Here, you'll raise, role play as, upgrade, and shape a mochi-like blobling into any creature your heart desires!
Do you want to play a talking flower with a mischievous side? We support you.
Do you want to play a wolf with a lion's mane? Cool. We can help you.
Do you want to play a base blobling, but with a tuft of hair
and stars all over its skin? Hell yeah. Once you're happy with your blobling, you can
start breeding it with other people's creatures to form strange and
exciting hybrids.
Play through the rise of a new world after an apocalyptic-level event has forced a reset. Build the world from the ground up and engage in a rules-light role play that encourages creativity over crunch. Help decide what sorts of plants and animals will populate the planet. Worship the God of Death!
If this sounds interesting to you, we'd love to have you! We accept role players, artists and writers of all skill levels.
Please start by going to the Information Station and getting your read on, and hopefully
we'll see more of you around here. ^__^
IC News
Bloblings have begun hanging out in groups all around Terrea! They're calling them 'blobling initiatives', which sounds weirdly formal, but they're still a highly curious occurence... maybe you should check them out?
Our Discord server is invite only. Please DM Ichor or Saerfall after you've submitted your blobling claim form, and we'll send you an invite link. We spend most of our time on our Discord, so if it seems quiet here, we're probably all sequestered away in our server.
Valetis bounced into the library, hefting herself again and again to see the books on the shelves. Eventually, she bumped into the leg of another creature - a tall creature, with large wings in a rainbow gradient. Her pink eyes widened, and she gasped - those wings were absolutely gorgeous!
When the creature - Dioscuri - asked her to write a book, Valetis agreed immediately. She'd do anything for someone with such beautiful, colorful body parts. Anything they asked. Especially if it meant she might get a chance to touch the gorgeous colors!
With a bit of help, Valetis found a blob-sized table, some paper, and a pen. Gripping the pen in her mouth, Valetis began to write.
It was a very hot day, she began, and Genire the Stridor was feeling miserable. She was still searching for the perfect thing to hoard, all across Terrea. She searched high and low, side to side, and even backwards, but she couldn't find a thing.
Valetis paused in her writing to scribble a picture of Genire, trying not to get lost in the beautiful sheen of the drying ink. Surely Dioscuri wouldn't mind reading a picture book! Pictures made every book better!
Genire felt lost without a hoard. But as days and days passed by with no sign of the perfect thing, she wan across a beautiful bloblet named Eria.
Here, Valetis paised to sketch Eria, a perfectly round white bloblet with all-black eyes.
Genire was captivated in an instant. He was gorgeous! This blob, she knew, was going to be her hoard.
But Eria did not want to be hoarded. "Go away," he said as he started to roll away from Genire.
"Wait, stop!" she cried, following him. "Please, you're all I want here. Please stay with me."
Eria stopped. "Will you give me shiny things?" he asked.
"All the shinies you want," Genira promised.
Eria rolled back to her. "Sold," he said. "Show me the shine."
The End
Valetis sat back and wmiled at her work. This was a good book. She could feel it.
Valetis was in awe. This place was very, very different from Onyxia Sanctuary; it was all sandy, and much, much more colorful. She liked that a lot.
This wasn't the first time she'd been here, though- it was the second. Last time, she had met B, and been asked to go back to Onyxia for some building materials. Valetis hadn't been too happy at the thought of going all the way back so soon, but she'd agreed all the same after a long while of thinking. It wasn't like she had much else she was doing, after all.
Valetis grabbed one last bundle of papyrill quills from her little cart, hopped down, and deposited it on the pile of building materials. The papyrill materials probably weren't ideal, but they were mixed with ferrowood, and she hoped that would be enough to satisfy B.
She couldn't see why B was no longer satisfied with her current little city, though. It was so pretty - maybe not the most colorful thing on Terrea, but that could come later. Her mind started wandering to ways they could make this little city prettier together, if B didn't mind getting some more help - the papyrill paper could be stuck to the side of buildings and covered in poffdula ink, colored to a rainbow shine - maybe even layered and blended into a gradient!
But color wasn't the only aesthetic that could be improved, she realized. The more she looked, the more she could see flaws in these little buidings - lumpy, off-center, flawed. She smiled again at the thought of B being able to improve them with the help she'd already given her. B could make a far better city with these new materials, given time and maybe a hand - she just knew that was true. She could feel it in her blobby little core.
Valetis wrapped herself up in her own tail, resting her feathered head on herself. “I really don’t know what to tell you,” she said quietly. “I was born from Ichor’s hand and I love her, but… Eris and Themis? I don’t know how I feel about them anymore. Another blob told me that most everyblobby only really worships one of them, but… isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? Live to empower the gods? Love them with our whole selves, whether we embody their core traits or not?”
She sighed. “I suppose if everyblobby just follows one god and nobody’s gotten punished for it yet, it must be okay, but… I don’t know. It feels wrong to think about just giving myself to Ichor. She’s everything I aspire to be, but Themis and Eris are just as important. Even if they’re not supposed to be here interfering. They have their own worlds they can do with as they please, but if they’re here all the time, surely that means they’re not getting enough from them? Surely they need some of us, too?”
Valetis shook her head and uncoiled; without thinking about it, she stretched out to drop her head into Sakana’s lap. “I don’t want to abandon them,” she whispered. “Being left behind by the people you trusted to know you and love you and care about you… that sounds like the worst thing ever. Even if they’re used to it, no one deserves to be left behind like that. Not even gods who have lots of people who love them.”
She closed her eyes and settled in a bit more, the water of the pool slowly soaking into her bright feathers. “I don’t think I can let them all go,” she said after a long, long pause. “Not yet. If nothing else, I need to know what I’m leaving behind. I guess… I guess we’ll just have to see what happens after that.”