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.
Born to a minor upper class family Everett had a promising start. As the the youngest of five siblings he shouldn't have wanted for anything. His parents doted on him. His siblings were affectionate. Misfortune however followed him everywhere.
It started with his eldest sister falling in battle in the midst of war with another country. She was followed shortly by her younger brother- the oldest of the three boys- who blamed himself. He believed it was his responsibility, that he should have gone in her place. He however was of frailer constitution. Unable to handle his self imposed guilt, he succumbed to his own depression.
Tensions rose between Everett's parents as they struggled with the loss of two of their children. Their relationship suffered as blame was placed where it didn't belong. Everett's mother grew weak with grief. His father sought relief at the bottom of many bottles. Leaving for longer and longer until he just didn't return.
Everett's remaining sister took on all of the responsibility she could. Trying to care for her mother and remaining younger brothers, she worked herself ragged. Giving Everett's remaining brother responsibility over Everett himself. They were all too young for this however. His brother needed the same comfort and support Everett needed. He grew to resent Everett and the constant reminder that Everett was the youngest. It was Everett who needed protected. It was Everett who needed cared for. As soon as his brother was able, he left. But not before accusing Everett of being responsible for everything that had happened to their family. In spite of the absurdity of the claim, the boy took it to heart and left before whatever curse he now believed he held could further harm his mother or sister.
He spent years going through the motions. Making enough to get by. Refusing to make friends in case they befell the same fate. Or worse, abandon him like his father or brother did.
That was when Kiparian found him. A leader of a mercenary group who had fought along with Everett's oldest sister. She had spoken often of her sweet little brother. A small boy who had been completely inconsolable over her leaving to protect their country. While the clearly depressed young man hardly resembled the spirited child the woman had described, Kiparian recognized the name and considered taking him in as repayment for an old debt.
Everett, for his part, was brilliant if unmotivated in his depression. Disconnected from others there wasn't much that he lived for. Kiparian helped change that. As much as Everett stubbornly resisted his friendship, the mercenary leader stubbornly insisted- on many things. On eating proper meals. On knowing how to defend ones self- even if he was only doing paper work. On taking breaks.
Everett hated how much he appreciated it and how much he came to care for the whole team. He worked tirelessly to make sure they wouldn't share his family's fate and suffer because of his curse. Unfortunately, it wasn't to be. He trusted a source he shouldn't have. This source fed him information that led Kiparian into a trap and his death.
Everett was done.
Taking control of what was left of their group and all the connections he had Everett swore to make sure everyone involved in this ploy against Kiparian suffered and died. And he saw it through. He had earned the reputation of a monster in that time. It was inevitable that someone would hunt him down. He hadn't expected it to be his brother. Yet there they were. His last act of spite before allowing his brother to kill him and play the hero was to make his brother believe everything had been his fault.
She was the only daughter of a florist who lived in the middle of nowhere. She learned to sew and knit and care for plants. She was quite sheltered for the entirety of her childhood and it would have likely remained that way if her quaint woodland cottage hadn't been burnt to the ground one day.
With her mother missing and her home gone she set off in search of her mother only to find that many of the things she had thought were normal... were not. Some of these things were as follows:
Most people did not live in the wilderness. Most people did not have two mothers. Most people did not know magic. Most people were really... a bit stupid. And most mysteriously, some people made stupid... charming. And those stupidly charming individuals wouldn't seem to leave her alone.
In her search for her mother, Evanthe did find her other mother, who was often away on long trips for supplies. After she joined Evanthe and her ragtag group in their search the young woman had a few more unfortunate things to add to her list of things that weren't normal. Such as:
Most people didn't find out that their parents were using love as a means to break them. Most people didn't find out that their mothers were crazy cultists trying to fulfill an end times prophesy. Most people didn't find out that they were supposed to be the bad guy in said prophesy. Most people didn't have to choose between watching their mother kill their new friends and killing their mother.
And kill her she did. Which was only made more bitter when the friend she saved was convinced of Evanthe's vile nature, that the prophesy about her was true, because of that act. Her friend abandoned her. Then others, sure in their conviction that they were going to save the world, hunted her. Hurt her. Took from her. And what was she to do but become the destruction they sought? What they hadn't accounted for was that she excelled in everything she chose to do. It wasn't even the magic that they were so sure marked her as the villain that did them in. No. It was when they took her last friend from her. Convinced him as well that she was indeed a monster.
And so she was their undoing, just as was foretold. -----------
Evrah carries the betrayal and pain of these lives with him still. The names he bore in particular bring the pain to the surface as raw and intense as ever, in spite of the context for the pain being long gone. Even as he currently stands- secure, content, loved- the fear lingers faintly that it's only a matter of time. He'll be abandoned or those he cares for will be taken from him.
It was risky. He knew it was. However, Rekker was more than certain there was never going to be a ‘right time’ for this conversation. He at least had Evrah alone and in a good mood. It would have to do.
“You don’t need him.” Rekker stated hesitantly after gathering his courage. He wasn’t really sure what to expect in return. He was under no delusions that this would be an easy conversation. Evrah didn’t often go back on his choices and Kip was a choice the black blob was clearly attached to.
Rekker eyed Evrah’s form, waiting, looking for a clue of what the other blob might be thinking. Nothing. No change. Evrah just continued to lounge and bask in the starlight as if he had heard nothing. Looking completely and absolutely relaxed.
The silence dragged on and Rekker began to doubt that he had actually said anything out loud in the first place. After all, he expected at least some kind of reaction. He tried again, “You don’t nee-”
“I heard you.” The words were neutral and even. He waited and another silence took hold. Frustration gripped his core as he expected the black blob who spawned him to elaborate, respond further, literally anything. His mind did laps as he tried to figure out if there was an implied hidden meaning he was missing. Surely there had to be an underlying message. If Evrah had heard, then what was his opinion?
Rekker’s brow furrowed, head tilted; even at the new angle there was still saw no change in Evrah’s bearing. Annoyance won out and he broke the silence again. “Can’t you see? You had an ambition and he’s keeping you from it. This can’t be what you wanted. Running some charity for petty issues? A small apartment at the top of a tower? He’s holding you back. You could do so much more if you weren’t catering to his vapid desires and playing nice. He has no ambition to be or do more. There are others who can fight. You don’t need him for that. You should get rid of-”Rekker’s mouth shut with a click.
Evrah’s eyes were on him now. Sharp slits for pupils bore into him as the black blob stood. Slowly. Leisurely. Eyes locked on Rekker’s the entire time. The sense of danger rose as Evrah stepped toe to toe with him. Loomed over him. Rekker shrank back on himself as Evrah’s next words rumbled like a precursor to a storm, “You may continue.”
Shifting from paw to paw Rekker found it suddenly much more challenging to use his voice. Perhaps… he shouldn’t… his eyes darted to Evrah’s, then to the ground, then back again. He swallowed and raised his head with what meager courage he could muster. A show of confidence he didn’t entirely feel.
“You should get rid of Kip. He is replaceable and it’s in your best interest to do so.”
Rekker flinched as Evrah bared his teeth. He almost expected to find Evrah’s teeth in his throat. He knew Evrah wouldn't though. The other blob was above that sort of behavior in general and Rekker was of Evrah’s blood. Evrah took care of his own. It was why his fellow droplets got away with being so useless. It was why Kip held so much unwarranted sway over Evrah’s choices. He was safe. He was sure of it.
"Down." The command was low and threatening and cut through the air. Rekker's belly met the ground roughly in his rush to obey.
His haste seemed to please Evrah at least. The rage in his eyes simmered, cooled and his glare lost a bit of its edge. This was it though. This was what Rekker knew Evrah could be. Commanding. Intimidating. Powerful… if only Kip wasn’t in the picture. Evrah relied on Kip too much, favored Kip’s whims, and went out of his way to please Kip. Really, if anything, it should be the other way around! But Kip was clearly unfit to serve his lord since Kip couldn’t respect this force that Evrah could and should be. Rekker could. He was fairly sure Evrah once knew this of himself. If only he’d listen to him and…
“Allow me”, Evrah spoke with strict undoubtable authority as he circled Rekker, “to be perfectly clear. I am exactly where I wish to be. Things are exactly as I desire them at this current moment. Any threats to that will not be tolerated. From anyone. Not even-”
Rekker watched with rapt attention. Taking in this moment. Tilting his head slightly as he tried to keep Evrah in view while maintaining his submission. Perhaps, if this was the result, he should push Evrah more? At least, that’s what he thought until Evrah stopped mid step. That was when Rekker realized his own tail was thumping the ground behind him. His excitement, it seemed, had ruined the moment for Evrah. The larger blob, who had been looking at him like he might tear into Rekker if need be, now appeared put off at Rekker’s apparent enjoyment of this exchange.
The black and green blob did his best to correct himself. Quickly curling his tail under like he was properly intimidated. Eyes widened as if begging forgiveness. Mouth turned down. He looked properly abashed for the crime he was being scolded for.
However, watching the shift in real time seemed to displease Evrah even more.
The black blob’s face scrunched up and he took a step back. “Not even you.” Evrah finished though his voice had lost it’s threatening edge in the pause. It looked for a moment that he might say more. Instead Evrah turned sharply away from him. Wings swished with a dramatic flourish. He looked back at Rekker, glaring down his muzzle and simply left him with the words, “Do not test me.”
Vi: Build a home, live a quiet life, enjoy time with their pets- they are a simple creature Violet: Taste everything, TASTE ALL THE GODS :<, eat stuff- arguably also a simple creature Evrah: Safety and comfort for him and his, success and influence through the FOOLS and their endeavors, a hoard Ava: Find and help her sister, support Ichor and Dioscuri, and well… be friends with both of them too maybe? Kata: Chase stuff he’s not really thinking ahead here. Velvet: NSFW stuff, Write books, make all the friends VVinter: Ponder the big questions in life maybe make some friends, just see vvhere life takes him.
Kivrin: Be best friends with Libby and Vin, help people like Kip and Ev do, maybe write another book
Vanadium: Maybe find romance, keep others safe, never needing to resort to violence
Vilumin: Stay away from Vermin and co, figure out how to get to the Colorwave Coast, perhaps stop getting lost
Vulionna: Find THE song, make music, destroy all filthy traitors
Vashidaan: Become a famous smithy, make useful armor and accessories, travel the world and make something out of everything.
Vulpevidae: Figure out the science of how blobs work, take a few blobs apart, investigate the other living creatures of Terrea
Vesper: Find her handmaiden, find her knight, figure out why she’s been abandoned in this odd kingdom
Kyrah: Figure out why she feels so restless, punch whatever it is that made her feel this way, get stronger
Vyennia: Hoard of cozy things, good naps, good friends
Aavii: Find a place to put the things she picks up, travel, find a home
Vortahvan: Tell the greatest tale, be the main character of said tale, be regarded as a hero
Valluvia: Find a worthy hero, train them to wield her, have a glorious battle
Echo: Make friends or be antisocial, remember their past or completely forget it.
Cloud: Get strong, convince others he’s not brooding, maybe get better at talking
Selkie: Build a house with her sister, figure out interior decorating, find a pet that can live under water
Nix: Build a house with her sister, learn to cook
Tort: Figure out what he’s looking for, find someone to care for, live a rather quiet life
Citius: Evolve things that help him go faster, train to go faster, be the fastest
Eurovell: Keep her trio together, pull off intricate ploys, become a legend
Yenago: Keep his trio safe, support their goals, have each other’s backs in all things forever
Griff: Have a break, retire, meet someone who doesn’t judge him for having a bit of a tude
Vah’Livette: Find someone who’s fun to tease, be a skilled warrior, attain a specific aesthetic
Allovie: Solitude, knowledge, and peace
Vivik: Find someone who meets her standards for actual conversation, indulge in her morbid interests, find a home
Lesha: Follow the latest interesting thing, collect clothing, look fabulous
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Cadorin: Push his trio forward, become infamous, hone his distraction skills
Wan: Fix their body, be worthy and whole, ask the gods why they were born this way
Hashite: Take care of his girls, grow their bunko hoard, have a peaceful life
Lyda: Enjoy time with her partners, play with all the bunkos, make outfits for the bunkos