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.
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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!
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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!
It's September now!
We've updated the Art Prompts and Writing Prompts with some new stuff for September, as ever. I can't believe we're getting so close to the end of the year. o-o
It's going to be an Evolution Phase this month! Get prepared for the blobbles of the site to grow up into a new appearance that's all their own. We look forward to seeing what you come up with for your little dudes! The new mods will be opening up art slots to complete your blobs' new artwork. aaaaaa exciting~
The mods will be putting out their reserve slots, some for the very first time! Stay tuned!
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.
Battle was a give-and-take sort of procedure. If you threw a punch, you expected a strike back. This could only be considered a battle in the very most basic of terms. Ishka saw the creature coming, saw its wide and terrible eye focused on her, and could do nothing but brace for impact. The creature was larger than she had imagined, and filled her with ore dread than the giant popple that had threatened the Snekkitti Fair. It moved through the air hauntingly, its transparent rainbow fins flowing in a way that probably should have been beautiful, but which only made Ishka want to shrink away. The blobling kept her eyes open through sheer force of will, and tried to imagine strength and rigidity. Yes, her blood going solid! Her squishy form becoming unpoppable!
Shamefully, the threat of the creature so close it nearly touched her made Ishka flinch and close her eyes. Maybe it was for the best? A blobling could, presumably, be popped from the eyes. Ishka wondered if fleeing would have been a better idea, if cowardly.
...but nothing happened.
Ishka opened her eyes and turned a slow circle. The aurollia was just...gone.
Ishka was not yet very big, and not yet especially strong. She felt in her blood that she was meant to be there, though. She couldn't put an explanation to it, but my, her body called for power.
Power was nigh useless without speed.
Without any sort of device to measure fractions of Numbers or objective distance, Ishka could only count. She had spent time with a chromillia to enjoy its song. It was merely work toward her goal, and pleasant, private work. Now it offered a rhythm by which to test her speed. Ishka's mighty paws clawed the sand to the rhythm of 1, 2, 3-4-5, 6, 7, 8-9-10. Did the chromillia know how helpful it was being? She wasn't sure. Progress was not immediate, but it was steady. Ishka reached the Strange Rock on 6, and back to the chromillia at 13 for her first lap. By the fourth lap, she was able to make it to the rock and back by 11. This was only the beginning!
There was no time for rest while training! The fact that Ishka appeared to be boredly laying around was of no consequence! She was definitely training!
What appeared to the average blobling to be a very colorful, white-striped being tossing pebbles against a poffdula tree was, in fact, intense training in... accuracy? Yes! Accuracy! Ishka lay on her back, picking up small stones and pinging them upside-down at the stem of a poffdula. She would try to hit red, then blue, then blinding yellow. Frankly, she wasn't very good. Maybe it was due to the world being upside-down, or maybe it was because she had never considered pinging pebbles at inanimate objects before. Either way, this little activity seemed to have the blobling's full focus. Tedium was no cure for boredom, surely! If Ishka was bored, she would be fishing or walking the streets of the City, not flinging stones.
Ishka had not been around so long to have known Terrea before communities began to spring up. Her 'birth' had followed the growth of even Onyxia. Through time time, though, these communities had developed in leaps and bounds. B's city, for example, had never been so grand as it was now, or as it would be. Maintenance was always needed, though, and repairs needed to be made in any dwelling. Ishka was currently one of a group of bloblings moving ferrowood from the origin of its harvest to a barrier which needed further fortification. Ishka was confident that she could be of use. After all, she had jus grown a body! And legs!
Though the leaves of the ferrowood plant were thin enough, carting the stuff a long distance did really remind a blobling why it was such a strong building material. It was so heavy when there was a lot of it. It was not this trip that was so harrowing, though, but instead the second leg, after the ferrowood had been formed. Skilled bloblings set about rolling the sheets into rods, into compressed bars, with the help of various vulkiln. Ishka chose a bundle of poles to heft, pushed her back up into them and-- nope. No, that wasn't going anywhere. Ishka grew frustrated as she continued to press legs and back. No? Perhaps if she tried to lift from the front? The brightly-colored blob felt that everyblobby was watching (whether they were or not) as she strained. In the end, she had to set the bundle down and reevaluate. She needed to train more. She needed to be stronger.
The embarrassment of being unable to heft the amount of ferrowood she thought she should (an expectation kept by only herself) in front of so many others (who had either noticed without judgment, or been too busy with their own work to even see her) had so gripped Ishka that she had nearly immediately set to training when the work day was finished. Luckily, B's city was a very decent place to do such a thing, with so many experienced warriors gracing the land now. A blobling did not need a gym (a word that felt real but unfamiliar) to strengthen themselves.
Ferrowood was, of course, the heaviest option for plan material to heft. Ishka lacked the skill to properly mold, break, or compound it without potentially damaging a precious resource. But there were always baskets, and always poff pods. The pods were full of fluid, and thus heavy, and a blobling could simply add another and another to compound the weight.
It would have been an easier task to take on with others; someblobby to toss pods into the basket without having to put the whole thing down again. Ishka's embarrassment was simply too great. One day, when her strength matched the feeling in her blood, she would gladly join the others in exercise. Today, she wanted to be alone.
So Ishka hid.
She put separate pods into small sling nets to lift in either paw. To add more weight, she simply put them down and tumbled in another pod. The basket was hefted to her shoulders, and she lifted it with the full strength of her back and legs, as she had tried and failed with the earlier ferrowood. With each repetition she was forced to stop the basket, to re-load it, and to heft it again. Though it felt tedious, it also felt productive. There being no night and no sleep to meet, Ishak found herself totally at a loss of Numbers in order to slake off the sour embarrassment, and also to train herself to never let it happen again.
Some Numbers ago, Ishka had been a very round, but not especially quick blobling. Her size sometimes felt like a hindrance when trying to quickly move from one place to another, or to move out of the way of some oncoming danger. After a particular scare involving an extremely large Meowler topped by a laughing-shrieking cyclopian blobling, Ishka had decided to work on this weakness.
Though she felt heavy, though her arms and paws could and were getting in the way, she pitched herself forward, her long hair lashing the ground. She was stunned for a moment, dizzy, but grimaced with resolve and threw herself the other way, now bouncing off of her own 'shoulder.' Each angle was attempted, each roll gaining velocity and ferocity as the blobling tried to strafe and fling. At the end of it all, she did feel a little faster. At the very least, she felt as if she would be able to get out of the way and avoid being popped under the paws of that massive Meowler, were it to show up again.
Ishka hadn't eaten much, but a particular urge to try something new struck her one Number. While the whole of Terrea seemed to know how and where to fish, and then how to use their quarry, Ishka had never taken the time to actually try it herself. It would require asking for help, which she hoped wouldn't be all too embarrassing. How could one learn without seeking answers, anyway? So Ishka made her way to the Coasts on this particular Number, and she diligently fished.
She chose a blobling who seemed especially at-home on the beach to question about the edibility of certain fish. Their response was pleasant and direct; that one was tender, this one was almost bitter, and that one tasted like straight-up mud. Ishka thanked the blobling, who tilted their hat in goodwill and turned back to the lake as Ishka left.
It seemed somehow 'wrong' to eat the flesh of a creature so obviously modeled after a deity, but the deity had put it there, hadn't they? Ishka hoped so. She didn't want to draw any ire for a mistake she didn't know she was making.
Ishka had come from Onyxia with a plan. She had taken a plate from a ferrowood tree and a stalk of the oluve oil plants that grew around the city. She extinguished her Ichorfish and removed their scales. The flesh of one marinated in an orange-brown, spicy-sweet liquid. The other bathed in a lavender concoction. They cooked atop the ferrowood plate, set on rocks and over a small fire. The spicy one was her favorite, in the end, but the purple-white filled her with a sort of warm, comfortable feeling she could not put a name to. Either way, the blobling finished her task with a rare smile on her face.
There were no plans this Number. Ishka did not feel the need to strengthen herself. Today, she was simply comfortable in her body. She wandered the outskirts of Snekkiti City, where its lush fauna met the rest of the world. Charonia had seemed perhaps a little bored and trotted off ahead, which was no worry to Ishka. The meowler was smart, and would return before long with her curiosity satisfied.
The pat-pat-crunch of the meowler's paws retreating was followed by an odd silence. Had the creature found something that interested her? Perhaps.
What followed was a terrified meowler sprinting out of the greenery and, strangely, a big brown claw.
Charonia first reared up and ran past her blobling, but realized her mistake and came back to gather Ishka up. The blobling tried to mount her steed with her eyes still on the enormous creature. She failed. It was like nothing she had ever seen, and it seemed...angry? What had occurred in the Numbers between Charonia's leaving and returning was well beyond Ishka, but it must not have been nice. The brown creature moved slowly, but its leg was already half-swept and coming down now. A great claw slashed down Ishka's side, welling up blood as the creature began to take another great swipe. She stumbled and climbed atop her steed then, and the pair rocketed away from the lush greenery.
Slowed by an unusual pain, Ishka was first afraid to look back. When she finally did, the creature seemed less angry. It seemed to simply be...walking. Blindly. Still, there was fear in her heart. They had better not stop, just in case.