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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.
He rested at the tunnel entrance to 'the Hurt' arena after his first tussle with several Braves. It couldn't even be called a tussle. It was a massacare. He thought he would practice his 'fighting' style. But no, the Braves of varying forms and sizes began tearing at each other, ripping sacs, pulling limbs roughly off. Stabs and bashes and unmoving bodies. Mixed in were their emotions of excitement, pleasure, fear, disgust, and anger. And amidst it all was Jupiter. There was chaos everywhere as he got caught up in it. No time for thought or strategy as he also had to defend himself with his hands and sharp bits. It was all such a jumble that he lost himself in the memories of his mind. Rip and shred and pierce. The battle kept going until there was one left.
Of course, he wasn't the one. After losing himself he kept moving until he physically couldn't no more. He laid in the bloody pool of many with his limbs either gone or hanging on by a thread. Eventually he brought himself back in control of what was left of him. What met him was great pain. The room was strangely quieter than he thought, with only the groans and cries of the newer Braves suddenly tossed into the fray like him. He joined the cacophony with his own hoarse moans. He noticed that his throat was cut and it made sound hard to come out.
The mix of pain, disgust of the battle, and the disgust of himself for losing his self control made Jupiter rotate his head to the side and heave up a clot of his green blood. He was disappointed with himself mostly. That was the only way to deal with his emotions. He wouldn't dare take it out on others as they were victims too. Not that he could at the moment anyways.
Post by SushiDragon101 on Aug 29, 2023 20:13:11 GMT -5
Sitting around the Brave's base waving his feet back and forth on a small ledge, Jupiter decided to survey the surroundings. There were scouting groups of Braves to protect the hideout of course, but as a newer member, he'd assume he wouldn't be apart of it. For now maybe.
He slid off the small ledge he sat upon and sauntered around what could be called the borders of the base. It was all much of the same. Sand. Occasional fauna and flora that he saw throughout the rest of the sands.
However, he spotted a group of bloblings crowding around an area, gathering others to do the same out of curiosity. Jupiter was also overcome with intrigue as he wanted to know what was going on. With his relative height advantage compared to other bloblings, he was able to see above the crowd somewhat easily. What laid barren upon the sand was some Cyrill vines. The blue orbs glistened as some of the blobs reached towards it in caution. He heard from others that the orbs were hard to tell apart, and yet he still wanted to try one. He and the crowd realized that there wouldn't be enough for everyone, and so a mad scramble ensued.
With Jupiter's apposable thumbs, he was just able to reach in the mound of blobs, grab a single Cyrill orb, and dash away. He had to shake off some desperate pursuers before he was able to be in the peace and quiet of his own room.
The whole place was empty with nothing he owned as of yet. He sat cross legged staring at the slightly punctured sphere. The liquid inside slowly oozed out onto his fingers. Opening his mouth, he stuck the whole fruit inside, then sucked the remaining mess off his hand.
It was a sweet honey flavor with a little burn. It was pretty nice tasting to him, and just as he thought he found the best substitute to completely avoid blob blood, it hit him.
He immediately started feeling fuzzy and his vision blurred. The memories inside him burst forth lamenting about all their pain and regrets. Jupiter fell forward and forced himself into a fetal position, absolutely refusing to move an inch more. His body twitched as his the memories' raging emotions overwhelmed him and combined with his own.
It was as if he was back to the birth of himself again. Jupiter was terrified as he remembered what he first did.
It was quite a number before it died down. His green blood-tears were dry upon his face as he stayed cramped in a fetal position the whole time. He slowly stretched and rolled onto his back as he reached with all his limbs. He didn't know what the other types of Cyrill orbs did or tasted like, but now he didn't want to find out. He closed his eyes trying to meditate and balance out his emotions.
He laid still amongst the ground in the arena, tears down his face. He was still in pieces. At this point, his neck was mostly intact, however, the rest of him would be described as shredded. Not caring about the pain, he drug his torso up to a sitting position. His blood sack began to spew more blood as gravity tore at the goo. He wanted out. He stumbled the best he could over other blobs' bodies and pieces. Jupiter left a slime-like trail of his green blood across the others.
Some flinched in contact, while others even tried to bite at him. He continued onward ignoring everything but the desire to leave. The memories that usually muddle his brain were mostly quiet, likely satiated with the carnage that happened before. Reaching towards the entrance, he found something familiar, his leg. Not knowing whether it would work or not, Jupiter still attempted to grab his leg with his top nubs like chopsticks. It started to turn to dust under his nubs. The only good part came when he saw his limbs growing at a fast visible pace.
With at least one leg somewhat functional, he tried to stand. The now dried and closed nubs that were his arms were propped against the walls to help him balance. Finally standing, he staggered a couple of hops before falling back towards the ground. He wasn't used to the new sense of balance that came from a lack of his tails. He stood up once again, but this time on what he could call his knees, or what would be left of them. The shameful sight was ignored by all, including himself as he stumbled his way through the corridor and towards the outside of the Brave's hideout. Every time he tripped forward, he'd use his growing arm stump to push back up, basically making himself almost run on all fours.
Jupiter dragged himself to the outskirts of the base of the Braves. He laid there for a considerable amount of time, basking himself in the warm sand and the silence that came with it. The talk and bustle of blobs were distant behind him as he allowed himself to rest to heal what he could.
...After some time he woke up to find that he fell unconscious accidentally. He looked at himself to see that all of his limbs were intact and functioning.
It was almost as if everything that transpired was a dream. Suddenly, he pushed himself up onto his feet and burst off in one direction at random. Tripping every so often due to pushing himself harder than ever before, he still managed to go a good distance. Jupiter ran faster than he ever could before just by sheer effort and desperation to take a break from the place.
After a while, he took a break and sat down in a crisscrossed position. He habitually reached up to touch the front part of his hair between his fingers and rubbed it. He then slouched over as he stared down with his arms in his lap. He spent the next several numbers watching the sand shift beneath him to distract himself.
Post by SushiDragon101 on Aug 30, 2023 11:32:40 GMT -5
It has been some time since Jupiter's wounds have fully healed, and yet he was still staring in his lap. It was as if he tried to separate his mind from his body to cope with the stress. Due to this slip up, his birth memories shared from the blood of battle started to slide in control, causing him to wobble up onto his two legs. His now healed arms laid limply to his sides as he shambled toward a nearby oasis in the sands. Reaching the pool of water, he stood waving in front of the reflecting liquid. His reflection stared blank eyed back at him, which caused Jupiter to snap back into reality as his eyes regained focus.
His body was very colorful. Not his own constantly flowing patterns on his body, but physically clothed in the dried blood of bloblings. He turned to look at his regrown hands to spot that they were spotless. Only his torso and head were painted wildly. He didn't know what brought him here to the oasis, but it seemed his memories sure did. They chatted wildly in his head telling him of swimming, cleaning, water creatures and plants. It was a lot to take in and it gave him a slight headache, so he pushed them out. He crouched down and looked back down into his reflection, grabbed at the strand of feathery hair in front of his eyes, and rubbed it between his fingers.
"...Dirty, aren't I?" He meant it both physically and psychologically. Reaching both hands into the water, he scooped it up as his reflection became wobbly due to the disturbance. At least a little bit of the memories served him well as he used the water to wash the blood off, turning the water into oily iridescence.
Post by SushiDragon101 on Aug 30, 2023 12:27:45 GMT -5
It took a little bit of rubbing, but eventually he became sparkling clean. Still crouching, as he washed the last bit of blood from his face, it accidentally went into his mouth. He quickly spat it out before pausing.
It was...odd. It was a new sense as he never tried anything before. It was a mix of spicy, sweet, sour, salty, umami, and all sorts of flavors from blobs. 'Blobs have... a taste? It isn't just...there?' He looked at the back of his hand. "..."
He had a growing burning curiosity. It had to be known. His lack of concentration brought the memories an opportunity to talk. They weren't too knowledgeable about this topic surprisingly. Jupiter thought they had an opinion on everything. One or two thoughts could only mention that they had their own taste, but not that they could remember any of it. They were egging him on though.
Jupiter hesitantly stuck his finger into his mouth, letting his acidic blood sack inside dissolve the finger. It was first faintly sweet, but then his eyes squinted hard as the sour taste of himself filled his mouth. It was strong and vastly different from the watered-down concoction that he washed off his face.
He then suddenly felt deep dread as he actually enjoyed it. Taking his finger out, he stared at it as it returned to normal relatively fast. Jupiter lingered in his emotions, having an eternal battle whether to shut the whole idea down or to investigate. 'I wonder if...'
Slapping both his cheeks with his hands, he shook his head to knock the idea out. But it stuck there. He had to find out. And there was a great opportunity back at the Braves' arena...
Somehow compelled to do so, with fists at his sides, he resolutely stood up and began striding back to the hideout. After a bit of time, he arrived. The place bustled as normal as Jupiter went inside. Returning back to the mouth of the passageway, he slowed down to slow steps. He held his hand up to the wall as he peered in. Like always, the arena was never cleaned, however, all the blobs were gone. No parts, no beings, just the leftover blood that marked that the events did happen. Of course, the scars of a fresh battle could be seen.
Looking to the wall where he placed his hand, it was also covered in new blood. Removing it left blood on his hand, causing Jupiter to steel himself to turn his hand to see the faint residue. It glistened blue and purple. 'Rainbowborn. Or maybe two blobs.'
Not that the type of blob made a difference. Or did it...? Jupiter was once again lost in thought staring at his dripping hand. Cautiously, he placed the palm of his hand to his mouth. It was strongly umami in nature, and it was yet another new taste. Feelings of fear and enjoyment were mixed and hit him in realization. He staggered to his knees as he put his hands to his head, coincidentally dirtying it with the fresh blood. He liked the blood of others. Why.
Post by SushiDragon101 on Aug 31, 2023 14:03:29 GMT -5
Amongst the many 'hurt' trainings Jupiter has done, he eventually got used to it. Sort of. At least the one on ones have gotten more tolerable. He could then choose a partner and choose when to end it if he chose a reasonable blob. Luckily there were a decent amount that weren't...emotionless or insane.
During one of these so-called battles, when he first started out in the Braves' hideout, he had a difficult time. Jupiter was up against a veteran of the arena, but it at least looked like he had reasoning. Hopefully. The blob was tall, around the same size as him but on four legs. They also had a large maw of teeth. He hasn't seen very many fauna, so he doesn't know what to compare them to.
Jupiter held up his hands in front of his face in a shield-like position as he tensed his whole body and curled his hard tails around his side to the front of his legs.
It was all for nought as the teeth from the veteran blob sank into his arms and pulled them down to reveal his head face-to-face with large claws, each the size of his eye, hurdling towards him. 'Oh no.'