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.
Hydrus wasn't super sure why they'd come to the Tar Pits. They weren't super sure why they'd snuck off in the middle of the night, leaving the Canimu in a tangle of limbs and fins.
But it was nice to be alone. Just the sound of the oozing tar and the twinkle of the void above.
Hydrus liked the dark. It was easy on the eyes. Soft, like a blanket. Perhaps they should have been worried about the possible dangers that the dark disguised, but the little blobling couldn't say they were particularly concerned - they'd travelled quite far in their little life, and nothing particularly terrible had happened. What were the chances tonight was going to be any different?
The Tar Pits... to a newling, they would seem to be just like anywhere else on Terrea, except wetter and darker. But he knew the truth. The air in the area felt sticky with malice and sorrow, and occasional screaming could be heard as new unsuspecting bloblings tumbled into the tar pools. The area gave him the same serene, soul-touching feeling that some felt when watching a sunset, and the wails were the rare pink streaks in the sky, providing ambiance. Except there were no sunsets on Terrea.
Every once in a while, the wolf-like man would wander the Pits to mock base bloblings who were caught in the tar, flaunting his working legs and arms as they sunk helplessly into the muck. He was full of limbs. Even some of his limbs had limbs: his arms had hands, and those had fingers, which also had joints. His fluffy tail was even an extra, somewhat excessive limb that was there simply for increased balance and, sometimes, drama. Vermin was not a very friendly blobling.
At this point in the world's existence, many bloblings had learned to avoid this place... so seeing one hopping in innocently without worry plastered on its face intrigued him, made him wonder if it was either new or dumb or both. Vermin himself was not the 'sharpest tool in the shed', but he knew that this area was dangerous via word of mouth.
The bipedal man dropped to his hands and knees and walk-crawled over to Hydrus, the limbs not fitting the kind of 'walking' he was doing, though he seemed determined to do it. With limbs jutting out at awkward angles, his scarf dragged across the muck below as he shamelessly approached the blobling and flashed his razor-sharp teeth in a smile. It was supposed to serve as a greeting and a brief show of submission, but his wide set of fangs would probably look quite intimidating to a newling.
"Hello there... thing. Vermin doesn't see many of you around thesssse parts who haven't been swallowed by the tar yet. Are you, perhaps, new? Or do you just not get out much?" Vermin's words dripped from his mouth like acid; even though what he was saying wasn't directly insulting, everything he said sounded a little bit like an attack.
"Uh..." Hydrus wasn't really sure what to say to that. What did you say to something like that? Especially when said by something that looked like… That.
They were assuming it was a Blobling of some sort - he could talk their language, after all - but Hydrus had never seen one with quite so many limbs. How had that happened? Was it simply cruel fate that he’d been born as an orb? Something to ponder later, perhaps.
There was something unsettling about this person, anyway. Perhaps it was the smile? No, scratch that - it was definitely the smile. Something deep inside the little blobling said that nobody who smiled like that was up to any good. Which… Was probably a bit presumptuous - after all, nobody they’d met so far had been a terrible person but… Hydrus wasn’t sure. This one seemed different.
“I’m… New, I guess…” They had just popped into existence not long ago. They supposed that counted them as new, “Why..?"
They should have responded with their name, probably, but Hydrus wasn't sure they wanted this 'Vermin' person to know it for some reason...
A few tendrils of multicoloured hair fell into Vermin's face as his neck started to roll his head into a very exaggerated tilt. His ears flicked and his silver eyes focused on the little roundling, black sclera glued to the little sphere in front of him. His mouth spread to reveal even more of his shark-like smile, with teeth so large they seemed like they would have trouble fitting in his skull.
"New, hmm? So you don't know as much about the world as Vermin does. That makes you weaker than Vermin, doesn't it? Do you know that the tall, black flowers sing? Did you know that if you harm one of them by, say... climbing up its long body and ripping one of its petals off, the flowers around it will shy away from you? They also stopped singing to Vermin." He startled and put a finger to his lips, giant ears twitching. "Oops. I wasn't supposed to say that it was Vermin who did those things... ehehehe."
Vermin started to scuttle around the little one, zipping behind them and then around front again, sniffing with his damp, wolf-like nose. "You smell like newness, circular thing. What do you call yourself?" He seemed to have completely skipped over the 'why' question, and now he was even reaching out, a clawed finger drifting close to the blobling's delicate, sproingy flesh. He imagined tearing it open, wondered if it would rip as easily as the chromillia's petal did... and his smile grew one more size that day.
"Uh... Huh." Hydrus wasn't sure they liked the way this was going. Too much talk about weakness and violence. There were really people in the world like this, huh? Hydrus had heard the stories, sure, but they'd never really believed bloblings could be like that. All the ones they'd met had been so nice. Mind you, they'd also all been base bloblings. Maybe there was something about growing limbs that made you go funny in the head? Hmm.
He was too close, this Vermin. To close with all those sharp edges of his. Hydrus wished for a moment that they could turn themselves into some sort of liquid and slink away. As it was, their body simply flattened out a little, like a squishy pancake. Oof... They really didn't want to give their name but... It was their name, they didn't have any other, and there wasn't time to come up with another one. So, it came out: