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
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. ^__^
Bloblings from all over Terrea have been hiding out outside of the Bunko Barn, waiting for the next time Rourick says they're open for business. Some of them have set up elaborate huts, so eager for the barn's next event that they've just decided to live there. Oh dear!
01/7/22 Hey there!
It's July now!
We've updated the Writing Prompts and Art Prompts for this month, so go take a look! We can't wait to see what you come up with!
This month is an Evolution Phase, and the thread will be being posted on the 5th! Stay tuned.
The mods and I did some talking and we have decided that it's time for us to focus on the overall site and its functionality first and foremost, rather than running any other story events at this moment. This means that for several months, we'll be putting our energy into updates like a Voucher Guide and a Newbie Landing Page that will benefit the whole site, but may not be as fun in the short-term. We may sprinkle in one or two story updates here and there, pending on some further decision making behind the scenes.
This does not mean that Prompts or Mini Missions will stop, but it *does* mean that I (Ichor) will be unavailable for anything that requires my art for the foreseeable future/as of this post. This means that people who wish for Makers, Insta-Bleeds and Insta-Evos and more should go ask one of the other mods very nicely if they're willing to art those. Players who do so should pay 50 percent of the item's price to the artist and 50 percent to the Terrea PayPal.
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.
Post by BugInTheWater on Jun 17, 2020 5:34:54 GMT -5
Corvid was walking down a pathway he had found that ran through the mountains, gently humming to himself. Where would this lead? He didn’t know, and that was the joy of walking. Plumage was by his side, walking with him and giving him calming feelings. He smiled at Plumage, and gave them a soft pat with his wing. They had gotten especially close recently, after everything that had happened. Plumage helped keep him calm, and it felt like it was helping a bit. The sound of crunching snow made him stop dead in his tracks. A blobling was rolling up to him, and he noticed how bad it looked. Had they gone feral? He was feral once, so he could emphasize with them, at least. He raised his voice and shouted, “Hello! May I ask if you are okay?”
Post by BugInTheWater on Jun 17, 2020 5:51:55 GMT -5
The feral turned to Corvid, and stared at him with terrified eyes. Corvid started to slowly approach them, and Plumage bit down on his tail feathers. He turned around, and whispered to Plumage, “It’ll be okay. I can just talk to them.” Plumage hesitantly let go, and Corvid walked up to the feral and knelt over him. “Can you talk?” “Vermin…” “Uh, what?” Corvid’s eyes darkened a bit. Did Vermin do something to this poor blob? He had only heard a bit about this Vermin blob, but he sounded terrible. “Vermin…” “Do you need help escaping from him or something? I can help-” The feral clamped its jaws on his leg, and Corvid let out a scream and kicked it away ‘softly’. As in, he tried to do that softly, but he ended up kicking it off the mountain. He sat down and panicked for a while, not even registering that he accidentally just popped a blob.
Post by BugInTheWater on Jun 17, 2020 6:14:16 GMT -5
Plumage fluttered up to him, with an ‘I told you so’ look on their face. They were still sending calming feelings, though, in an attempt to help Corvid not get any worse. After what felt like forever, he felt ready to go home and rest. He was so tired after that. He got up and started flying back home, with Plumage not far behind. After a while, he finally had made it home. He landed in his nest and curled up into a ball. He heard Cyano get up from her nest and walk over to him. “Dad?” she softly said. “Hey, sweetheart,” he responded, too tired to really say anything else. Cyano stayed silent, and instead lifted up one of his wings. She snuggled up really close to him, and put his wing around her. Corvid gave her a bit of a half-smile, and tightened his wing around her. It was amazing how she knew what he needed, when he needed it. He had an amazing daughter, and that was all he would ever need. Cyano softly hummed to him, and Corvid slowly drifted to sleep.