time to see the gigantic, sinuous body of the Galian beast looming up from the snow, lifting something over its head with both titanic arms.

“Fuck.”

That was all Nero managed to say, before he was struck with a snowball the size of a family sedan, and sent hurtling backward. Unfortunately for team Vincent, the snow-boulder rammed directly into Cloud, too, who went rolling along with Nero, both of them stuck into it like some kind of slapstick cartoon. 

The gigantic projectile had been thrown with tremendous force, but it wasn’t packed very tightly (so as not to injure the target), and before it even reached the back wall of the property, it lost momentum and collapsed, leaving both Cloud and Nero completely buried.

“You’re—out,” Cloud panted, as they pawed their way out of the snowbank.

“So are you,” Nero retorted. “Friendly fire still counts.”

Cloud grimaced. “Damn it, Vincent. He was supposed to be our secret weapon, not a liability.”

“That’ll teach you to rely on a big, dumb beast.”

“You’re one to talk. You have Weiss on your team.”

As if on cue, they heard Weiss laugh, from the other side of the workshop, to which they were now fairly close. However, a whirlwind of snow kicked up at the same time, turning the entire area into a howling blizzard. Nero threw out a mesh of darkness tendrils, shielding them from the icy blast, as they huddled reflexively together.

“I guess no one’s playing fair,” Cloud remarked.

Nero shrugged. “With this family, what did you expect?” 

“Mn. True.”

Meanwhile, Sephiroth’s supercharged blizzaga spell had sufficiently blinded Weiss, rendering his cannon useless, and soon he succumbed to a volley of snowballs, coming at him seemingly from all directions at once, under the cover of the gale. 

When the last one struck him full in the face, Weiss collapsed onto his back, laughing breathlessly. “I yield, I yield! You win this one!”

Sephiroth appeared, towering over him in the grey haze, and extended his hand. “Good game.”

“Good game, indeed,” Weiss said, as he was pulled to his feet. “But for whom?”

Catching the mischievous glint in his silver-blue eyes, Sephiroth instinctively turned to look behind him. The whirlwind of snow was dying down, and as it cleared, an eerie and chilling spectacle was revealed to him. He was standing at what was now the center of a ring, comprised of…snowmen. 

Normally, a snowman is a charming winter sight, but normally, they don’t appear from thin air, in large groups, surrounding and silently staring at one, with those soulless, charcoal eyes. 

“What…what is this?” Sephiroth asked, bewildered.

By way of reply, he was rushed by the army of snowmen, who threw their powdery bodies at him with reckless abandon. He obliterated many of them, but even with his superhuman speed and strength, he couldn’t avoid being swarmed and dogpiled by the hundreds of kamikaze snow-soldiers, and was quickly submerged.

The moment he was down, the ones who hadn’t jumped on the pile simply stopped moving and fell apart, where they were, returning to the snow from whence they came.

Weiss practically passed out from laughing, but did manage to compose himself enough to reach into the heap of dismembered snowmen and haul Sephiroth out, bedraggled and fuming, like a wet cat. 

“What in Gaia’s name was that!” he demanded, as a fire spell flared up around his person, quickly restoring him to proper dryness. “I didn’t know you had the ability to animate objects.”

Weiss looked innocent. “Me? I had nothing to do with them. It seems you’ve forgotten my other teammate.”

“Nonsense. Nero and Benjamin’s darkness doesn’t—”

“He meant me,” a third voice called out. 

The two young men turned to look in that direction. Emerging from behind the hull of an old helicopter, which Cid was keeping around for who knew what reason, was a dark-haired man with a neatly-trimmed beard, wearing a parka and ushanka cap, and sheepishly waving his mittened hand. 

Sephiroth was dumbstruck. “Commissioner Tuesti? You’re responsible for the snow golems?”

“Yep, those were mine. Uh…ha ha, sorry about that. I’m no match for any of you, so I had to improvise.”

“But how? Since when can you animate snow?”

“Well, to be honest, I didn’t think it’d actually work,” Reeve admitted. “I’ve only ever used my inspire on mechanical devices, since I can visualize the internal workings. But Weiss thought I should give it a try, so I did, and voila! Army of snowmen! They weren’t very strong, and they didn’t have minds of their own, like my Cait Siths, but they were good enough in a pinch.”

“It was…very impressive,” Sephiroth conceded, eyeing the man with new respect. “I shall have to take care not to underestimate you, in the future.”

“I think this means you won, Commissioner. Which means team Weiss takes the victory!” Weiss declared, slapping Reeve heartily on the back, and then catching him, as the friendly pat nearly sent him sprawling.

“That depends on the rest of our teammates,” Sephiroth pointed out. “We don’t know who’s still standing.”

“We’re both out,” Nero’s voice piped up. He and Cloud were just coming around the corner of the workshop, to join their respective partners.

“Benny and Cid are out, too,” Cloud told the group. “What about you guys?”

“All out, but Commissioner Tuesti,” Sephiroth said. “So, that leaves only my father unaccounted for.”

“I wonder where he went,” Cloud said, peering around. “I didn’t see anything, after he used us as bowling pins. He might be lying in wait, somewhere nearby.”

A shadow seemed to deepen the night, as Nero sent his superfine darkness tendrils out to search the general area. After a few seconds, he rolled his eyes and withdrew them. “Lying in wait, my ass. He’s curled up in the workshop loft. The beast must’ve gotten sleepy from the cold.”

“Aww, why does that sound so adorable?” Cloud laughed.

“So, he took out one of our own, and then went off to nap,” Sephiroth sighed. “Father wins most unreliable teammate, at least. But it would appear that team Weiss does, indeed, take the victory.”

Nero trotted off to wake his father, and the two followed the rest of the group back to the house.

When they tromped inside, rosy-cheeked and glowing from the exercise in the cold—stopping to remove boots and coats in the entryway—the scent of baking cookies wafted over, and made the atmosphere cozy and cheery.

In the kitchen, Cid was stirring up a large pot of his famous spiced hot-chocolate, and Benjamin was just taking a tray of cookies out of the even. 

“We won!” Weiss announced proudly.

“Well, Reeve won,” Cloud corrected. “Vincent forfeited, by falling asleep.”

“There was a blizzard, all the sudden. The beast doesn’t like not being able to smell what’s going on,” Vincent defended, through a deep yawn. Then his eyes lit on the wire rack of cookies, cooling on the counter. “Hey…is that a gingerbread me?”

“Yep!” Benjamin chirped. “I made everyone! This batch is still hot, though, so we’ll have to wait a bit, to decorate them.”

“Am I the one with the spiky hair, or is that Cloud?” Weiss wanted to know.

“That’s Cloud. This one’s you,” Benjamin said, setting the second cookie sheet on a trivet. “See? You’re a lot bigger.”

“No fairsies!” Cloud complained. “I have to decorate a smaller cookie, just because I’m small?”

“Sephiroth can share his with you. Look how big it is.” Sure enough, the Sephiroth cookie was not only quite a bit taller than the others, its long hair and coat added a lot of area to its silhouette. “Besides, there’s no rule that you have to do your own.”

“I’m doing Weiss,” Nero announced. 

“I’m doing Nero,” Weiss added immediately. 

“Alright, but what about the cookies?” Cid interjected, with a grin.

Everyone groaned, and there was a chorus of ‘ugh, terrible’ and ‘no more dad jokes’ and ‘such vulgarity, in our goddess-fearing household’ and so on, till Cid chased them out of the kitchen with his ladle, and they all ran upstairs to change clothes, before the cookie decorating commenced. 

Benjamin stayed in the kitchen, carefully transferring cookies from the sheet pan to the cooling rack.

Cid, who was adding more Fireball cinnamon whiskey to his already almost flammable hot chocolate brew, heard a sniffle, and turned to look at the boy. “Hey, kiddo, you ok?” 

“Hm? Oh. It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Benjamin answered, hastily dashing away a tear. 

Cid was unconvinced. “You’re cryin’ over them pretty cookies you made, for nothin’?”

“It’s stupid. I don’t want to s—say it out loud,” the young man mumbled. 

“Suit yourself, but if ya don’t tell me, I’ma tell your brothers you been cryin’ and they’ll—”

“No, no, no!” Benjamin sputtered, waving his hands. “I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!”

“Go on, then,” Cid prompted.

“It’s just that sometimes, this starts to feel like…a real family.” His voice wavered with emotion, and he cleared his throat to steady it. “It’s like…everything I ever wanted, all at once, a—and it’s too much. It hurts, in my chest, but not the way bad things hurt. I know it’s a dumb way to say it, I—I can’t think of the right words. Just forget it.”

“Nah, I know just whatcha mean,” Cid said, with a sympathetic smile. “That’s the way I feel every time I look at Vinnie, holdin’ Ollie. Hurts, kinda. Like my heart’s so fulla happiness, it swelled up a couple sizes too big. Ya know?”

“Yes, that’s exactly it!” Benjamin laid a hand on his chest and frowned. “But…why does it hurt? Why would happiness make us cry? That doesn’t make sense.”

Cid shook his head. “Dunno. Some things just don’t make sense, kiddo. But I do know that when you get that swelled up feelin’ in your heart, it’s better to just roll with it, insteada overthinkin’ it. Live in the moment, and save it up in your memory. Cause life goes fast. Y’never know when there won’t be any more of them moments to make into memories.”

Benjamin considered this, then nodded. “I will. Thank you, Mr. Highwind.”

Cid opened his mouth to say the boy could just call him Cid, but the rest of the group came traipsing back in, just then, in the midst of a voluble dispute regarding what counted as an illegal weapon, during sanctioned snowball fights. 

Weiss maintained that a sword was a real weapon, but a snowball cannon was not, Sephiroth argued that if cannons of any kind were allowed, then so were swords, Nero was saying that darkness was organic to his body and could not be considered a weapon, Vincent was agreeing, clearly applying the same logic to his Galian beast form, Cloud was explaining to Ollie that his name was ‘Cloud’ not ‘mama’, Ollie was blithely squeaking ‘mama’ at him, and no one was listening to Reeve, who was insisting that their family snowball fights were absolutely not sanctioned events, since there was no governing body responsible for setting regulations and overseeing the tournaments.

Cid glanced at Benjamin, who had a strange expression on his face, and whose eyes had turned dewy and pink-rimmed. “Ya havin’ one of them moments again, kiddo?”

“It—it’s not that,” Benjamin choked out, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I just tasted the hot chocolate. I think…can sinuses catch fire?”

HAPPY HOLIDAYS THANK YOU FOR THE ASK 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[shitty-tmagp-aus]

au where bonzo is happily married to a clone of himself and has 2 kids exactly like him. the ideal bonzo nuclear family

Hmm, exact clone or mr blobby? That's the question

[rqbossman]

Hey RQ Boss Man,

I was reminding myself of how cursed the Mr Blobby theme song was and saw the following comments under the YouTube video:

@Al-Maginations⚫ 3 yr ago (edited) 2:41

this is the last moment this man was seen alive. His last images are truly scarring. Wayne was a family man, a brick layer who went out on a Friday night and never came home. Just moments before his disappearance he called his wife, said that the club had just started playing a banger, and promptly hung up. She said he sounded hypnotised, it was very out of character for him to hang up on her. Scotland yard are urging people to come forward with any information that could lead to his whereabouts.

@tord6725. 3 yr ago

My mum played this to get drunk people out of nightclubs when she was a DJ. It worked too well apparently.

I just wanted to ask if Mr Bonzo's...escapades? Were in any way inspired by this? Or is this just further evidence that Bonzo and Blobby are one and the same?

Afraid not, though I am not surprised given how scary Bobby is inherently.

[thedreadvampy]

We had our team Christmas party/goodbye Ruth do today. and I need to show you what my friend at work made me for a leaving present because even for him it's a work of mad genius, I was just sitting there like WHAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING.

so you know, I get leaving gifts from my team, it's lovely, notebooks, pens, gift card, fond farewells, it's lovely, people say nice things about me

then my friend Zain says "I also got you something"

Now the thing to know about Zain is his party acumen is legendary. every year we're all resigned from the off to losing at Secret Santa because his gifts are insane. last year he made his secret santa a custom play set of one of our services in a branded box with tiny props. this year he made a custom Ken doll and box representing our colleague and it has a tiny collection bucket and a "collect them all!" sticker on the back where he'd found pictures of Barbies and Kens that looked like the rest of the Fundraising team. we'd just got done with a quiz where he made a custom video package, a Family Feud round with buzzers, and TWO Photoshop picture rounds. once. ONCE. we asked him to facilitate a team meeting and he wrote and animated a theme song. the man is insane. everything he does is so thoughtful, so labour intensive, and also so off the wall weird.

so I'm intrigued. especially since all he's holding is an envelope.

he says "I got you something. It's kind of an experience."

and hands me this letter.

(there's a bunch of good bits in here but I will particularly note that "It's going" has been his perpetual refrain for months every time I ask how it's going, to the point he usually doesn't even bother saying it any more.)

ok. I am confused. what is. THE DEVICE.

he puts THE DEVICE on the table. he hands me 4 cardboard floppy discs.

THE DEVICE is a large cardboard box. You will observe that THE DEVICE has an LED on the front. You may also observe that THE DEVICE has both a button. and a set of speaker holes.

this is because upon pushing the button on THE DEVICE, it makes a jaunty startup noise and an AI voice launches into a full minute setup speech before instructing me to load the included floppy discs into THE DEVICE. during the period of silence as I feed them into the slot, THE DEVICE says things like "ow, careful!"

THE DEVICE then makes loading noises, and instructors me to open THE DEVICE to see the contents of the discs.

inside the box, there are 4 gifts, each corresponding to a floppy disc and also to a conversation we've had at some point in the last 2.5 years.

this, of course, is in reference to my infamous Blobbyland post, and indeed to the fact that Zain, who is 3 years younger than me, actually FOUND OUT ABOUT MR BLOBBY from me taking about my popular Tumblr post

Gawrsh.zip references a conversation about Goofy dying in Kingdom Hearts, the first video game I remember finishing

EIGHT MONTHS AGO Zain asked me what my top 5 films of all time were and I said easy, Mirrormask, 10 Things, Angels In America, Everything Everywhere All At Once, Fury Road, boom. He's been just HOLDING THAT INFORMATION IN HIS HEAD FOR MONTHS.

the last one is my favourite. I was like oh no what could be in this poster tube cause what's left of the floppies is NIGHTMARE.EXE.

at my Halloween party last month, to which Zain was my only work friend who made it, we watched Nightmare on Elm Street and Zain, who had recently watched some video breakdowns on it, was pointing out humorous background details. and in the sleep therapist scene, both he and Tim pointed at the screen and started shouting TRAM CATS!!! and we were all losing our shit

the thing is there's a Very Weird poster in that scene. and now. now it's in my house also.

anyway I legit almost cried this may be the most unhinged and lovely gift that anyone has ever given me. I'm going to miss working with this weirdo so much.

[quitealotofsodapop]

MK ends up supervised at all times when he's pregnant specifically after he nearly burned down Pigsy's due to pregnancy brain, usually by Red Son and/or Mei but occasionally by the others. They let his siblings babysitsupervise him one time and the older adults came back to them all asleep in a cuddle pile on the couch with MK in the center, Mei's phone still on and playing the OSP 'History Hijinks' playlist because dorky mortals do be dorky sometimes

MK also absolutely has Wukong's "Gold Vision lets me see the baby(s)" thing and would just lovingly watch his kids as they developed via Gold Vision, drawing what he sees for Red and the others (except Wukong cuz he can ofc also see the developing grandkids). Red has all of the drawings compiled into a photo album, along with ultrasounds and so many pictures of just pregnant MK. He loves his husband very very much

Awwwww!!!! I havent much to add because these are so cute!

Wukong and Macaque are protective ofc, but they've been through the pregnant monkey motions before, so they give MK almost-complete freedom whenever he's with them. DBK and PIF in contast have an army of Bull Clones at the ready to attend MK's every need and ensure the safe arrival of their future grand-heirs.

Pigsy would def be the most insistent that MK take parental leave from work - both out of concern (thats his adoptive son and grandpiglets there), and out of fear for his poor restaurant. Tang thinks he's over-reacting a bit, but carrys MK's food to him irregardless. Sandy ofc is the most trusted expert when it comes to breathing exercises, teas, and aromatherapy.

Mei is chiller about letting MK do stuff for himself around the house, but wisely doesn't let him cook something unsupervised. Nezha and Chenxiang are chill in their own ways too, but they worry when MK carries anything heavier than a book. Bai He and the Eclipse Twins are determined to make sure MK stays off his feet until the spicynoodles baby(s) arrive. They would be mega-proud and bossy about it too since; "I'm their uncle/auntie!", and MK adores his little siblings too much to argue with them. Sibling cuddle piles/nests are a common occurance.

With Red, atleast MK can convince her to let him walk to the corner store for snacks. Red does insist that MK take a Bull Clone to carry any heavy weights tho (bonus: safety precaution).

MK using his Gold Vision to "peak in" at the developing baby(s) is such an adorable idea. He probably does it first on accident and is speechless. Wukong tells him how he did the same thing when Macaque was pregnant with MK (+when Shadowpeach had Rumble & Savage), and that its super cool to watch the little guy(s) grow. MK would def sketch up what he sees in there and pins it next to the corresponding ultrasound for comparision.

I feel like thats how they found out there was twins...

Ultrasound Technician: "Ok, looks like you've got a big healthy baby demon in there!" MK, turns on Gold-Vision: "Huh, but whats this blobby bit of energy here? Normally I see only one." Ultrasound technician: *moves sensor to the spot* "Oh!! Make that two healthy babies! That one must have been hiding behind its twin." MK: :D!! Red Son: *faints with joy*

Red Son def has an endless wallet/photo album of their growing family. Their almost as bad as their dad - Mr "Canonically brags about the exact time of his kid's birth to anyone who'd listen" DBK. Red Son got the timestamps ready for their own bragging.

[mice-and-moonbeams]

Not only is Mr. Blobby real ... He has a family! He has the capability to make more ....

Does that mean Bonzo could also have a family? Because I don't want more of him lol

[jamesmarriottistrilingual]

Random Inbetweeners Headcannons

-Will was terrified of Mr Blobby. Like full on cried when he saw him.

-Simon called him a pussy for it when he told him

-Jay claims that he met Mr Blobby and they were best mates

-Everyone knows it's bullshit

-Neil remembers every single word to Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny by Lemon Demon.

-So did Jay

-Sung the song all the time in year 9 with the pure intention of annoying Simon

-Simon got a few isos in school for fighting

-Neil didn't revise for his A-Levels then got really stressed two days before exams

-They all watch South Park(expect for Will, as he is better than South Park /s)

-However, Will was willing to watch Family Guy with them.

-Jay played with ooids

-Neil stole one and it resulted in the "I'M NOT YOUR FREWND ANYMORE NEIL"

-They definitely got Bulldog banned in Primary School

-Will was the kid to read during breaks and lunches at Primary School

-Jay went to Afterschool club

-Jay was also a skiver alongside Neil

-Jay and Neil got told off for their handwriting in Primary School

-Neil is a Lemon Demon Fan

-He also listens to Bo Burnham but Jay called him bent for it

-Simon is a swiftie(He told me)

-Simon was also that kid who would throw up all the time

-Will and Neil have IBS

-They all have autism

-They're all LGBTQ+

[systastic]

Hi! Could we request a level 2 headmate based around Pufferfish? We don't mind what's used for the image, whatever you feel is best!

awwe, pufferfish are so cool!! coming up right meow ~ a catgirl like me can’t resist a fish! making it double trouble just fur u! >:3c

was a lil silly with the prompt ! if u want changes, let meow know ~

name :: acantha, loonie, loona, thorn, eve && blobby, blob, puffles, squash, mr. fish, mr. blobby

age :: 22 && 4

pronouns :: she/her, sie/hir, sea/her && he/him, it/its, blub/blubs, gill/gills

roles :: accodare, adopter, babysitter && total blocker, ceter, emotional blob

species :: human (were-pufferfish!)

gender identity :: aquarian && systemgender (due to being an amalgamate)

orientation :: lesbian && please do not the fish (aroace bc it is made of children)

source :: brainmade && factive (of sorts)

aesthetic :: vaporwave, frutiger aero

appearance description :: acantha is one of the girls you always see on the beach. seeing as how she has a darker skin color, she has to be more diligent about sunscreen. acantha opts for flowy skirts and lighter fabrics so that she doesn’t get too hot. acantha is a huge beachgoer and is always down for a dip in the nearest body of water; you can count on hir to have a swimsuit on under hir clothes in the summertime. sie loves hir more out-there looks when it gets colder: pullovers with marble busts of men’s heads overlayed on colorful squares, optical illusion pants, and as many scrunchies as she can fit on her wrist. kids love the colors & so does she!

personality description :: acantha is a woman with a large heart! she is caring, being firm yet kind to those who need a little more guidance. she loves being able to spend time with her little siblings (that’s what she calls hir system’s littles!) and playing with them! hir family means everything to hir. acantha likes to teach littles how to swim, water safety, ways to prevent drowning, and all sorts of lessons about the world that exists just below the ocean surface!

when acantha’s protective instincts are triggered, sie morphs into a slightly different form: a pufferfish!! hir pufferfish ‘form’ is a mass grouping of all the littles acantha is taking care of temporarily fused into a single being. this being, named blobby, works as a total blocker of any trauma. while the collective is functioning as blobby, any memories they make become distorted and foggy, protecting the littles from the current moment by liquefying their thoughts! blobby can be a bit confused at times — but if nothing else, gill knows when and how to protect gills charges.

drawing link: here!!

image link: here!

[kidsomeday]

For a minute my heart stopped because I saw the name Charlie Adams my entire world ground to halt as I thought this might be the same man who created the Addams Family. It is not, as that gentleman is Charles Addams, who died about four years and on a different continent before the first...unveiling? Hatching? Rip in time space? Whatever one would call the initial appearance of Mr. Blobby. Not that I don't think that Charles Addams could have done it, but Charlie Adams sure did, and that's weird enough for me, thanks.

i think i speak for all non-brits when i say. what the actual fuck.