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'.
01/09/23 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.
Book Name: Art for Everyone Author: Vanow Genre(s): Non-fiction, Art, Creativity Excerpt: There is one page per artwork. Next to some of the drawings is a title or what seems to be a signature from Vanow. Some pages have meandering circles and squiggles while others have what seems to be hatching and cross hatching. Other pages have a brief blurb about what Van was thinking about when he drew the image. Synopsis: I didn't think I could draw but then I came to the library! Anything that came to mind I put on paper. My name is Vanow. Please enjoy my scribbles. Length: 100 pages, average total words of the book is no more than 1,000. This includes his little descriptions and thought process. Appearance: His book is holed paper bound together with yarn. The front page has his first ever scribble, a long oval with zig zag and serpentine lines all around it. On the back is his very short synopsis.
Book Name:Sandy Holes Author:Gember Genre(s):Non-Fiction, Autobiography Excerpt:Then the asshole dug his claws into my shoulders, and it hurt really bad. I could have spit in his face too, but he was holding me at arm's length like I was gross, which to be fair was not wrong. He then threw me into the hole as hard as he could with a swish motion, and did you know the air could whistle? The air can whistle really loud. They started to fill the hole before I landed so I landed on sand kind of, but sand can be sharp and it hurt real bad. I did yell, I guess on instinct because I knew immediately it wouldn't do anything, and then I just kind of sat at the bottom until I couldn't see anymore. There was sand directly in my eyeballs, sand in-between my toes (would not recommend) and yes, sand in my buttcheeks. I kept trying to like worm my way above it, like tunnel through but I kept falling backwards. At first I was like "Okay this is fine" and then I couldn't tell the time anymore and couldn't keep my eyes open so I floated in nothing for what felt like forever. I tried to punch it multiple times, and then I tried to kick it and that didn't do nothing so I yelled again but the sand touched my throat and it felt really bad so then I curled up into the smallest ball I could and after who knows this (beautiful and cool) voice is like "have a lambfruit" and then I think I'm still in the sands for an embarrassingly long time but I'm actually on a mountain and I've never seen it before but I've heard about it! And there's a squishy ball in my mouth and I finally bite it and it's super warm and rich and I actually cry. So at this point friendzy is blowing up a lot of people know about my light torture now and this dude talks named sand and GET THIS they're really sand yo and Eris shows up and talks about something cryptic and I finally thank him after a little tiny bit of passive aggression on his part. Anyway, I found a pool of water which I'd also never seen before and it was cold. Wack. Now that I'm free, I don't have to write intense words of prose anymore, and honestly have no idea what I'm gonna do. Go to the white city I was told about, to the arena, back to the sands to meet Sand in person. Oh, I also got a meowler and they're big and bumbly and the best, thanks meowler lady. Well, that's my life up to this point. Nobody will read this rambly garbage but to the one of you that does, watch for the sequel. Synopsis:"Yep. This is my book. Not as good as the first one under an alias, but it feels good to get off my chest."- back inscription A roughly 800 page book of chapters that last 60 pages each, with no proper syntax and lots of run on sentences. Appearance:A crude drawing of the crude drawings on the bounty wall, on the floor are multiple pits and at the exact center is vermin, with a big dumb angry face and a very big sandy butt
Book Name: Dark Depths of the Mind Author: Emilia Reverie Genre(s): Horror Excerpt: "You have made the worst mistake EVER! WE'RE ABOUT TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Marianna shrieked as the wraiths approached the duo. Samuel, on the other hand, had already accepted his fate. "...You're right, Mari. You're absolutely right." Synopsis: Marianne and Samuel find a way to delve deep into their friends mind, to figure out what makes them the way they are. Little do they know, their friend is more twisted than they thought... Length: A novella, of 47 pages. Appearance: A pitch black cover, with a dark purple spiral scratched on the center, and the title written above it in titanium white.
Book Name: A guide to drawing the wonders of Terrea Author: Magnolia Genre(s): Nonfiction Excerpt: For this project we will be drawing a prismermine. You'll need some papyrill leaves and bark. Draw a long oval close to the center of the bark. Now fuzz out one of the ends of the oval. Give the oval two circular ears, and a big smile. Now draw the small stars on its body. Add eyes. Now you have an inked drawing of a prismermine. Synopsis: Would you like to learn how to draw the fauna of the smiley sands, but couldn't get close enough to sketch a prismermine? Well this book is for you! It has guides on how to draw just about every creature on Terrea, plus more guides about flora, so you can draw the most amazing things. Length: About 25 drawings, and 750 words. Appearance: It's a small journal, bound with woven fabric from the strands of a poffdula tree. It has a rough sketch of an ichorfish on the cover. _BgWYWTP ·
Book Name: Blobhunt: A prey's strategy book Author: P. Fae (Pam) Genres: Fantasy, fiction, dystopian, mistery Excerpt: I must warn you, reader, prey does not get to win. We stall and prolong the inevitable, but sooner or later, everyone meets their limit at the hands of the never ending, many hunters tracking us out, if you can not deal with this, then your loss is even bigger, but if you choose to play their game anyway, be it to because it's better than home, to protect the ones back home, or purely out of spite, this book may help you, I will teach you all that I know about survival in this land just as my blood father did to me. (corner: warning, groups, moving)
First lesson: do not ever stop moving, no not stick around other blobbings Synopsis: Written from the perspective of a blob in a hunt, except they are the prey, and on the surface about how one would survive many hunters chasing them with nothing but wits to their name, though it has a secondary narrative of just what happened that cause such a hunt to begin, as well as the backstory of the narrator that is left a mystery to the reader Length: It's a bit of a thin book, that has around 20000 words Appearance: the book is smaller than most height and width wise, seems to have a cover of very roughed up green Aurasils silk, Blobhunt is written very big on it, the other words smaller under it, and has wool cutting though it and to the back, seemingly to bind the pages together, it's writing like someblob was trying their best to write as small and clear as possible, all pages have something written in the up corner, usually about what is written in this page
Book Name: Molly the Meowler Author: Cherry Genres: Children's Fantasy Adventure Excerpt: The wooden door opened and Molly saw a beautiful Minkie. Her eyes widened and she softly gasped. Rainbow-winged Minkies were very rare! The Minkie had icy blue eyes and ears, and he had leafy green skin. His shell was sunny yellow, with red polka dots. With bags under his eyes, he welcomed Molly into his deep pink mushroom home. Molly replied, "No thanks, I'd love to but I'm off to find the Ice Cream of Doom and eat all of it so that Barnus won't trouble you all with it ever again!" "No!" exclaimed the Minkie, raising up a hand. "Don't eat it! You'll-" But Molly was already gone. Synopsis: When Molly goes to sleep, she wakes up in Minkieland, where anything can happen. She always loves to play in Minkieland. But recently, the inhabitants have been acting a lot more fearful. They don't trust anything anymore, and night has been lasting longer. Molly sets out to find out why! Will Molly ever solve the mystery of the Mistrustful Minkies, or will Minkieland disappear and Molly never dream again? Length: 200 pages Appearance: The cover is of a colorful mosaic with a meowler standing on two legs in front of it. The meowler is wearing rainbow, horizontally striped clothing and is light pink in color, with blue eyes and pointed ears.
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Book Name: Blobhunt: The hunt hand's dilemma Author: P. Fae (Pam) Genres: Fantasy, fiction, dystopian, mistery Excerpt(s): (...) As I watch our flank, a warning comes from the other helper in the front, a look has my visor beeping in alert. Right there, standing as if our hunt group was nothing, was a monster, but not just any monster, the tales traded by hunt hands came to mind, and I knew immediately what it was. The purple menace. Yet, as I see it, something catches my eye, way too late, I see a thin strip of light before the lead hunter, Rais, is suddenly being trown in the air, pulled by their jacket, he goes on and on up, before falling and poping on the spot, the screaming came from all around, and I knew without looking that the other hunt hand was crying for the just popped blobbing, the purple menace had disappeared, and I found myself frozen on the spot before seeing the thin light again, the small hook on the tip catching another hunter to do the same, forcing me to find my words while they fly up, towards the tall trees "retreat!" (...) I found myself staring into the ground in my quarters, my hunting gear on the ground, having forgotten what I was doing. I gently pick up the visor while racking my brain, maybe I was cleaning it? Yes, let's go with that. I examine it to make sure it wasn't broken and find a surprise in the glassy see trough part, reflecting me, on my big form, when I was sure I was in the other, smaller one. That was weird, I can usually think clearly when transforming, it never made me mentally stuck like that, and I can't have missed the ground seeming to get futher away... This is usually a safety transformation, the small form coming only when I am safe and content... Is the visor now enough to make me feel endangered even after seeing my clan? Stuck on questions I couldn't awser, the sigh of a weird sliver of green behind my wardrobe was a welcome distraction, I pulled it out, and it was... A book? That I have never seen before. The first page fell open, revealing a hand written note "do not let superiors see" It was my hand-writing (...) It made no sense, what I was entertaining, of course I wasn't being tricked into hunting other blobs, that was preposterous. And yet... the more I think, the more pieces doesn't fit and the more I find that time doesn't fit like it should, events that should have happened are fully forgotten by me. It makes no sense, I don't know who to trust, it is true that I have not seen weaker blobbings around but... could it be they are really being...? I touched my visor, suddenly unsure if it really did only what I was told (...) If the Purple Menace is a blob born in this society, then they (huh, when had I began adressing the "monsters" as other blobs? It felt good. It could get me into trouble. I still allow myself a moment to wish I knew what pronouns this blob used) have a good chance of being born from parents still around here, maybe I could ask them? ... This is a terrible ideia (...) I sat down, Blade looking worriedly at me, we were aways protectors of the clan of sorts, but he never quite fit in, not with how different his life and oportunities were, but he stayed because, well, it was good for the rest of the clan, but it seemed that feeling of unity only really existed between me and him. Still, I trusted him very much, everyone knew that. I had a sneaking suspicion that, because of that they had sent him to talk to me "Tobith... The clan is... worried" ah. There it was. he was right "they said you seem... agitated, worried, tired... And scared". It was hard looking in Blade's eyes with that. We both knew what fear had done in the clan first hand, it made memories appear in my mind's eyes, of my own clan menbers overcome with fear. Of rooms covered in blood and pain. of Blade himself looking at me with feral eyes. Grabing my clan companion's paw I said "It won't get to that. I am just a little stressed" I smiled. He frowned "Tobith, that's not you stressed, that is you worrying to death. I know you too well to not know it" he looked away "tell me, how long has it been since you took to your safe form?" I began to sweat. I couldn't just awnser that "Blade... Don't... I will be fine, ok, everything will be fine, I promisse" He looked at me, both hopeful and fearful. And I really hoped I could keep that promisse (...) (Excerpt from last page) I sat with the clan, tired, frustated, and resigned, having come to a conclusion I simply hated. I would never be able to get to the bottom of this, and I certainly wouldn't be allowed to keep it in memory. I got up and walked to Blade, smiling to him, and jokingly chastising him about aways bringing his job with him and looking at his stuff, he reacted just as jokingly to it and we laughed it off. He never realized I had slipped the book onto his things before we had to separate. As soon as I was out, I was on my big form, but nobody stoped me in the way. They were waiting at my quarters, Rais and another hunter I didn't remenber, I gave them a tired, but maybe a little cheecky smile "you two forgot something?"
Synopsis: A blobbing goes through his days as a hunt hand, helping hunt away monsters in the forest around the city, yet weird things keep happening, his memories beggining to become harder to trust, making him feel more and more like the hunt instead of the hunter, and begin to doubt what the more sperienced hunters have told him, having to choose between continuing going with the flow or to possibly get himself at risk by chasing the unknown Length: About 20000 words Appearance: Differently from the previous book in the series, this one seems way more well made and kept, while still keeping the small proportions and small writing XbGBXn8Y +2 = 8 Guess that's a meme·
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Book Name: Kitsune Wind Author: Tsuna A.(Tsunami) Genre(s): Fantasy Excerpt: "The Kitsune Wind is a rare type of beast that comes only once a century. It is said that its powers are great, perhaps even great enough to rewrite the Universe. But it is very picky, and in all of recorded history, it has only bonded with someone once. And now that the new Prophecy has surfaced, it is more vital than ever than someone bond it"-the King of Alastria. "Well what's the new Prophecy?', Aulana asks. "That, sweet, is a bit hard to explain", replies her teacher. "Maybe when you're older." Synopsis: The Kitsune Wind has only ever bonded someone once. And now more than ever, a bond is needed to help save the world. Aulana is just a young girl living in Alastria. She has no idea what's in store for her future. She may just help save the world... or doom it. Length: About 10000 words. Appearance: A red cover with white lines in the shape of a kitsune. Hkn7T6Zg6+4=10... guess its pretty good·
Book Name: The Den of Wyrms Author: Vel Genre(s): Fantasy, Erotica, Romance Excerpt: There was nothing else but the fight. Be it for dominance, friendship, thrill... there was always, always, a fight. And everyone knew it. Everyone played their part. And yet... the dynamic here was skewed in such a strange way that he found himself imbalanced and scrambling to keep up.
To any observer the jeweled beast held every advantage and had no reason to hold back against the smaller blue wolf. After all, no matter how tall the wolf stood he was still bite sized to the blade lined maw that loomed above him. Yet the wyrm made no move to start their impending struggle, let alone end it.
The jeweled beast passively watched as the wolf struggled internally. Trying and failing to find a method to defy the wyrm. Frustration crossed the wolf's face as he asked himself why he couldn't start this fight? It's what he came here for, wasn't it? Why he chased the other's soaring form across his territory. It wasn't like the size of the jeweled beast gave him pause. He swore it wasn't. He'd handled large opponents before. He handled them well and won. And this should be no different. It. Should. Be. NO. Different. He wouldn't go down without a fight. He refused!
Working himself up with the intent to set things right, the wolf made his move. After all, if he attacked things would return to normal. The Wyrm would fall into place and they'd begin the familiar dance. Win or lose, It would be righ- a low warning rumble emitted from the jeweled beast's throat and filled the wolf's entire being. His lunge died as his body trembled to a halt, pinned in place.
A keening whine had answered the Wyrm's thrum. The whimpered sound had been pulled from the blue wolf's own throat. The wolf sank to his belly and he licked his lips as he realized, whatever this was, he was losing ground. What else was there but defeat when the wyrm's wordless voice alone had obviously bound him like this. When his body danced to the wyrm's will. From the heat of his core to his suddenly ragged breath the Wyrm controlled it all. It was as if they had already fought, and he was already spent. How could he fight like that? In his frustration, the wolf bowed his head to glare at the ground beneath him.
"Soon" The single word held a mocking humor in it's rich depths as the Wyrm walked away from the trembling wolf.
The wyrm left him wanting again.
Synopsis: A Jeweled Wyrm lays siege to the Wolf's territory, claiming it as his own. The Blue Wolf is certain he can fight this foe as he has others. Yet this one eludes him. Every time. And in ways he didn't expect. The Wyrm isn't playing by his rules. Each time the Wyrm leaves without a fight drives him wild. He's not sure how, but he's losing this war. He's uncertain if he even wants to fight it. However, there's a dangerous and unspoken promise in the Wyrm's voice...
Perhaps the best outcome would be if they both lost this strange conflict. But for that, the Blue Wolf will have to fight with more than his body.
Length: about 100,600 words
Appearance: Another relatively plain black cover. This one has a 3 printed on the spine and a blue paw print with a ruby gem on the cover.
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Book Name: Explorations of Terrea: Hidden Gems and Quiet Danger Author:Willa Genre(s): Non-Fiction Excerpt: “One intrepid explorer says, without a doubt, that Terrea is a full orb in shape. One can begin at one shore of the Colourwave Coast, pass through the Mossy Mountains, by Onyxia, and through the Sands and end up upon the other shore at the end of the long trek. This would undoubtedly be helpful when considering the quickest way to reach an intended location.”
“Snekkitti City is one area of Terrea that many are likely to know. An annual festival is hosted there, boasting games and wonderful prizes alongside bartering stalls and such delights as fortune-telling and body-painting. For those blobs newer to Terrea, though, it is a location well worth mentioning. Snekkitti City is a lush, green forest with something of an incredible past. (…)”
“While there are many bloblings of the loyalty of Order who are aware of the following location, it is also worth mentioning to those who either do not share the alignment, or whom were not able to take part in Reinala’s previous tour. Within the mossy mountains stands Reinala’s City, or perhaps more aptly-called Themis’ City. One resident also referred to the location as ‘The White City’ on occasion during conversation. (…)”
“There exists in the Sourglow Swamps an unlikely danger; lambfruit. We all know how rare it is to find such a treat in any location, but a sprout in the Swamps may be a bad omen for travelers. Per one trustworthy source, there lives a Plantborn within the Swamps whose nature is that of lambfruit. They are less than welcoming and can, on occasion, offer a real threat to any blobling interested in harvesting some of the rare fruit. There are worse fates than popping, as many bloblings buried in the Sands as of late would be able to share. It is best, perhaps, to use caution when approaching any lambfrit sprouting from the blackened ground. (…)”
Synopsis: Here you will find a collection of excerpts from interviews with bloblings who enjoy the exploration of the planet we call home. We explore some of the hidden beauties of terrea and where they can be found, as well as grave warnings of locations to avoid to remain out of danger of popping--or worse. Length: Approximately 300 pages
Appearance: The entire wrap-around of the cover is an artist's rendering of Terrea, with a rusty-red box for the information on the back. Some of the areas of interest from within the book are marked on the "map," though with name alone to peak curiosities.
(Word Count: 423 [not counting any non-descriptive form entries])
Post by grimmreminder on Nov 1, 2022 19:54:52 GMT -5
MINI MISSION RP SEGMENT: Alistair blinked, one moment Dioscuri was before him and another second they were gone once again. They had seemingly been alone and the next thing he knew a pen had been thrust into his hands with a demand to write. Of course, he was content with admiring them from afar, but approaching him was his intent. Their words of 'fix it' ringing in his head. Ah well, perhaps now that notebook he gained from Reinala's tour would finally come into handy outside of his own personal scribbles. Gently, he twirled the pen between his clawed fingers, simply brainstorming on what he would even write. It didn't necessarily have to be good for a first try- but he was seeking to impress as he always did.
He sat there amongst the books and mess of the library for quite the number as he recalled the places he's been and things he's heard. The sourglow swamp standing in the forefront of his memory. That is when something finally hit him- inspiration had struck. He would need to fetch his notebook for this, and so he left the library in a hurry. He just needed to find Zephyr, his loyal companion would surely have a hold of his collection of items still. Thankfully, locating Zephyr wasn't too much of a chore. His friend had remained exactly where he left him. He chuckled at the familiar vibrating hum Zephyr let out as he rubbed up against his crystallized legs. " Do you have my notebook? " he questioned, earning a hum in the affirmative. Perfect... now all he had to do was write his story out. How hard could a short story about vill o' wisps be? Thumbing through the pages, he pulled to a blank page and began to write. The pen effortlessly leaving his thoughts on the paper as a rough draft.
The denseness of the swamp, filled to the brim with all sorts of life had allured Randell to the area. Fresh from a bleed, he was new to his surroundings and stubborn to get out and explore. . .
The glow of the plants scattered few and far between were the only light left in this dreary path. How many numbers he had been floating along he wasn't certain- the soft hues of violets fogging his mind and being the only thing he could think about. . .
How long had he been staring at this one flame? He.. wasn't sure anymore. His body felt light, and warm. It was growing difficult to stay awake, his eyes closing seemingly on their own as he drifted off into the darkness. The last thing he could see being the eerie violet that danced before him. When Randell came too once more, the world around him was pitch black aside from the violet flames. Stretching straight farther than he could see. It was silent, and the feeling of dread washed over him. He.. was alone, wasn't he? . . .
Synopsis: The story of a blob.. and the Vill o' wisp. Following them into the depths of the unknown, what would happen if you get so lost you could never come back? Follow the story of Randell as they fall victim to a trance that will change the world as they know it. . . Length: Short story; 6000 words Appearance: A simple, black cover wrapped in the vines of cyril orbs, though lacking the flower and the orbs itself. Drawn in the center is a simple sketch of a Vill o' wisp.
Most good snackhole fillings need special equipment to make. if you plan on making this equipment on your own. you can make all of the equipment with bleeding heart wood.
equipment you will need includes:
3 Bleeding heart bowls (1 small 1 medium 1 large)
1 Large Bleeding heart scoop
1 Sharpened Bleeding Heart slicer
you will also need a way to produce heat, some blobs have heat producing features. others might need to create heat with other objects.
Filling Your Snackhole is a 15 recipe guide on how to make things for your snackhole, in this book their are also tips on how to get the materials for snack prep.
15 recipes in total, and a few instructions on how to acquire the things needed for snack prep
the cover is a pale yellow. the pages are tied together with white thread. an image of one of the recipes sits in the center of the cover with the title text above the image. The title text is handwritten and looks a bit messily written
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