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Bloblings have noticed mysterious, gooey bloblings popping up in the world. Many bloblings are weary of them because of their resemblance to the tar from the tar pits, which have been known to eat bloblings for something called 'breakfast'.
01/09/23 Hey there!
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Triss hadn't expected any acknowledgement, and smiled warmly towards Yume at her antics. The godborn had plenty of other blobs to greet, so the pup decided to wait patiently and deal with some more immediate concerns. After brushing off several other blobs, Triss had made a few new acquaintances and a potential reading buddy in Onixya!
The order to link up came rather unexpectedly, startling Triss. She quickly excused herself and searched for Yume: this was the perfect opportunity to introduce herself! Make her services and availability...known? Really, she had no idea what she was doing once she met up with her, but getting to know her seemed important under the circumstances.
"Uh, excuse me! Yume!!" Triss called out, trying to get the godborn's attention. "Could I talk to ya?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Kip beamed over at Kali, offering a free paw towards one of her hands. His gaze shot between his gathered friends and loved one, having a rather good feeling about the incoming chaos. Though he did offer a raised eyebrow towards the snakeblob, seeing some unease in his eyes. "Could always have one'a them cyrills, steady the nerves." He gave Ev a mischievous wink, squeezing the tail looped around his paw and waist. "Could have one with ya, if ya wanna~"
Evrah rolled a pair of eyes at the pup's suggestion even as another smirk graced his face. And yet. His middle eye darted to the tar then back to pup and he dipped a paw into the bag plucking out an orb before making sure the gift was secured again. It was, after all, still his until he gifted it and the plant would grow it back shortly anyway.
Nipping into it he drained the cyrill orb half way before shoving the rest (very romantically) into Kip's mouth. Then, since Kip didn't see fit to properly introduce them, he spoke to Kali while wondering which variety of nectar they'd just consumed, "I am Evrah, this is Star. Though we haven't met, I had watched your match with Kip from the stands. You did well." Perhaps an underwhelming assessment of her performance but the snake blob was unapologetically biased.
Vioid felt eyes upon him almost immediately. He looked up and saw what appeared to be a rabbit girl completely covered in goopy tar. He felt a bit unnerved from her silent staring until she picked up a nearby blobling and whispered to them. He could only assume she was talking about him. The cube gave the two a small smile, albeit a shy one. Her attention then fell upon another blobling soon after.
Vioid listened to the instructions that were given and shuddered at the thought pf having to go into the tar. It was the only way it seemed, so he couldn't complain. The cube couldn't help but notice the sheer amount of bloblings that were here. It wasn't too long ago that he was on his own and to be suddenly surrounded by others like him, it felt surreal to him. He also noticed that some of them were placing their gifts into a metal box. He didn't have to worry about that as his was lost to the tar pits. The blobling hoped over towards the line that was forming. One of the more evolved bloblings offered to carry him. He nodded and gave them a grateful look, relived that he didn't have to put in the effort to ask himself.
Midnight was still swimming in the tar pit and having a great time. suddenly she felt herself being lifted up out of the tar pit. She struggled in the invisible grasp. She was set on the ground. So when Midnight heard Cari told them to line up so that they could go into a big tar pit pool. She jumped over some smaller tar pits to get in line. When she gets into line she turns to the blob in front of her and says.
"Are you excited about the big tar pit pool?"
(Midnight was going to run in to the tar again.then when she saw that everyone was lining up she ran so she can stay with the group. Then when Midnight saw then Big tar pool. She was so excepted of the tar pits. But then she saw a Blob strangling then she Helped the blob. Then they were over the ether side and when everyone was safe. Midnight Jumped in to the Big tar pool. And want down just to make sure. But she didn't see everyone. so she when up to the sufferance and took a breath and want back down and up while looking for blob's that are struggling.)
Last Edit: Feb 14, 2021 20:15:09 GMT -5 by pinkswan
Your explicit request for Yume's attention gets it for but a second before the line has formed and is expecting motion. Yume seems a little antsy too - but she tilts her head down and then up again in a slow nod. "L a t e r ."
The blobs around you form a chain, linking up whatever they have that can pass for a hand... but several of them have only tentacles, or are just a rectangle with hair that moves with the presence and grace of a hand, so you can probs guess how well that goes. Still, they do what they're asked as best as they can.
Once you've become one with the chain, there isn't much to do except wait for the others here to follow suit. If you decide to take a look around...
The blobbies present are, if you attended Reinala's Tour, a wee bit stranger looking than the ones who were in the White City. Many of them have grown oddly attached to a particular limb and have grown several more of them than is the norm, such as legs or arms. One is a tall, pill-looking creature whose torso is completely saturated with arms. And what's more, they appear to be on a sort of band that allows them to rotate. Is this a blobling slap machine? The blobbies behind and in front of them appear to be having trouble picking which hand to grab on to, partly because there are so many to choose from and partly because the band keeps shifting.
Suddenly, a sharp huff comes from the front of the line. "Kkkkk... I'm not waiting anymore. oyo Either grab on now or swim through my Daddy's tar yourselves, because we're going in!" And with that, Yume kicks off the edge of the Tar Pool and splashes in. It reacts as if it's water, with a mountainous ripple moving along the surface, and Yume kicks her leggies and disappears beneath the surface. The line of bloblings follows, with a few graceless flops into the blackness that turn into leaps of faith as the news that the front of line is moving spreads.
Eventually, it's your turn, assuming you're following along on the adventure. You've been being tugged along for a little while now, getting closer and closer to being swallowed up by the inky goo. Some bloblings have hit the surface easily, but others have smacked into it like a wall, hitting it like a person who does a belly flop does. If you're a Chaos-aligned blobble, you'll glide through the pool smoothly, but if you're not... diving into the tar feels exactly like diving into tar - slightly watered down, but still 0/10 stars. It's icky, it sticks to you completely and it gets into your bits like you wouldn't believe. Feathers mat and drag, fur bloats and sucks it up, and eyelids have a hard time keeping it out. Your best bet is to just hold on tight, because from the moment you hit the surface, everything goes dark and murky. Moving your limbs in any way is a chore, and the pressure of miles of tar on your blobby skin is uncomfortable at best and painful at worst.
The experience stops with a sudden and alarming sense of freefall. It's as if the tar that's been holding you afloat is no longer there; luckily, this part of the experience doesn't last long and you splat into a thick pile of tar, hitting what feels like the ground with a great deal of force. Luckily, the aforementioned puddle of goo is there to soften the blow.
"Oh nooooo... fuckity, I'm sorry. There are so many of you and you're all falling out of different spots in the tar and I'm having a hard time catching all of you. Yume, why is your Temple built like this-- AAAAAA!" Curi's frustrated voice turns shrill when another blobling about ten feet away splats into the ground. Curi is absolutely drenched, black streaking all over her bod so much it's hard to tell she's colourful anymore.
If you decide to take a look around, it becomes clear that you did indeed land on a floor, and a solid one at that. Thick, glossy blackness stretches out beneath you, with red veins that flicker and pulse and light the room with a surprisingly warm glow. The veins climb up the walls, which are made from what appears to be planks of bleeding heart tree, the redness peeking out from the space between them.
Yume spots you and bounces over. "Hiya. oyo Welcome to my Daddy's Temple. Something we all gotta do when we first get in is get under these cool water disks that squirt warm water and wash the tar off of ourselves; Daddy tells me it's kind of like cleansing oneself of the outside world and becoming more open to the sickly claws of Chaos, but I just think it smells niiiiiice. There are a bunch of smelly lumps that get all foamy that you can rub on yourself and they really make it easier to get extra clean, sooooo you should go that way and try it out. Just get between the glass walls and turn the knob and I thiiiink you can figure out the rest." She gestures over in the direction of what peeps from the Old World would know to be a row of shower stalls, each with golden supports at its four corners and frosted glass.
The sound of water spraying down against hard tiles is all around you, and so is steam, creeping out from beneath the stalls. There are hundreds of them, all ready for use, which is a good thing because more than a hundred blobs are in attendance, each one falling from the gooey ceiling and being ushered towards the 'water disks'. It smells cold here, like a harsh snowy day, but pleasant cinnamon-like earthy scents and hot clouds of steam roll out from the area the Daughter of Chaos pointed out to you.
Each one of the stalls has a hook on the back of the door, a fluffy black towel hanging off of it, and towards the back, a slight dip in the floor, a golden drain, a 'water disk' which appears to be a shower head, a golden button, and a few small shelves built into the wall that house the lumps Yume mentioned. When used, the bars begin to fizz almost like an Old World bath bomb, and crackle with lively colours like a firework. Surprisingly, very little product needs to be used, and it cuts through the tar with ease... and you get a tiny light show all the while! Each bar smells cinnamony and woody, leaving skin fresh and free of tar and fur, hair and scales soft and shiny.
The blobs who have already started to partake are showing a wide range of reactions. Some are trying to see if they can overload the drains, some are gasping in shock at the cool soap, some are giggling at the bubbles, some are humming, some are gargling the water, and a couple very annoying peeps are screaming up at the water disk, as if they can begin to win a screaming match with a shower head.
Showering is a deeply un-Terrean activity; Onyxia doesn't have running water, and neither does anywhere else other than the White City. Tubbles are a great help to blob-kind but not everyblobby has one, and so... most of the blobbies here are completely in the dark about how to clean themselves. It's foreign to them.
Post by mrwafffles32 on Feb 14, 2021 21:04:03 GMT -5
covered in a thicc gloopy layer of tar Hopes ears drooping with the weight of the the viscous substance. the swim down felt like nothing she had ever been through before heavy and cold but strangely comforting, like a hug from a respectable looking snowman(if blobs new what snow men were). she looked to her new adventure companion who hadn't seemed to bothered by the tar, they seemed to have a much easier time sliding through the tar they must be a chaos blob. looking back up to the godborns and back at herself then back to yume, she noticed the striking resemblance of the two even more than she had when she first saw the goopy godborn. it certainty wasn't a bad thing by any means hope had picked her form not only for the reference to her memories but also because it simply looked amazing. Hope adored the way yume looked and seeing herself doused in tar was almost like the perfect cosplay of the godborn. and though she was quiet a fan of yumes looks she didn't want to offend her or eris by staying covered in tar. it was also getting rather hard to move with the tar slowly becoming thiccer and thiccccer as she stood and gazed at yume and her self. Shaking her head as best she could in an attempt to bring back her focus " Altum, ah guna go clean off rell quick wanna walk over with meh, ah gotta get clean so ah can move well agian.?" her ears now glued to the sides of her face.
Kali nodded in the direction of Evrah and Star as she listened, and quickly responded as the line had already begun to move into the tar, "I'm Kali, and thanks. Kip was quite the challenging opponent to face." She wanted to say more, but didn't want to get cut off as it would be their turn to take the dive soon enough. Her cloud shifted and moved to in her hair before she jumped in, and she held her gift tightly between the folds of her wings.
After landing, Kali stood and shook off the worst of the goo hoping to free her cloud of sparkles which was still bunched up in her hair. Even the little bit that didn't get flung away seemed to be enough to give her difficulty though, so she shifted her focus to making sure her gift had made the trip alright as well, which thankfully, it had. As much as Kali wanted to see where the others had landed she hated her sparkles being covered up so she broke away to speedily wash the rest of the tar off of her. The intricacies of the stalls and showers interested her and made her wonder, but she had already seen a fair share of strangeness after the last tour so she simply got right to it seeing no sense in wasting time. She'd cleaned herself off before while visiting the colorwave coast so she wasn't completely clueless, but the soap did amaze her as well. As soon as Kali began to wash herself her cloud of sparkles poofed out from her hair and spilled out of the stall so that it wouldn't get in her way while she bathed.
Once finished she gathered her cloud closer to her and begun to look around to see if she could spot Kip and the others.
When it was Midnight's turn she had jumped in with two blob's cu necked to each other. when they went to the other end they sprayed and fell in to a big room. With hundreds of weird squrers with Gold stuff. Midnight went into one and saw a botten."Should I push it?" Midnight thought to her self. "Am going to push it" Midnight pushed it thanking that it might do what it dose but with tar. But it didn't, it spray water? She thought that this it's not bad yet. Then she saw a Bar and thought that it was candy. so she took a bit and all that she got was foom and crackles with colors in her mouth. Midnight rinse out the soup of her mouth and put it on her blobly body and rinse it of. She had thought that know it was the worse. All expected the water.
Wow, those blobs really are kind of cool, huh. So many types...
The tar-plunge is an experience. Knowing that there's an end to this brings Soma comfort, and perhaps that's enough to soothe his fears of being trapped as he finds the sensation of the tar-drop actually... kind of thrilling! You never know when it's going to stop, and everything is blackness and wooo he bets he can SEE things in it and then there's a really cool stomach-dropping fall right at the end of it...
He actually kind of likes this. Fun! Splash he goes into the tar, and it's now in all of his vents. Woops. Still, it's kind of cool.
Then comes the showers. Oh, the SHOWERS. Soma is all sparkles. Which is to say, he's absolutely thrilled by this turn of events. He's working out every way he can interact with the shower head and SHINY things, and how does this soap work and the disc makes echoey noises but he already kind of knows that metal does that, so he just gives the disc a rap to confirm it. It's hollow, and carries the water from somewhere...
How do they make the water? Heat the water? This place isn't close to the thermal springs! Oh, if only he could find out where it's coming from. Later!
First, to play with this kind of... hm, Yume was right. It's kind of smelly. But he thinks he knows what that smell is from! Smells like... fat. Burny fat. Drippy fat! So animal fat makes this... bubbly cleany thing? He likes it! What a cool invention!
Naturally, he's then distracted with everything else. He should have gone on to talk to Yume, but honestly, all of this is too exciting for him to ignore at the moment!
As their part of the line hit the tar the nerves that screamed 'let go we don't need to do this anyway' were dulled by the nectar. The warm fuzzy feeling took the edge off of the spikes of panic but he made sure his grips on both Star and Kip was firm. More so when the gunk clung to his form and it felt like the tar, seeping into his fluff and feathers, wanted to keep him there. It was terrifying. With his eyes sealed shut he desperately redirected his imagination away from the idea that the tar was a living thing and they were-
The resistance vanished. They were out.
The extra goopy black blob's relief was short lived. He still couldn't quite see it but they were falling? Again. He pulled Star back to his chest and his tail still clung to Kip. He tried to spread his wings again to catch them like he had before, but the tar more or less tethered the wings to his sides. The floor was found the hard way with a wet splat on his side. He had managed to spread out one uselessly covered wing before impact though it barely served as cushioning for Star. The only intentional thing Evrah was successful in achieving was keeping Kip's landing from being quite as hard as his was. His tail slowing the impact for the pup before he joined the puddle of fools.
But... at least they were out. That was good...That was...was... not good enough! The half cyrill might have dulled the panic but it had nothing on Evrah's indignation at this sort of treatment now that he felt relatively safe. Wiping at his eyes furiously with Star still stuck to him, he built internally on all the words he'd have for these godborns. He wanted to write a new letter to Reinala informing her that she was an elite amongst her peers and he was terribly sorry for misunderstanding that. Perhaps a strongly worded message to Eris about this oversight in proper entrance options... at least for him. To the tar pits with everyone and everything else, there had to be a better option for him!
Finally reclaiming his vision, a goopy Evrah scanned their new surroundings looking extra droopy with his head-wings and mane plastered to his neck. He had unstuck his other large wing from his side, but they still hung limply and dripped sludge.
Kip happily sloshed the cyrill juice around his mouth, savoring the taste of honey and the slight burn that followed when he finally gulped it down. He couldn't tell right away what type it was...which just made it all the more fun! Wondering if a god of chaos would look more favorably on slightly inebriated blobs, Kip made small talk with Ev, Kali and Star while the line moved along. Finally, he took a needlessly deep breath, closed his eyes, and leapt into the tar with his paws holding tightly to his friends.
The cyrill seemed to hit around the same time it kicked in for Evrah, causing a lazy smile to spread across the pup's face. The tar gently washed over and embraced him like water, and he allowed his body to relax and float a bit. Behind closed eyes, Kip envisioned bright pulses of rainbow-colored lights, and a far-off tune sung of a strange girl named Lucy and her sky full of diamonds. In that moment, the pup floated in a sea of color and inspiration, with the tail looped around his waist his only tether back to reality.
Almost as quickly as it had started, Kip fell from the bottom of the pit, snapping his attention back to reality. squeezed against Evrah's body, Kip lost his grip on Kali before the rest of the fools hit the tar-splattered ground.
It took Kip a moment to return to the present, the pup shaking his head in a vain to clear it of the cyrill's influence. He couldn't tell how far they had fallen or just how all of this was underneath a puddle of tar, but he did know that Evrah had helped to break his fall. With warm, somewhat sleepy smile, Kip raised his head and opened his eyes to look over at his caretaker...
Only to snort and try uselessly to stifle a laugh upon seeing the tar-shaped blob that Evrah appeared to be somewhere vaguely inside of. "Ahhahahahahah, sorry! Jeez, Ev, ya look-" The pup's laughter cut off his thought, looking somewhere else to avoid the daggers Evrah was staring straight into him. It took a minute for Kip to get it out of his system, at one point looking back towards Ev intending to speak, but bursting into laughter again when he saw the snakeblob's tar-covered visage.
"Ok...okokok. I'm good now. Don't look at me like that, man, it was funny." Kip finally composed himself and looked back up towards his poor, messy snakeblob. Running a paw over Evrah's face, the tar seemed to soften and slide off as his paw slid across it. Yume suggested a much more expedient way of cleaning the snakeblob off, and Kip grinned as he thought of an idea. "Well what do ya think of that? You can get all this gunk cleaned off ya...'n I'd love ta come help." He added the last park with another wink. Vana was right, he could be a terrible influence on Ev sometimes.
Post by SushiDragon101 on Feb 16, 2021 13:29:56 GMT -5
Altum landed with a wet splat, not so cushioned by the tar as others were. At least his descent was slowed by Hope's pull while connected. The blobling he decided to travel with was entirely caked in the stuff. Surprisingly, they looked a bit like Yume. It was a little hard to hear them through the muck, but he knew that they wanted to try the thing Yume called a shower. "Understood, I'll be nearby wiping the tar off. I don't enjoy water too much." It was easy enough. He used his wings to wipe most of it off, then carefully flapped his wings and head frill to dry himself off, not wanting to spray others.
He glanced at the other blobs' silhouettes and loud remarks towards the shower. He wondered how that would affect Sire since he was entirely tar. 'Would that mean smucks wouldn't be able to enter? Aren't they his creations?' He brought his attention to the metal box that contained his carved tree. It was nicely insulated, so all he had to do was wipe off the tar as if it was morning dew.
He decided to talk to Hope and spoke aloud. "I haven't met another blobling for a long while, had there been any big events going on? The biggest thing I remember is The Trial and the godborns going into hiding, if you know what that is."
(Sorry for not responding for a while. Texas is having lots of power outages)
Post by mrwafffles32 on Feb 16, 2021 16:11:39 GMT -5
hope trudged into one of the showers, the thicc tar quickly disintegrating off of her fur, the fizzy material perfuming the air with a rather pleasant smell and the water rhythmically pelting her now clean shoulders. she shakes of the water as she steps out grabbing the fluffy towel and patting her ears and tail dry. wrapping it around her torso and walking back over to Altum. " it sounds like the godborns are doing these tours, my friend serenity had gone ta the white city earlier, ah was gonna go but ah couldn't even get to the start. ahve been travlin around for a long while and it dont sound like many of the blobs have heard much of the godborns till now. but theres been some nerv about some rouge blob er creature doing some sort of collection or maybe it was party." Hope ran her hands up her ears as they felt weird after being covered in tar. slimy and wet, she couldn't be certain if it was from the shower or the tar but it was an odd feeling for sure, almost like old world slime trails. the feeling faded slowly as what ever liquids causing the feeling dried from her fur. " ah spend most of my numbers with lye travlin and tellin stories. or in the library reading ones others have wrote. Weve ben workin on some ridin tricks too, tho it seems that the world maight start gettin more interestin with the god borns back."
Star found herself enjoying the tar pit bath. It had been along time since she went swimming in one. She glided through the inky blackness with ease. And then all the fun ended when the popped through to the other side. Star clung to Evrah as they fell. She was hoping that Evrah would be able to fly them down but instead she met the ground with a splat with Evrah on top of her.
She wriggled and twisted until she was out from under the snakeblob. She began to ask what happened but broke out into giggles when she saw Evrah covered with the goopey tar.
"Sorry Evrah. " Star said once she got her giggles under control. "Oh what are these?" Star walked up to one of the glass doors and opened it up. "Oooo what does this do?" Water sprayed down from the shower head startling Star. She jumped back out quickly.
When the water didn't seem to be hurting her she cautiously went back in. She then took the soap and got it wet. She poked at the soap bubbles with her nose causing her to sneeze.
Cari said to use it to wash the tar off? Star quickly lathered up delighting in the crackling of the many different colors and the foam bubbles. She the stood in the stream of warm water.
Taking the black towel she used it to dry herself off. She looked down at herself. She had never felt or looked so clean!
You're stinky. You're very stinky and everyone around you knows it. Their noses crinkle in disgust, assuming they have a nose to crinkle. That said, not going to clean your bod gives you the benefit of some extra time, so you get to see some things the more fresh smelling blobs don't get to see.
For one, since you're not toddling away to the showers, you get to take a closer look at the room. First of all, it's massive; the bloblings attending the Tour don't even come close to crowding it. Secondly, there is a giant head mounted on the wall, and it very much resembles an Old World lion's head. A fluffy mane juts from the wall, encircling the triangle-shaped, feline-looking head with... an amount of eyes. Trying to focus on them to count them makes your head feel funny. You didn't see it before because you were facing in the opposite direction, but it certainly dominates the room. A piercing dangles from inside of its nose, silvery and bright.
Yume and Curi are standing by an ornate-looking door with swirls and a single red eye in the middle; it's slightly ajar, and a group of 30 or so bloblings filter out of the gap.
"The guests have arrived," they chirp in unison. "Yuuuuuuup," Yume replies shortly. "When they are finished with their showers, shall we take them to do the singychanty?" "No." "Oh. But whenever new people get here, we're supposed to--" "I said no. You're also supposed to listen to me, remeeeeember?" They begin looking back and forth between each other, meeting each other's gazes and shaking their heads in various directions. They go silent, for the most part. "You can stay or whatever, just... don't be weird about it." Curi doesn't add to the conversation, but she does lift a hand to pat the head of one of the more glum-looking peeps.
If you did decide to go shower... The experience is immaculate. It's weirdly satisfying to scrape all the goo off your bod and watch it run down the drain, swept away by the warm water to who knows where.
When you decide to leave the stall you're in, assuming you do so at all and don't just set up camp in there, you're greeted by a big ol' Old World lion head. It's grinning at you, canines bared and fierce, but after a few moments of observation... it doesn't seem to be alive. It's sticking out of the wall on the other side of the room and silky dark fur surrounds it like flower petals on a flower. It has a many glowing red eyes that cast ambient light into the room, but the actual amount of eyes is difficult to pin down. Focusing on them too long gives you what might be your first headache. If you manage to focus for long enough, you see that there's a ring-style piercing hanging from its nostrils, like one of those old door knockers.
The two paths converge when... Yume and Curi see you and beckon you over. They're flanked by a group of bloblings all wearing the same outfit; a flowing cloak with a raven-coloured, floofy lion mane at the neckline (and red eyes all over the fabric; sometimes they blink) and aggressively neon purple fishnet leggings. Some of them are wearing additional clothes beneath their cloaks, but the majority of them... are not.
"Kk, now that you're all here, Daddy asked me to offer these to you. They're the same thing the cultists are wearing, so... put them on if you wanna, or don't. It's up to you." She gestures over to a folding table that's holding stacks and stacks of what 'the cultists' seem to be wearing. The lion manes look voluminous and shiny, and the red eyes all over the fabric of the cloaks appear to be behaving themselves. "Oh, and I guess I didn't really explain what they are and what they're doing here." Yume gestures to the group of bloblings in cloaks who filtered in while most of you were showering. "These are... the cultists. They've been staying with me since the Trial, just... hanging around, being here all the time. Yup." She sounds less than enthused.
Do you take one? Do you wear it? (This is one of the Tour: Yume's exclusive items! If you're participating via a Tagalong Slot, you must earn this with the required amount of posts to be able to keep it, but you may have your blobling take it and wear it anyways. Just make sure they take it off or otherwise get rid of it by the end of the Tour.)
Item Description: This is an Outfit Wearable! Outfit Wearables are like regular Wearables, except they let you apply a certain exclusive outfit all at once without having to add each part bit-by-bit. Outfit Wearables take up only one slot in an Evolution Phase, like any other Wearable, and are extremely rare. Only certain groups and factions in the story will get to have their own Outfit Wearable.
This one is Eris' Cultist Outfit! Its black, fluffy mane is attractive, its cloak is just the right length and the fishnet leggings are eyeburningly violet. Bloblings wearing this are sure to be recognized as a follower of the Cultivator of Chaos himself! Now, these are not just meant for humanoid bloblings, no no; the mane and cloak will sit around whatever the wearer considers to be its neck, and the leggings will conform to whatever the wearer considers to be their legs, even if the leggings have to duplicate to do so! Unfortunately, regardless of what the outfit has to do to fit on a beautifully strangely shaped blob, it simply reverts to its default state when taken off again.