#nebula slime

[en8y]

dihopnebulaslimic + darlinebulaslimic

[IMAGE ID: two horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a nebula dervish slime in the center. the nebula dervish slime is a dark green-blue blob, with a ring around it. it has light yellow accents and light yellow stars sparkling in its body. it has small eyes and an open, happy smile. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: warm brown, warm yellow, and orange-pink. the second flag has these top three colors: purple-pink, deep pink, and bright light green. each flag has these bottom six stripes: dark dull teal, off-white, dark dull teal, pastel yellow, medium teal, and dark teal. END ID.]

dihopnebulaslimic: a gender connected to being a nebula slime dimension hopper; this gender is connected to nebula slimes, nebula slime aesthetics, dimension hopper aesthetics, dimension aesthetics, and althood/dimhood!

darlinebulaslimic: a gender connected to being a nebula slime darling; this gender is connected to nebula slimes, nebula slime aesthetics, darling aesthetics, lovecore aesthetics, and dasimhood!

[st4r-t0ast-blog]

Here are the designs I made for them all, I'm gonna make a player design soon, probably

[aphidoideart]

#079: Nebulime

Not a species of creature, but rather a stage in the life cycle of Astroclades! (Star creatures)

At the end of their main sequence existence, they will explode and scatter their matter through unimaginably vast distances, where -thanks to gravity- it will gather even more matter, that will bunch up to create new star creatures!

Most Nebulime in space are in a state of constant growth, with their children continuing the process even further, across eons of time. Like a slime mold, gathering and consuming matter around it to power its own spread. But since they are hundreds of light years in size, this growth is impossible for us to perceive with our diminutive lifespans. They look still to us in the nightsky, but they are very much alive!

Inspired by Nebulae & Slime Mold! Their eye is a White Dwarf, and their tendrils allude to Galaxy Filaments & Superclusters!

[threeleggedart]

something very new and fun: a batch adopt sheet commissioned by @gooompy! 3 of them have already been claimed, but the rest are up for sale! (additionally, im also open for more batch adopt commissions for anyone interested :])

1. Medicinal Leech - 70 USD

3. Mystery Slime Globster - 60 USD

4. False Lighthouse - 100 USD

payment must be made through paypal. if youd like to claim one, please DM me!

[weheartstims]

Can you make a Psi from BTD6 stimboard with a glitter and galaxy theme, mainly stardust, nebulas and glittery slime?

Psi (Bloons Tower Defense) with glitter slime and nebulas!

🌟|🌌|🌟 🌌|🌟|🌌 🌟|🌌|🌟

[ghoul--doodle]

Can Moss fling himself like a stardew slime? Or used to?

Moss was a common green slime- which tend to be non-invasive and non-aggressive, they’re the type to hide when confronted rather than fight. But they definitely could if they felt threatened enough, so yeah probably!!

[yolky-slimes-archival]

Pt: Phosnebulaslimial: a phosial term; a gender lit by light from, reflected off of, or filtered through Nebula Slimes (Secret Style Dervish Slimes) from Slime Rancher

Etymology: “phos�� a prefix for phosials, nebula, slim(e), “ial” a suffix for phosials

Pronounced: ff-aw-ss neh-boo-la slymm (phos nebula slim(e) ial) :End Pt

[ID: 2 rectangular flags with 8 equally-sized thin horizontal stripes, a thick horizontal stripe in the middle, and a thin stripe in the middle. colors are in this order and reflected after the last listed color, dark blue, blue, light blue, bright blue, bright yellow, white]. the thick stripe and the thin stripe have diamonds in the middle of them, the same colors are the stripes. in the center of the first flag is the icon art of the Nebula Slime from Slime Rancher, a dark blue slime with a ring around it, covered it yellow stars. End ID]

Phosnebulaslimial: a phosial term; a gender lit by light from, reflected off of, or filtered through Nebula Slimes (Secret Style Dervish Slimes) from Slime Rancher

Etymology: “phos” a prefix for phosials, nebula, slim(e), “ial” a suffix for phosials

Pronounced: ff-aw-ss neh-boo-la slymm (phos nebula slim(e) ial)

@phosarchivial

[lunadook]

Human Replacement Therapy Extended Universe (and inspired) Link Collection Part 1

EDIT: We've hit the Inline Link Limit! I've linked to a reblog containing more links. (The google doc linked at the bottom of the post will still contain everything in one place.)

Been seeing a lot of those Human Replacement Therapy comics and stories going around and I wanted to try and make a list of the first (?) panels/chapters of each one me (and helpful community members) have found so far, so..........

Part 2

Dragon [by ayviedoesthings] Fish [by welldrawnfish] Bat [by kaylasartwork] Puppy [by nyxisart] Mouse [by prettiestplatypus] Worm (I can't find the first one I'm too lazy) [by shaveyoureyebrows] Axolotl [by bubbleverseart] Goat [by kontonord] Elf [by squiretilde] Eldritch [by dawning-mars] Bird [by vy-canis-melodis] Slime [by pollypoirate] Slime (Written) [by mint-and-authoress] Slime (Written) [by scrubbinn] Slime (Written) [by sandyca5tle] Shifter (Written) [by calliecwrites] Cow (Written) [by josphitia] Bovine [by pennymations] Wolf [by gracewolfing] Coyote [by vanillayoteart] Werewolf [by tobydoeswrite] Werewolf [by cyberbeast99] Tiger (Written) [by tigergirltail] Mermaid HRT Poem [by ashleyrowanthewriter] Kitsune (Written) [by mothduchess] ??? [by home-sweet-hive] Sonic [by sonic-spirit] *break so tumblr will let this post*

Aves [by cozy-kitty-corner] Cat [by entroart] King Cobra [by thecrystalmountainsystem] Polymorph [by probablyplural] Human [by deadeyedfae] Werewolf [by lycans-art-kingdom] Mermaid [by noreo-oreo] Puppy [by noreo-oreo] Deer [by aster-is-confused] Lamia [by ariathelamia] Moth [by hyacinthdoll1315] Skunk [by sundaysstrawberrykombucha] Void [by v-draws-whatever] Dragon [by zykeroth] ??? [by transpandaart] Jaguarfolk [by jaguarfolkhrt] Sheep [by cr1zz0] Bunny [by grumpybunny-edith] Fox [by disappointedcreeper] Sparrow [by lylaslilacss] Animal? [by cutepastelstarsailor] Cow [by megamoonerjenny] Bug [by thebugautistic] Vrastelian [by silliestcreature196] Elf [by siimplyapril] Demon [by shockpulse] Wolf and Crow [by sunification] Bird [by tiredtiresias] Shoggoth [by aiden-nevada]

*break so tumblr will let this post*

Bird [by comfeeeeeeee] Bird [by nuclearraven-woman] Manticore [by redroversendjayover] Spider [by sweetspidergirl] Mouse [by alice-arty] Zombie [by sunnyrabbit05] Cat [by v0vivi0v] Cyberdemon [by kazsartcorner] Troll [by artvil-gang] Polar Bear [by frostehburr] Lamia [by robins-warudo] Shapeshifter [by maxine302] Vulture [by prollymad] Dragon [by a-being-that-just-is] Slug [by a-being-that-just-is] Cryptid [by thejaded0nes] Robot [by lavender-inkwell-99] Monkey [by mechanical-sunchild] Eldritch Dragon [by your-pal-nebula] Time Lord [by joyfulbeatrix] Digimon [by reticent-fate] Plant [by jalopytheplant] Slime [by ruckeysquared] Fox [by super-sayian-kitty64] Demon [by pugsofwriting] Weasel [by alice-of-heart] Sylveon [by constellarcreator] Robot [by squiddotmid] Eevee [by darlingsuperstition] Chimera [by gate4043]

*another pause weee*

Swolbold [by flowershakur] Type Green [by scpwiki-official] Dragon [by tresenellaart] Dragon [by theinsidiousdice] Robot [by raptorbricksart] Dragon [by koalaphoenix] Gem [by techno-toister] Hybrid [by ehksidian] Ktletaccete [by fenmere] Slime [by madelinemccoolname] Succubus [by lariumbreon]

Please feel free to let me know of any you know of that I missed or ones you have created and want added! I'll periodically update the post with anything I get links to.

I have also made a Google Doc containing all of the links, including the ones that aren't fitting in this post. Part 2 of this post, with more links, is here.

[manta-rain-art]

Slime Girl September Day 14. @rosefilledcoffin 's slime girl Nebula

[stimboardsforstarkid]

TW: EYES

Infected!Paul Matthews Stimboard ✽

With Blue slime, Eyes and Music stims

Requested by @python-nebula ✩

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[randombikite]

I must know.

[en8y]

tracknebulaslimic + nebulaslimiural + nebulaslimiceur

[IMAGE ID: three horizontal flags with nine stripes; each flag has a nebula dervish slime in the center. the nebula dervish slime is a dark green-blue blob, with a ring around it. it has light yellow accents and light yellow stars sparkling in its body. it has small eyes and an open, happy smile. the middle stripe is twice as large as the rest of them, which are equally sized. the first flag has these top three colors: near-black, very dark brown, and dark faded red. the second flag has these top three colors: dull navy blue, dull purple, and rosy-pink. the third flag has these top three colors: dull blue, light blue, and pastel blue. each flag has these bottom six stripes: dark dull teal, off-white, dark dull teal, pastel yellow, medium teal, and dark teal. END ID.]

tracknebulaslimic: a gender connected to being a nebula slime tracker; this gender is connected to nebula slimes, nebula slime aesthetics, tracker aesthetics, wild animal-related aesthetics, and ferahood!

nebulaslimiural: a gender connected to being a nebula slime natural; this gender is connected to nebula slimes, nebula slime aesthetics, natural aesthetics, instinctual aesthetics, and inhood/tinhood!

nebulaslimiceur: a gender connected to being a nebula slime traceur; this gender is connected to nebula slimes, nebula slime aesthetics, traceur aesthetics, parkour aesthetics, and kouhood/parhood!

[valiantstarlights]

[Dreamling Week Day 6: Sick] In Sickness

It's a fluffy sick fic featuring eldritch goo Dream of the Endless idk what else to tell you

CW: if you're fine with Dream being an eldritch being, then absolutely nothing. 😊 Enjoy! 🖤

Hob stares at the large black puddle of goo that flooded most of the living room. He just got back from work and found Matthew perched on a branch near his flat, looking as frantic as a raven could get.

Said raven is now perched on Hob's shoulder, eyeing the mess on the floor gravely.

Hob had been warned that Dream is 'in a state,' but he didn't exactly expect that 'state' to be liquid.

Because it is Dream on the floor, Hob can see that very clearly. Though the goo simply looks like dark glittery slime poured over the floor to the uninitiated, Hob recognizes a couple of nebulas on its surface. There, by the telly, is the Horsehead Nebula, there by the bookshelf that contained none of Shaxberd's works is the Trifid Nebula, and just by Hob's feet is the Lagoon Nebula.

"Darling?" Hob calls out, unsure if he's going to get an answer. This is his first time encountering Dream like this. "Are you alright?"

No answer.

He looks at Matthew a bit helplessly. "Do I just...scoop him up with my hands?"

Matthew fidgets. "Definitely don't vacuum him."

"Why the hell would I--"

"Well, why are you asking me? I don't know this shit! I was literally a human a year ago!"

Hob pinches his nose. They were like blind drunks stumbling down the street together. "Is he even sentient like this?"

The dark puddle vibrates, and Hob feels Matthew's talons dig into his shoulders from the jumpscare. He himself almost drops his suitcase. "I can hear both of you," the puddle grumbles, "and you are making too much noise for my liking."

"Oh, sorry, love," Hob says, his boyfriend instincts suddenly awakened at Dream's sulky morning voice. "Did we wake you?"

"I want some of your chicken pot pie."

"Chicken pot pie." Hob repeats. His brain is still processing the fact that his boyfriend is a literal puddle of goo on the floor. "Yeah. Okay. Let me just get some ingredients from the shops real quick. Can you get to the bedroom while I'm gone? I don't want to step on you when I return."

--

He leaves Matthew...not in charge, but overseeing goo Dream's long and arduous trek to the bedroom.

He hears the raven mutter something about this being like hell all over again.

Hob ignores that because he has a different set of problems to tackle.

--

Hob's panic sets in as soon as he gets out of the car carrying all the ingredients for chicken pot pie, as well as some other food and drinks good for sick humans.

Once the pie is done cooking and cooling down a bit, how will he feed Dream? Where is his mouth? Does Hob just...pour it on the goo and hope for the best?

What if that were the equivalent of dumping hot soup on his boyfriend's lap?

--

"Any improvement?" he asks Matthew, who has kept an eye on Dream while perched safely on the back of the couch.

Hob checked, and Dream's form is thankfully all contained in the bedroom, still looking like a lake of stars.

"Nope. But he says he wants you to make extra crusts because he likes that. I would also like some extra bits to snack on, if that's alright."

"Sure." Hob goes to do just that. Chicken pot pie for the boyfriend and a lot of extra crusts for the boyfriend and his raven.

No problem. This is all totally normal and fine.

--

"Dream? Darling? The pot pie is done."

The puddle looks a little smaller in size, and Hob can see a couple of hill-like formations near the middle of the mass. He hopes it's a sign that Dream is slowly getting better.

At his words, one of the islands move closer to him, like a shark. Its progress sends ripples throughout the lake.

"Finally," the island nearer to him says. Its peak splits open to reveal the inside of Dream's human mouth. "Feed me."

At this point, Hob isn't even questioning anything anymore. All he knows is how to be a good boyfriend, so he's gonna do just that.

He sits down at the very edge of the lake near the hill with the mouth, and scoops up a portion of the pie, making sure to blow on it before feeding it to Dream.

The hill hums in appreciation.

"Good?"

"Delicious," Dream's mouth says, before opening once more, like a baby bird waiting to be fed. "More. I want a larger portion of the crust this time."

Hob couldn't help the smile that bloomed on his face and obediently gets more of the crust for the next bite.

--

"What kind of juice do you like?" Hob asks, a few hours later. The goo now looks less like a puddle and more like gelatine that didn't set properly. It was on the couch, bundled up in one of Hob's soft knitted blankets, watching an earlier season of Game of Thrones with Matthew.

"What kinds do you have?"

"Uh, orange, apple, and pineapple. Oh, and I still got some banana milk from the Korean grocery store, if you prefer that. Or almond milk."

"All of them."

Hob and Matthew share an alarmed look behind gelatine Dream's back. "What, an equal amount of all those drinks together in a single glass?"

"Yes."

Hob looks heavenwards and prays for a little more sanity before complying.

And just for fun, he goes down to the Inn and gets a blue cocktail umbrella and a heart-shaped drinking straw to put in gelatine Dream's very questionable drink.

Gelatine Dream hums in delight and tells Hob he loves him.

Hob beams and kisses the top of the gelatinous mass, while Matthew chokes, very possibly because the scene on TV is Hodor...doing his thing, and that always gets to Hob.

(Matthew chokes because he is disgusted, he is revolted--)

--

Something thick and long, like an anaconda, slithers into bed with Hob, and it is only through his 600 plus years of living in this world does he calm his frantically beating heart and open his arms so big ass snake Dream can curl up next to him.

"I hate being sick," the snake hisses, its huge dark head tucking itself under Hob's chin. "I can't hug you like this."

'Please don't wrap around me and squeeze me to death,' Hob does not say. "I think you're adorable," he murmurs instead against Dream's coils, and kisses the nearest scaled skin in front of his face.

--

Dream is mostly back in his human form come morning, but he still dripped viscous dark liquid wherever he goes. It reminds Hob of Howl Pendragon from the Howl's Moving Castle Ghibli movie.

"How are you this morning, darling?"

"Wretched," Dream says as he drips onto his fry up. Hob mentioned preparing porridge for him as they got up earlier, only to be informed by Dream that he fucking hates porridge and would hurl it into the sun if he could. And so Hob cooked some fry up instead. "Must you go to work?"

Hob, already running late and in the process of putting on his shoes, stops and looks back at the pathetic picture Dream makes. He is sadly looking down at his perfectly cooked eggs, dripping dark sludge on the sun-yellow yolks.

"I'll call in sick," Hob decides, and takes his phone out to do just that. The department head is going to verbally flay him alive for only giving notice at the last minute, but nothing is more important to him than Dream. Hell, they could fire him over the phone and he'd be fine with it.

Dream hugs him around the middle as Hob puts his briefcase down, ruining his white dress shirt. Hob hugs him back and kisses the top of his head.

It's fine. He'll just buy another shirt, or get another job. But Dream is irreplaceable.

--

"Have I told you that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me?" Dream asks him a couple of days later, when they're both lying in bed after two rounds of fantastic sex, celebrating Dream's full recovery.

Hob kisses him on the nose and cuddles him closer. "Maybe once or twice in the last 24 hours," he says. "But it never hurts to tell me again."

--

Dream shyly hands him an unbreakable ceramic mug made from the sands of the Dreaming. It says, "The best boyfriend across all of time and space," in Dream's handwriting.

It takes Hob a solid month to stop grinning like a fool.

[ghostopossumlives]

Didn't like how the torso started going, but pretty satisfied with this face. This is a sketch of a Hool's face.

Long ancient lore ramble:

Long before the FTL Dark Age of the Nebula, the Hool ruled an empire that was ruined and scattered by the Ixionites a bit before the Ixionites wiped themselves out in the Terminarchomachy (an egofascist civil war between all remaining Ixion warlords to become the sole ruler and sole lifeform of the nebula.). The remaining Hool usually now serve under Bauosar warlords, being kept to assist with martial archeology (hunting down their own old shit that might be reverse engineered and giving it to the Bauosar in exchange for keeping their own petty fiefdoms). The Bauosar have similarly incomprehensible lifespans and had been a peripheral force during the age of the Hool and Ixionites' squabbles, but never posed enough of a threat to be focused on seriously by either empire while the other existed. They pretty much took over by default during the Dark Age after events at the end of the Terminarchomachy destroyed all FTL of that era. The Bauosar paperclipped any Hool they didn't exterminate, and their position hasn't risen past "on a short leash" since. (Ixionite survivors received no quarter, and are probably extinct.)

The Hool created the Pards, and were powerful bioengineers at their height. They usually killed their enemies with plagues until their populations were reduced enough to be safely recreationally tormented with monsters. They were unexpectedly hard-countered by the long held Ixionite practice of obliterating anything that might be sapient from millions of miles away with solar lasers, then using their now lost shield technology to hide inside of a sun if they suspected that they might lose the fight (they had a more efficient version of the SLIME systems used in modern planetary siege shields that turned afflictive input directly into monomolecule cohesion, allowing the energy from the stellar corona to make them completely indestructible for as long as they desired), preventing the Hool from ever making biological contact or obtaining cells to experiment with.

The Ixionites defeated and scattered the Hool, but before they were able to hunt down every survivor, they splintered and went to war against themselves. At some point in the conflict, a computer virus of unknown origin or method of transmission began to spread throughout all Hool, vermin, and Ixionite starships and fortresses, sabotaging them undetectably and causing total system failures that struck intelligently at the most devastating opportunity. A typical manifestation was shield failure during the standard Ixionite "sun sitting" tactic, causing the Ixionite to immolate itself. Knowledge of this virus event is mostly from Hool and Melusine witnesses whose ships were also bricked. Hool weren't likely to survive the virus attacks, but were more likely to survive the virus than Ixionites, because they weren't inside of stars when it struck, and were merely forced to hibernate adrift for centuries until they were collected by scavenging Bauosars or vermin. This virus eventually destroyed all FTL vessels in the Nebula, causing the FTL Dark Age, and setting the stage for the Bauosar to rise to power (The Baousar still mostly used STL starships and simply slugged around with several generations of slaves between pillaging planets for minerals). It is unknown whether the virus was an Ixionite, Hool, or vermin creation, and it is unknown if it is gone or still out there. Some even theorize that it might be in full effect throughout the Nebula, and that all modern technology has been inadvertently developed in ways that are immune to the virus because any technology invented that isn't immune is automatically affected by the virus, doesn't work, and isn't pursued, rendering the virus invisible to modern civilizations. It doesn't help that how the virus even spread was never determined.

Hool should never be considered trustworthy sources of information, but they are the main source for these events and are consistent with the accounts of the Melusines. The Melusines provide less information because they went to sleep when the Ixionites and Hool started showing up. (The Melusines are a long-lived species that don't individually live as long as Hool and Baousar, but who are able to hibernate for vast periods of time. They typically try to live peacefully with whatever civilization is closest to a "Golden Age", with whom they invest and trade with, then go on secretive hibernation flights when "Things Look Bad", such as when the Nebula gets split between "Hool airdropping one billion lions on your house" and "Ixionite laser go brrrr". The hibernation flights are attended to by generations of Melusine sentinel monks who would fly reconnaissance missions every few centuries to see if things are getting better, though they were forced into ground structures for awhile after the virus ruined their ships.)

[dukefishron]

I made a Terraria prompt list for this year! I said I wasn't gonna make one but decided eh, why not.

Feel free to tag me in this or tag it as #Terrariatober 2023 so I can see it!

And you can do whatever you want! Draw OCs, draw exactly as prompted, or even write instead! Just have fun!

Prompt list vvv

Beginning

Slime Rain

Crystal Heart

Caverns

Eye of Cthulhu

Crimson

Corruption

NPCs

Party

Skeletron

Queen Bee

Underworld

Wall of Flesh

Hardmode

Hallow

Queen Slime

Empress

Mechanical

Jungle

Plantera

Life Fruit

Temple

Golem

Sky Islands

Lunatic

Vortex

Stardust

Nebula

Solar

Moon Lord

Zenith

[fromtheashesofhate]

The air in The Rusted Nebula was thick with the tang of alien spirits and the low hum of discontent. Valeyar Koschei lounged in his chair, clawed fingers drumming a lazy rhythm against the grime-coated table, his blood-orange eyes glinting beneath the saloon's flickering neon lights. Around him, three Icksessian gamblers—scales iridescent with frustration—glared at their dwindling stacks of credits. Koschei’s inky-black fur, silvered at the underbelly, seemed to swallow the light whole as he leaned forward, his bat-like head tilting in mock sympathy. “Another round?” he purred, fangs flashing beneath a pair of jagged tusks. The green sweater with its hand-stitched yellow question mark stretched taut over his chest as he swept the latest pot toward him, the clink of chips almost drowned by someone’s hissed “Cheat.”

He sighed, swirling the murky dregs of his drink—something local, bitter, and mercifully free of frog slime. Me time, he’d told himself. A blissful hour without Naxar’s chaperoning while Roak was handling drop-off duty for Roe; insisting that going via their own volition would avoid any "temptations" to go anywhere except school. Koschei wondered if maybe he should've pressed to go with, but with how much time he spent with them already, perhaps it would be healthier to give the two of them some space and enjoy some well-earned father-daughter bonding. Besides, if there was anything he could reliably thrive on to pass the time, it was this—the thrill of outthinking, outplaying, outlasting. “You’re shuffling the deck sideways,” snarled the largest gambler, claws scraping the table. Koschei’s silvery horns, etched with that cryptic symbol, caught the light as he shrugged. “My friend, if I cheated, you’d be thanking me for the lesson.” He took a slow sip, the calm in his voice a blade sheathed in velvet. “I just know how to play the game.”

The saloon's ambient chatter died. Four sets of eyes—three livid, one amused—locked in a silence sharper than Koschei’s claws. He could taste the violence brewing, sour and electric. Typical.

"He didn't cheat." Came a slurred voice.

"I've calculated thirty-two billion different possible outcomes for your game. This was one of them. If he'd cheated, the outcome would be duffer...differend."

The cybertronian stood up, swaying slightly on his feet.

"He may be bending the rules, but he didn't cheat."

The mech lifts his energon cube to his mouth, seemingly surprised to find it empty.