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 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.
It was so dark and lonely in here. He had lost count on how long he had been in this buried box of concrete. His master had not lost any time in tossing him in when they had gotten back. He had fought like a mad to not go back in. He still had nightmares from the first time he was tossed in here.
He now wondered just how long it's been. How much longer.
A sliver of light was his only warning before the lid was pulled open and his master's sneering face peered down at him. The bright light behind him making Rhys eye sight blur so that he did not see his Master's third arm reach in and drag him out.
"So. You thought you had enough time to dillydally. Well we shall fix that. Since you had sooo much time on your hands I figured you could do a task for me." Matlock's smeer turned even more evil looking.
He then proceeded to drag Rhys to an open field where a rather large pile of rocks stood at one end.
"Now I want you to move that pile of rocks from that end of the field to the other end. And if you don't well.... I can always stick you back in the box. Do you understand!" Matlock asked.
"Good!" Matlock dropped Rhys suddenly and Rhys had to use his bone wings to keep himself from falling on his backside.
Rhys walked over to the pile and picked up one of the larger rocks and proceeded to move it to the area where Matlock had pointed.
It took Rhys many numbers to move every single rock. But finally he was done. He stood next to the pile his arms and back hurt and his legs were having a hard time holding him up.
"Ah. Good. But you know, I think I changed my mind. I liked the pile where it was." Matlock sneered down from his where he had perched himself to watch his minion work.
Rhys opened his mouth to speak then thought better and grudging picked up rock and slowly started walking to the other side of the field.
Rhys nerves were a wreck. He had just been given a message that his master, Matlock had summoned him to the throne room. He had not been here since the day Matlock had first claimed him as his minion. He had been to bewildered and frightened to take notice of the great hall. Matlock had brought him before the all the blobs that Matlock had in slaved and declared that he was second in charge.
Rhys found that this time, there was one difference. There was no one else in the throne room. It was just Matlock and him. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not.
He approached the giant black Throne and the blob who sat in it.
"Ah there you are. " Sneered Matlock. He seemed to take delight in how nervous he was making Rhys.
By the time Master Matlock decided that he liked the placement of the rock pile, Rhys could barely hold himself up right In fact it was all he could do to crawl along the ground. His legs and arms felt like jelly. He moved slowly toward a bleeding heart tree that stood alone at the edge of the field. It seemed to take forever but he was finally able to rest his back against the tree. He could feel himself relaxing and it felt so good after all that work he did. He tried to keep his eyes open. He wasn't sure what his master would do if he found him sleeping. Would he place him back in the box? But the longer Rhys sat there the harder it was for him to stay awake. He nodded off a couple times but he always caught himself. But soon he could no longer stop the inevitable and he fell asleep.
As Rhys walked along the bottom of the cavern floor, he kept cautiously looking around. He could not shake the feeling of being watched.
His master had sent him to capture a blob that lived in the desolate place full of shadows and one lone ever-cool pool that lay in front of the rather large cave entrance.
All Matlock had told him about it was that it was dark in color and to watch out for the legs.
He was rounding an outcropping when something dark and thin reached out and hit him. It sent him flying through the air and he landed badly on his back. Pain radiating from the torn membrane in his right wing.
He had time for a quick glance at what had attacked him. It was a pure black blob. Black scales covered it from head to toe.... Oh that's why Matlock told him to watch out for the legs. This blob seemed to have hundreds of legs along its snake like body. It had two sets of much larger legs in the front, right before the body connected to the head on a short neck. And the eyes glittered with pure hatred and hunger. And it was coming right at him.
Rhys soon found himself scrabbling backward. But the blob moved to fast and Rhys found himself rolling one direction and then the other. Dodging the main legs. If he didn't get away soon he could very well be the one getting popped.