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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'.
01/10/23 Hey there!
It's October now!
We've updated the Art Prompts and Writing Prompts with some new stuff for October, as ever. It's spoooooOOOOoopy season now, and our prompts have been updated appropriately! Go take a look.
It's going to be a Bleeding Season this month! New droplets will be being born at the end of next month. Get thinking about what kinds of bloblings you want to stick into some bleeds, because the Season will be releasing within the first week of the month!
We have some fun things planned for this month, but we'll be sort of sprinkling them throughout. We hope you'll like them!
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.
Eela had been actively bringing fish to the Pens long before Lerinzia had even taken over for Damazi. Still, she was surprised to find the Pens quiet today. Well. Quiet, save for the sound of...squelching? Very little about the meowlers made Eela uncomfortable, but for the sound of the dozens munching away? It was just a mite overwhelming. Still, it wouldn't do to make them self-conscious (if that was even a thing that meowlers could feel, Eela still wasn't sure), so she came on in to do some work for the day.
Except Lerinzia had a proposition.
She probably should have figured that something like this would happen eventually. So many bloblings had been so kind! Even the ones who had only donated Eris Fish had helped the meowler population as a whole. Still, the idea of sitting down and eating the fish herself made Eela's blood turn. She had never eaten a living thing, to her knowledge, and certainly not whole, if she had! It would be silly to not take part, though. Eela had entered this group of volunteers as a newbie, and now she had seen so many others come and go! She had to stand up for the more experienced volunteers, and set a good example for the newer!
She had to crouch quite a bit to reach the level of the more basic bloblings, but the call was made to begin and Eela reached out to take the first fish. Slimy. Cold. Her blood roiled again and she tossed the fish back down. Okay. Not that one. How about one of the ones with the rainbow fins? She picked it up. Inspected it. Flipped a limp fin sadly. She frowned.
The winner was announced!
All eyes wide, Eela looked up toward Lerinzia in surprise. Then she began to laugh. Oh, she hadn't even gotten started! (309 words)
The Librarian/Greenie Mini Mission - May 2021 (Tarwyn)
Tarwyn wasn't sure if the Librarian remembered him or not. He'd helped her once before with her massive overstock of inappropriate literature, back when the library had still been fairly new. Now he did less tearing and rearranging and more reading. He liked the ones with the sequential pictures best! Words could get...tedious, if not exciting enough. That...probably held for most things, come to think of it.
"We require ferrowood. We have gone and acquired several stacks, but that will not be nearly enough for what we're planning - will you go get us some more?"
"What're you--" but Tarwyn quickly set his lips to a thin line. Yeah, no. It was probably best to not irritate the Librarian with questions. She seemed to be in such a good mood! Instead, he saluted the taller blobling and scampered back outside where his menagerie of pets waited. The meowlers perked their ears and looked up to him. Boris and Belinda were...probably interested. Hopefully. Gathering ferrowood for mysterious plans was going to heavily involve having an enormous baskobirden.
Tarwyn didn't have to go far to find a decent patch of ferrowood trees nearby the city. He peeled off several sheafs and then would gesture Boris down, load up his basket with the hardening plates and then go about the whole ordeal again. BB and Bunny, at first interested, had given up and gone off to chase each other between the stalks. Even Belinda took part, though her basket was quickly filled and she sank down to kneel and wait.
Many numbers later, with his baskobirdens fully loaded with the heavy ferrowood, he returned to the Library and scampered inside.
"I've got wood," he said, gesturing back toward the door, "but I'll need help getting it in. Or...out. You know. Where ever."
The Librarian and Greenie seemed to underestimate just how much ferrowood a blobling of the people could carry. At least, the Librarian's sagging shoulders and Greenie's deep frown suggested as such. Tarwyn shrank into himself just a little. Was there such a thing as...too much help? And anyway, what was Greenie so upset about? Nobody was going to expect a blobling with merely nubbins to help...unless his tail...?
The world shrieked to a halt all of a sudden as Tarwyn peered down at his own peets.
... ... how ... ?!
The existential dread was too much, and Tarwyn slid back into this temporal space.
"So. Uh. I'll go see if I can...round up some help." He gestured right with said peets and started off to find some other volunteers. (404 words)
Suki had never really been to B's city. News of that whole thing with the ferals had spread quickly, and then when bloblings started outright burying each other? Yeah, no. The only maybe-good thing that had come out of that was Sand, who she decided was a good EB buddy, and she had yet to be able to find them.
Suki was quite literally kicking sand when she came upon the city. Obviously, it had grown. The wall was a nice touch, too. Hopefully there'd be fewer bloblings trying to heave themselves over it to brutalize other bloblings in their own homes. That was decidedly Not Cool. Packed sand roads were pretty nifty, though, and Suki made a conscious decision to not kick them apart. She waved to B as she entered, somehow drawn to the yellow blobling. Maybe it was because she looked like she was in charge. It was probably the giant scarf-arms.
"Hi!" Suki chirped, "Your city's pretty neat! Very--" Uhh. She gestured in opposite arcs with her arms, fingers splayed, to buy time. "Sssssandy!" Ah, shit. Well! At least it hadn't been backhanded or an outright lie. But there seemed to be a problem here in this city. Suki put her fist to her lips and furrowed her brow (somehow), and nodded to B. "Totally!" She swung her way up onto Jiggy's back and guided him back out of the city before he decided to lick anybody's house.
The obvious choice would be Chromillia petals, but Suki wasn't cruel. She also wasn't sure she could sing or communicate well enough to make one drop a leaf. She wasn't even sure that was a thing they did while healthy. Plucking a dying Chromillia felt even worse...and less colorful, to boot.
So Poffdula it was!
From atop Jiggy, Suki had very little trouble reaching the high threads well enough to pull them up and out. She returned to the city with bright strands to braid into bright streamers for indoors and out. Sand was neat... but colors were pretty neat too! Sand the substance, of course. Sand the blobling was still elusive and mysterious, which was a whole different, frustrating sort of neat. Obviously. (367 words)
Suki had unashamedly been trying to stalk Sand since they had first appeared on Flutter and Fastagram. It didn't feel at all sketchy to her. She had liked Sand's vibe and had wanted to help introduce them to the world at large. Terrea was mostly such a cool place! So she would ask each blobling she saw (and, sometimes, an especially intelligent-looking animal, because you never knew when one was going to suddenly gain sentience) if they had seen a lump of sand with eyes. Some beings assumed that her friend might have been buried. Others believed she was crazy. Both were probably true. Either way, on this Number, she finally found Sand.
"Hey!" she called, waving both arms at the two golden eyes, "Remember me? I brought a pod!" She hefted up a purple poff pod which was clearly a bit worse for the wear due to its extended travels. Sand's interests seemed to lie elsewhere, though. The EB? They had already been all over the EB!
"Oh, like...there's Flutter!" she chimed. Why did she suddenly feel a bit sad, though. Sand probably didn't remember her, and that mattered...why? She grimaced for just a moment, but forced her smile to return as she approached the other blobling(?). "So like, Flutter is mostly for words. For thoughts. You can post about anything. There's Fastagram too, that one's for photos. Like, have you ever taken a photo? It's like. Um." Suki peered off to their left and snapped a photo of what looked like a fauna hole before tagging Sand in it. Hopefully they appreciated her first ever Fastagram post. First and only. She didn't like the way taking photos made her feel, and had only ever posted one on her Flutter. "It's just about what you like, I guess." She plopped down into the sand beside...Sand. "It's more than just posting for other people, though. Have you ever...been on a Tour?" Suki thought so hard her eye crinkled, and she put a finger to her chin. Had Sand's appearance come before or after that whole ordeal? (350 words)
Eela was never one to shirk away from helping another, and especially not Reinala. Even if the task was unnecessary and the physical reward nonexistent, Eela got her own sort of high from merely assisting. It was not Reinala specifically who sent her on this quest, but Argos, who was significantly less disturbing to her than, apparently, to other bloblings. She occasionally saw him tottering around the White City. Now, she was watching other beings literally startle or run screaming from the big white bot. Huh. Experiene really did decide all other facets of life, didn't it? She considered this odd sort of panic and sat a while beside Argos to hopefully put some minds to rest. Hopefully word would carry to those who had not attended Renala's Tour.
After some time, though, she had to strike out to actually complete the task. She had to wonder, why sandfish? They were strange little creatures. Of course, they did have rather pretty...poop? She remembered the dark purple blobling at the Snekkitti Fair and how they had used their own spherical poop ball to ostensibly view the Future. Did it have something to do with that? Or was it just decoration for Themis? Eela supposed it wasn't really her business, though she may find time to ask later.
After a little trip to he water, she returned with buckets full of sandfish. Presumably Reinala had wanted them alive, and so they were alive. She brought the creatures to the spot identified by Argos and let them free, presumably to create even more strange glistening poop shapes. They were not what Eela thought Reinala would find Orderly, or even beautiful. They didn't quite fit in here. Maybe they were going to be sent elsewhere? Or hidden? She hoped they would not be harmed. Reinala would never harm an innocent creature, would she? The Tour had not gone in a way where she might have found out. Eela's brow furrowed as she watched the 20 sandfish plop about. She hoped not. (340 words)
It was not unusual for Reinala to seek something for several Numbers, Eela had learned. She had not been able to catch quite as any sandfish as she had been collecting previously. As such, her response to Reinala's request had to be a bit more creative this Number.
Eela's height made it easier for her to wade through the water without getting her everything entirely wet and muddy. Her hooves also meant less disgusting squishing. Though they had perhaps less sensation than the rest of her, Eela was able to gently pick through fish and kelp until her hooves knocked against something hard and smooth. The mud bothered Eela much more than the idea of wading for poop, somehow, so she would reach over with her great wings for balance and pull the strange glinting shapes from the mud. She had fashioned a few baskets in her idle time and used one now to gather the poop in one place. It became much heaver than she had expected, but happily also significantly less wet. The weave of the fabrics helped the water to drain out. She was grateful for the blobling who had taught her. Cleaning it after this would be a whole different endeavor.
Once finished, Eela picked her way back toward the White City carefully. Her arms ached by the time she made it back to Argos with her basket of assorted poop and 3 sandfish. She spoke to Argos briefly, saying that she was excited to see what Reinala planned to do with the recycled waste. She received the usual Argos-like replies and made a mental note to go back to the Coasts for some more fishing soon. It seemed that it had been fish Reinala requested lately, and in a few Numbers Eela thought she might need some others again. (306 words)
Well, if Sand was asking how to use the EB, they must not know yet about its summoning capabilities.
"So, I don't know if it's just Gods and Godborns--like their, um. Their ~*~ A v A t A r S ~*~ for the common blob, or whatever," Suki continued, "but sometimes they'll send out a phrase you send back, and you're like...instantly whooshed somewhere else on Terrea. It's like... terreaportation." She paused now to break open the poff pod she had brought and hold out one half for Sand to try and taste, if they so desired. She wasn't fazed by the fact that Sand had not yet grown arm-y or hand-y appendages. They were still learning! "I guess if we could all do it, everyblobby would do it a lot more, right? I totally would have whooshed you out of here." Why had Suki never thought about that? It always seemed like someone important sent out the call. Maybe it was something specifically Godlike.
"It feels really weird to whoosh, but it's worth it. I saw some crazy stuff out there, Sand. Plus you can see places you maybe haven't been without having to walk or whatever. By the way, riding a Meowler is WAY easier than using your legs or even floating. Just so you know." She paused and took a sip of her own half of the pod. "Then there's Friendzy which is just like...chatting. Chatting with words without talking, does that make sense?" She looked down to Sand. "It's all real-time. Like when you get a Whoosh offer. You can ask a question and like fifty blobs will answer, but then obv it seems like everyone can see it. Or maybe only if they're open to it? I dunno, but you should probably be careful. A while ago, there were people everywhere like...burying people." She looked down to Sand. Her eye got wide. She frowned. Oh no. "I'll beat 'em up if anyblobby tries it on you, though." This time, anyway. (336 words)
Lerinzia Mini Mission - July 2021 It made Eela a bit sad to see Lerinzia so dejected. The fuzzy blobling's energy was often so positive! Since Damazi's return, though, everything in the Pens had felt a little 'off.' With Reese still so sick and Damazi still running back and forth...it made sense. It hurt a little, but it made sense. Of course, the only answer was to be there for support. As Lerinzia spoke, Eela put her hand on one of the nearby posts and tried to pull it back up straight into position. It settled right back into its soft lean. The post seemed to have pressed the dirt into something comfier and refused to stand back up. She looked back then to the Meowlers who...had always seemed disinterested in escaping, but there was no saying there weren't feral Meowlers wandering Terrea that they simply hadn't seen make a break for it.
"Well, there's nothing to say that the fence can't be re-set," he assured Lerinzia. They could dig different holes. "Perhaps if we set the posts with ferrowood?" She tapped an elegant finger on the post as she thought. "I'm sure we could gather together some larger bloblings, and bloblings with larger meowlers to help build it larger."
Decorating, though, that was way easier. "The fish the meowlers eat...the ones with the rainbow fins. I know there are ways to dry it out an weave it. We could make long ribbons to hang from the fence. It would be very pretty, I think. It might draw more bloblings in to take meowlers home." She smiled down to Lerinzia. "We could maybe put some fish in the watering hole? Though we would have to care for them. We could find some white stones! She peered off to the breeding tent. "Perhaps some nice pillows for the new mothers and litters? I could certainly spare a few feathers." (315 words)
Even Godborns needed a day off every once in a while. Reinala would probably have some reason why this wasn't true, something about the work never being done and not everything being orderly, but Eela knew better. Even though she may deny it, may feel so separate in her head, she was a blobling like the rest of them. And bloblings needed rest. Eela's approach was gentle.
"Are you available to spend some time with me this Number?" she asked, her hands shyly clasped before her, "I've experimented with some immersions. I think...I may have made something quite nice. A tea. But you are the only one I know who may be able to judge it properly." Indeed, Eela had been collecting different plants in her travels, different flavors and scents, and been trying to create (though not nearly for as long as her words might imply) something pleasant to drink and eat. She had never really done such a thing before Reinala's Tour. "I would like to spend some time with you, outside of your work. We could do it here, in the temple, if you would prefer?" Because, of course, Reinala seemed to always keep vigil. "Or you are welcome to come to my home. It is not quite as orderly as all this..." What natural thing could be? "...but it would only be for me and you."
"WAIT," Suki said suddenly, as if someone may have just said or done something (they hadn't). She had tried to stand with this sudden revelation, but only succeeded in half-raising her bum and digging her feet deeply into the sand, causing her to fall back again, a little harder. She was unfazed. "Why don't we get like...a bag!" Brilliant. "I mean, like. If we had a bag, I could carry you around! We could see all kinds of cool stuff!" She then imagined a rip in the bag. Her eye went wide. Was Sand...sandy? Would they pour through the bag and fall out? Would she leave a trail of Sand? Oh, gods, the horror! She could check. Could just...touch. But that would be rude, even for her.
"OR," she now amended, "OR we can make a...a..." She gestured her hands, palm-down, in a wide swinging motion, "...a thing? To lay on!" Probably Sand could float too, right? Then Suki wouldn't be leaving any parts of them behind. "Jiggy's like...he's real big and stuff, and he's really good at riding. I bet we could pull you on a Big Flat and then maybe, like, bring you to see some stuff!" Sight-seeing on a blanket was not the worst idea she had. In her defense, they were pretty limited in possibilities out in the middle of the desert. "We can take pictures, and then you can like...look back at it, right? Learn stuff."
Could Sand...float? Suki considered this all a moment, against the idea of having to drag them across the desert. Not that she wouldn't. The cyclopian blobling then gasped dramatically and threw her hands up in the air.
"There's a city!" she chimed with something like awe. "B's city. I'm sure I could find it again. Do you want to go see it? B is like--" She gestured something like a ball and then thrust it into the sky, then created from it a long rainbow that reached the ground. B's scarves, like. "She's a battler! There was this whole big--" She paused, mid-sweeping-gesture again. Okay, maybe she was getting a little ahead of herself. Her hands acme down ad her shoulders relaxed.
"You say you want to learn about the world. There's, like...a lot out there, but a good place to start is with blobling culture, right? With other blobs like us. There's houses and trees. You can stay there as long as you like, and then there's even further to go! There's a city in the mountains. There's another one in the tar! But, uh..." She looked down at Sands innocent face. "We should start with B's city! We won't have to go far!" Even if she did have to drag them somehow. (216 words)
Reinala always seemed to be working. It might be the nature of a blobling striving constantly, perhaps futilely, for absolute perfection. It might also be a desperate attempt at distracting oneself from the alienation and misunderstanding with bloblings at large. Reinala had physically and emotionally become harder, colder, and more distant from others since the end of her Tour. She could not be blamed for such things. While Eela had always supported informing the Godborn about the issues in her City, she had been thoroughly out-voted. It was a terrible shame. Reinala was still a vision. She still had such beauty in her.
It took Eela quite some time to work up the will to interrupt Reinala working, and even longer to move on from quietly watching her.
"I was wondering if we might be able to go on a walk today?" she eventually asked, "When you are done with your task. Or, just this one." Selfishly, Eela did not want to give her too easy an 'out,' not that Reinala got angry with her often. Or maybe it wasn't selfish. She didn't want Reinala wallowing. "I've explored often, but I would like some company. To hear about the City's creation? Or to discuss philosophy, or...nothing at all. Our favorite star. What do you think?" She smiled softly, and shyly bowed her head. Her fingers weaved together. "Are you willing to indulge me?" (242 words)
When Reinala spoke, Eela's gaze snapped to her with total attention. The godborn's voice was musical. At least Eela thought so. She was never startled by the sounds that arose in the sometimes-silence of Reinala's white city. It was true; the other temples often seemed more populated. Of course, she had seen what was going on in the arena. She had heard so much about Yuki's somewhat deranged Tour. Being loyal to a God didn't mean forsaking all else. To Eela, the answer seemed simple. Bloblings preferred Life and Chaos because they were more...fun.
Obviously, she wasn't about to say that to Reinala.
Eela's brow tucked in to her common expression of thought. Order had its own appeal; it was serene and free. Peaceful. Predictable. Eela had never felt so safe as she did in the white city. Reinala worked so hard, though...to see some sort of sanctioned event? Not a Tour, not at all, but any sort of gathering. Eela would never say Order wasn't 'fun,' wasn't fulfilling, but it was perhaps not the most appealing from the outside. To sway a neutral blob...
"Perhaps...some sort of event?" she asked, choosing her words as carefully as she ever did, "I would be honored to help plan it, if you should choose to move forward with the idea. I do think you should be present for it, as well, if even at a distance." Eela tapped a graceful finger against her own leg. "I have traveled quite a while, quite a ways. I could perhaps offer some details of the other gatherings I have seen? Order needn't be silent. We could create something beautiful." The white city, after all, was beautiful. Reinala was beautiful. She was sharper now, had grown more angles, perhaps become a bit further away at the depths of her eyes, but Gods, she was still beautiful. Eela knew now that the worry she sometimes felt when offering thoughts to Reinala was personal, not based in rank. It frightened her to think that Reinala would truly loathe any of her ideas, maybe scold her, even in private. Of course, that had yet to happen. Order was not usually so wrathful. That was one of the things she liked best.
Eela couldn't be entirely sure what she was hearing. Something like...singing? But certainly not singing; not like a blobling, for sure, and not entirely like a chromillia (though that was closer). When the pleasantness brought her to the walls of the arena, she stopped.
She didn't like this place.
Eela had first visited the arena near its inception alongside Fuwa. There was violence here, and a sort of anger and mob mentality that a more delicate blob could easily be upset by. This sound, though...it didn't seem so unpleasant. There were shouting voices, but they were somehow different. The lilac blobling's face twisted in near-painful indecision before she rushed the proverbial gates. It stood to reason that if she moved fast and just took a peek, very little damage could be done.
Oh, but what she saw was no battle.
Bloblings of many sizes and shapes, with many different postures and limbs, sat around the arena, plucking and drumming and blowing and clapping. Eela laughed with surprised delight. How wonderful! She took a seat nearby a blobling that blew into a long ferrowood reed. The two made eye contact briefly and Eela laughed again. She watched the musical blobling's many fingers dance over the holes that had been made in the tube. She found herself tapping her hooves and patting her hands against the fabric that fell over her knees. All of these small sounds were swallowed up in the overall noise, and the sweet trill of the ferrowood reed danced up and across and along the great expanse of air, and down toward the...dancers. Oh, Gods, dancing!
Eela had once, many Numbers ago, been so inspired to move by the inside of Themis' temple. That was what this sound was; like joy. Like inspiration. She unconsciously made tight fists with her hands as her wills struggled. To stay back, stay away, just keep a close eye...or to go and join the fun? After all, joining in another Godborn's ruckus did not negate one's true following. In fact one might call it appropriate. Open-minded.
The speed Eela had forced in fear now came naturally as she galloped down the steps, the folds of her dress in her hands, to join the merry-making down below. She laughed and twirled, her dress swirling out around her, taking hands and accepting guidance with all of these wild strangers. The mob mentality was here as well. Each blobling was part of a larger whole. This mob, however, had Eela feeling appropriately anonymous and comfortably seen. Her gems and scales glittered in the starlight as she laughed and turned her hooves in the dirt.