[Deepspace Tunnel shenanigans occur! Now, little friends from another planet come to ours! Welcome to the Blobbus!]
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Dozing off and on, you laze on your couch for a moment, enjoying the day for a moment of peace…
*KNOCK*
“Hmm, the door?” You murmur, sitting up.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK-!*
Getting up, once the knocking starts turning into banging, you throw the door open. Eyes ablaze with worry as your knuckles clench around the doorframe.
Opening, you see a sweating woman with her fist raised to knock on the door again.
“Emcee?”
You look over the woman, her lovely hair a slight mess. Dressed in casual wear for the day, most likely thrown on in a hurry, as she holds a pretty little purse on her arm. The fake leather is swinging back and forth unnaturally.
Seeing your eyes shift to the purse on her arm, she unhooks it. Cradling it in her arms, she hands it over to you quickly.
Frazzled, she takes a deep breath.
“U-uhm… You might need to sit down while I explain this...”
With a gentle, cautious, tight grip on the bag, the two of you take a seat on the couch as the girl starts to explain.
“You see… I-”
A little creature jumps out of the bag, settling right between your knees. It stares at MC, before doing a small turn, gazing up at you.
Staring at the round, circular creature, you couldn’t help but notice a few similarities between a dear friend of yours.
Emcee watches you eagerly as she hurriedly stands up, her phone ringing quite loudly as the little creature keeps its sweet little eyes trained on you.
“What is-?”
Emcee introduces the small creature.
“This is a Blobbus! From Bounce Bounce Planet! I swear, they’re friendly! But they’ve sorta ruined my furniture and are basically aliens and-! I gotta’ head out, I’ll text you more details later! Okay, thank you, bye!”
She leaves hurriedly, the quick explanation doing nothing to help you understand. The door slams shut as her footsteps vanish after a few moments.
Looking away from the door, you glance down at your little guest sitting on your couch.
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[Zayne Li]
[Ta-Da! Let me make it clear, this is a comedy-romance focusing on the actual male leads, not just the blobbu, this is more of a joke fic lol, i do have some drafts continuing some of this. Anyway, if you wanna see the drafts Please let me know! Thanks for reading!]
My worst trait is looking at something and going...I could do that.
tl:dr - I found this person's crochet LaDS blobbus on TikTok and, having completed a total of two crochet projects in my life, decided I could do it, too - because surely these couldn't be that complicated...😅 (foot meet mouth)
Full story and pictures below - should you be so inclinded.
So, one day, I'm doomscrolling, as one does, and I stumble across this lovely post by dhliaindeepspace (I no longer have TikTok, or the link so I'm sorry) and her beautiful, lovely crochet blobbus.
And a series of thoughts hits me at once.
Omg - those are so cute!
Omg - the Misfits would love these, and we each main someone different; this is perfect.
Hey...I could do that.
She had no pattern, had mainly created them from her brain and free tutorials and I figured I could do the same.
I, who had created a total of one (1) baby blanket and one (1) Woobles project (Fred), and then abandoned the hobby altogether in frustration.
I've been wanting a way to fall in love with it again, but I just...couldn't. Turns out I needed inspiration in the way of creating for others.
So, I went out, bought yarn (my mistake was buying cotton instead of acrylic, but it is what it is), and went scouring the internet for tutorials.
In this process I learned:
I don't actually know what a single stitch is....and was doing a 1.5 (I guess??) stitch for the body.
How did you not know if you were following tutorials?
Well...I was following a written one for the body...and didn't know I was doing it wrong until I could not for the life of me get the color switching to work on Zayne. (This led to Tiny Zayne, shown below, to prove to myself I did, in fact, know what I was doing...only to find out that a proper single stitch made him very, very smol.)
2. Eyeballing size can work...sometimes lol
3. I hateeeeeeeeeeeeee magic rings - yes, I figured out a work around
4. I will be damned before I willingly crochet with something as thin as embrodery thread ever again.
5. I can do something in a short amount of time (two-ish weeks) with a wild amount of confidence...and while it may not be perfect, it still can be done.
6. There is something healing about creating something tangible that I can hold in my hands. It allowed my brain to unravel and work through writer's block in a way that I don't fully understand.
Worked so well that I plan to make something once a month just to keep up skills and break up the writing journey with something else.
7. Practice may not make you perfect, but it does solidify habits, which allows for growth. (As seen by the smoothness of Raf 2 pictured below.)
Here's the thing, comparing them to dahliaindeepspace - this is straight up the Temu version, but I'm still proud of them. And the Misfits loved them when they made their way to their new home. (After a terrible situation with Raf 1 being stolen from the box [wtf] and being recreated a second time.)
So, Kaits, why tell us this long winded story instead of just showing us pictures?
Because, loves, someone needs the reminder that it doesn't need to be perfect to be done. We all start from the bottom, and work our way up. The beginning will be messy and rough and frustrating, and then you'll hit a breakthrough, and you'll just get it.
So, Reader, do something new today. And, as the great Ms. Frizzle said,
these outfits gave me whispers of the overcomplicated genshin design days. the layers in some of these outfits made me use an entirely new method ;w;
some little bulleted drabbles under the cut:
Things go a little awry when protocore fluctuations convert their boyfriend into a blobbu. After confirming it’s a temporary mutation, what next?
Xavier:
Even in Blobbu form, this guy eats.
The boardwalk they’ve been exploring for the past half a week is full of the best seafood around. She gets a table for two at the next restaurant on their list—“I mean one, sorry.”
Xavier is perched right next to her bread plate, staring at her menu with her.
“Claimed that plate for yourself, huh?" She laughs. "Sure.”
He leans and presses his star-shaped antenna to every dish he wants.
“Are you sure you can eat all that?”
His entire body vibrates with his emphatic nod.
The waiter gives her an odd glance when they tally up all the food she’s eaten. It’s enough for two people. From his hiding place on his lap, he just wobbles with suppressed laughter.
She feeds him first, cutting food into smaller pieces and holding the bites out on her fork.
Every time, she watches in mesmerized silence as he opens his mouth wide and swallows it whole. The food dissolves quickly into his translucent body. He glows brighter with every delicious bite.
He tucks away an entire four cheesy biscuits, ten clams with garlic butter, a bowl of shrimp stew, and half her seafood boil.
He even longingly stares at her from her lap when the waiter mentions dessert—an ice cream float? Hand-churned? She couldn’t say no when he was practically glowing.
The sleepy blob curls up back on her neck as she walks back to their rental flat.
“Mm…” The wobbly little voice is perfectly content. The star antenna and little ring surrounding him glow with deep satisfaction.
Tara reaches to hold the sleepy blob steady in her palms. But not before she presses another kiss to him.
His body lights up, another happy sigh escaping him.
“Cutie,” she murmurs. “We’ll eat some more tomorrow, yes?”
A happy chirp is her response.
“Hehe. Okay, hang tight. Let’s go home.”
Zayne:
“Can we still even go to the beach?” She’s in her swimsuit and cover-up. Zayne was too, before his body morphed. “Um. Hop once for yes, hop twice for no.”
Zayne ponders this for a few moments. Then he hops once.
“Okay. You’re not doing this because I was excited to go?” She raises an eyebrow.
Coincidentally, something in the paint of their hotel room is very interesting to the blob. Emsie sighs.
“I don’t want you to force yourself to go if you’re not feeling up to it. You just experienced an intense protocore mutation, for goodness’ sake.”
He hops twice, his expression insistent.
“Fine,” she says softly.
The blue blob helps her pack everything into their rolling bag and cooler. He pushes sunscreen into her hands, nudges the bug spray toward her, and even starts producing circular ice balls to fill up the cooler.
Emsie’s face lights up the moment they step onto the soft sand. Zayne can see it even from his location in the bag.
She loves the beach, as he knows. She grew up landlocked in places without sun or sea, so she gets giddy every time she’s near a body of water. The novelty never wears up.
She settles a few meters from the shoreline. Umbrella up, towel laid out, and Zayne settled right next to her as she stares at the waves in wonder.
He makes a low sound. She turns.
He’s pushed a tube of sunscreen out of the bag.
She giggles. “Yes, yes, I’ll apply it.”
He does his best to help her apply it to her back, but his body is not cut out for rubbing cream into skin. He slips and slides off her skin a few times before he’s successful.
Blob Zayne keeps pushing things toward her—water. A snack when her stomach growls. More water. He’s on a mission to keep her hydrated, it seems.
A few hours later, Emsie carries Zayne toward the boardwalk. Unscheduled. Spontaneous, as many things are with her. He has learned not to mind.
He watches with increasingly wide eyes as she buys a large cup of ice cream with a gooey cookie on top.
She watches with soft eyes as he devours it whole with happy, wobbly sounds that he tries to hide.
“Thanks for accompanying me, Zayne.”
The peck she leaves on his head is perhaps the sweetest treat of all.
Rafayel:
He’d been looking forward to getting a proper soak in the famous seas on this island—supposedly they were known for health benefits due to the protocore deposits nearby.
Instead, he’s a bright pink blob at the mercy of his lover. He’s been dejected for the last half an hour, curled up in the corner of the couch. When Liesl reaches over to hold him? He spits.
“I know you’re upset,” she says with the patience that only emerges when he’s sulking, “but we can figure out an alternative.”
Blobbu Rafayel does not want an alternative. He wanted to soak in the crystalline Emerald Sea with Liesl and enjoy all the—
Liesl scoops him up without warning. He wobbles around in a panic, trying to escape her firm grip.
She plops him right in the tub. Water begins to fill up, and Rafayel floats, tail swishing quickly as bubbles froth around him.
“Here. This is the best I can give you,” she murmured, reaching to remove his red little hat and place it safely on the edge of the tub.
He paddles around for a while and finally accepts this substitute.
Liesl watches with her head leaning on the tub as her blobbu boyfriend zips through the water. He bursts out of the rising water like a tiny, round dolphin.
He chirps at her loudly.
Her head tilts. “What is it now?”
He swims closer, bumping at her sleeve.
Liesl makes a guess. “You want me to join?”
The blob makes a happy click.
“... You never change.”
But Liesl reaches to lift her shirt off anyway.
Liesl ignores how her cheeks are steadily turning as pink as his blob form when he nuzzles into every crevice of her warm skin.
Rafayel ignores it too.
Sylus:
Lois, as usual, had wanted to try the steep hike up to the top of the mountainous island to see the view, before Sylus had turned into… a blobby fiend.
“You’re like the devil on my shoulder,” Lois drawls.
Sylus just grins at her, fluttering behind her as she continues ascending the mountain path.
“You’re cheating on this hike.”
He just flutters ahead faster, darting through the tropical trees as she continues her steady pace.
So now, she got to scale rocks while he flew about like a freebird. If he keeps rubbing it in with that smug expression, she’s going to play baseball with him and one of the many sticks she’d found on the ground.
“These rocks…” she mutters, scaling a wall of rocks that’s a hair away from being perfectly vertical. No wonder the guide had warned her that most people gave up halfway.
She pauses on a level rock with a deep sigh.
The blob peers down at her, smirk melting into something more concerned.
He flutters back down, making what could have been encouraging little yips.
As she at last grabs onto the top rock, he bounces nearby, tail wagging. A wobbly encouragement.
Lois pulls herself up and sits to catch her breath. Already, the foggy lakes are visible through the edges of the remaining canopy.
“Enjoying this?” she asks softly. The red blob hops in place, eyes crinkling into joy.
“Alright. You’ll enjoy the final view more, no? Just stay with me.”
The blob flies even closer for the rest of the trip up.
Caleb:
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Simone stares at the monstrosity against her mechanical engineering degree. “I can just throw you into the sky too.”
A hell of a lot of balsa wood and prayers are keeping Caleb attached to their kite.
Kite Beach was not only rather uncreatively named but also known for strong breezes, which meant the skies were always filled with animals or shapes or even more complex creations.
Of course, Caleb had transformed into a blobbu on a bitterly cold day, and he wanted to use his propeller, gray clouds be damned. But he was having a bit of trouble making his evol work with the new form.
Hence: Operation Stick Caleb to a Kite.
As the wind picks up at her back—the sea splashing against wet sand—Caleb lets out an affirmative chirp (“Roger!”).
Simone lets out a deep sigh and lets the kite fly.
She feels the hum of his evol. Immediately, he shoots into the sky.
His delighted screaming is loud enough for Simone to hear about thirty feet below.
She’s too focused on keeping the right amount of line free so her blob of a boyfriend doesn’t come crashing onto sand to really enjoy his delight.
But as the kite stabilizes, she looks to see the orange blob enjoying the ride. She steers, moving it up and down and side to side.
Of course, it’s not the wind that brings the blob down but the haphazard engineering.
Simone screams when the blob falls straight through the wood frame—right above the ocean.
Before she can toss the spool of string away, Caleb finally manages to get his propeller to move. With a whoop, he flies off and away in a blur of orange.
Simone does not see him coming. He falls like a meteor, aimed straight at her cranium.
He stops an inch from her face.
Simone stares at the blob’s smirk.
Then, with a quiet coo, he flutters close to smooch her nose. A quiet thank you.
