#blob the plasmoid

[drjdorr]

hey I'm trying to get back into doing art so I decided to start off with a character that has no defined proportions, ease my self in before I leap into the deep end right after anyways😅

any ways this is just a rough draft but enjoy Blob enjoying a post battle treat

[spectrals]

not me wanting to make a plasmoid character bc i thought how terrifying it'd be for them to slip into someone (or use their bonus action pseudopod) through their nose or mouth and just. suffocate them or burst their organs or something equally as horrific

[benjokazoo]

That about does it for my previously played characters, now get ready for a whole bunch I'm sure I'll eventually play. Most of these won't be finished drawings until I actually play em but thought I'd still share.

No backstory for this one yet but they are a plasmoid warlock with the pact of the genie. This always sounded like a cool subclass to me and I really like how your spell list changes with the type of genie you choose.

You can't see too well in this one as its not coloured in yet, but I stuck the lamp that they use as their spell casting focus, inside of them since they're made outta slime.

[worldsneverfilled]

Robert - Bob the Blob

Type: PC

Aliases: Robert, (insert series of chemical identifiers bc that's his actual name)

Pronouns: Any are fine, though Bob generally goes by he/him

Sexuality: What's that?

Relationships: Why?

Race: Plasmoid

Home: Myth Drannor, Cormanthyr (currently)

Age: Unknown, but very old

Class: Psi Warrior

Weapon(s) of Choice: Pistol and War Pick

Job: Agent for the spymistress of Cormanthyr

Loyalty: Herself, and then Cormanthyr by extension

Alignment: NG

Height: 6′3

Personality: Quiet, sarcastic, a bit snooty when it comes to comparing his people’s customs to that of the “Solids,” secretive, and observant.

Status: Alive, Uninfluenced (known)

Strategy: You can’t put a hole in him but he sure as fuck can put a few in you.

About and Fun Tidbits:

Robert arrived in Toril during the Spellplague in a portal incident. He kept odd jobs here and there, merely existing among the Solids as he explored their world. He's found that he's quite fond of the gnomes.

When he “sleeps,” he kind of oozes out of his armor...and he has a bubbly snore.

Joke HC that there are dozens and dozens of oozes and plasmoids out there that would be considered his "children." Not canon, just for lols.

Can't get drunk, unfortunately. Fortunately, he can drink people under the table as a bet and they don't know he's an ooze...easy money.

Met Herself on the road. She didn't give him the option. She said, "I have a job for you," and that was that. No chance to protest it, no way of getting out of it; you don't tell Electra no.

I don’t have a photo reference for him, but he’s a blue-green color and wears full armor to hide the fact that he’s a plasmoid. He doesn’t want anyone but Herself knowing. When not in armor, he’s lounging on a couch somewhere as a grumpy puddle.

[yourplayersaidwhat]

[One of our players decided to be a plasmoid. They named themself Glorp. They decided to also make their name a verb.]

DM: Ok, Glorp, right now you’re hiding in the crate of gold in your blob form.

Glorp: Yup.

DM: Are you doing anything? What do you wanna do?

Glorp: Kinda glorpin’, ya know? I’m just glorpin’.

DM: You-you’re glorping? Just glorping?

Glorp: Yup. Just glorpin’.

[foolspace]

Forgotten Space - Part One

Mab is a Drow Elf handed off from gang to gang on Feyrune and was left forgotten after a job on the asteroid turned outer space city known as The Rock of Bral. The gang plied her with “us-vs-them style loyalty,” and then proceeded to use her thoughtlessly as a weapon. She never really minded too much, because “Mab” rhymes with “Stab,” and that’s one of her favorite things to do. Although her original gang hadn’t contacted her in a while, she’s convinced they’ll be coming for her some day. They always (usually) do, right? In the meantime she thought she might as well take an odd job or two to pay the bills. On her favorite mode of transportation, her dirt bike with a basket on the front for her friend Blirp to ride in, she headed toward L’il Luigi’s Bistro to meet a possible short term client with something for her to do.

The aforementioned Blirp is an absolutely unhinged little blue Plasmoid creature.  An opaque azure ooze who has convinced most people around him that he’s nonverbal. He did this by continuing to not speak, because it was just that easy. After jumping from port to port in whatever role needed, usually on a pirate vessel, he ended up as a handy-blob for L’il Luigi’s Bistro and other local shops on The Rock of Bral. After a few months of seeing Mab there, they eventually developed a friendship. One day Blirp decided to speak with just her, a real sign of trust between two very untrusting/untrustworthy characters. The day Mab came in to take her new odd job, Blirp happened to be doing some light carpentry at the Bistro, utilizing his favorite tool/weapon, hammers.

Scraximum Phlamage is a wiry Warforged metal-man who, sometime after being created, spent so much time floating through the astral void that he forgot his previous lives a few times over. A go-with-the-flow cool customer, when he ended up landing on solid ground again, it was on The Rock of Bral. He decided to start living a life after the void, but didn’t have much of a direction and ended up, like so many others, looking for handy-work and odd-jobs. Which is why, like the others, he ended up at L’il Luigi’s Bistro on that fateful afternoon.

[pionneers-lm]

How to have unlimited arms in DnD

This is a funny but slightly broken combo that you could ( and probably should ) argue doesn't work but the rules don't say it doesn't work so take from that why you will.

Play as a Plasmoid armourer artificer

As an armourer artificer your arcane armour expands to cover your whole body and replaces missing limbs

As a Plasmoid you can use your shape self action to retract your limbs and become a and I quote "limbless blob" now your armour will replace your now missing arms with magic armour arms.

Now use shape self to grow new arms. Because the armour grows to cover your whole body it grows a new pair of arms around yours

Now when you retract them again those arms are now missing but the armour's arms remain and replace them 😎

Which means you repeat the process of using shape self and gaining two more arms each time until you have enough for any purpose

For example with six arms you can duel wield two handed weapons, hold a Shield and leave a hand free for spellcasting

Or you could have eight arms and use them to grapple four creatures at once

The possibilities are pretty much endless

[a-cipher]

new lego dreamzzz trailer. apparently z-blob is a character mateo created. and uh. just a couple of weeks ago I started creating a d&d character who is a plasmoid (which is described as being an ooze) and my entire concept for the character was blob. that's also how my friends and I have been referring to this character.

[followmetoyourdoom]

As I'm out of the country, my partner in the UK bravely took on DMing for the group (plus a special guest) who we have our regular campaign sessions with, but as a chaos oneshot where nothing is planned except the bare minimum of the characters we rock up with. And my god what characters we had designed to unleash upon my poor boyfriend. And so I present:

Chaos Oneshot, a summary

We started with a simple d20 roll to determine who went first to describe their character and what they wanted to do in this blank canvas of a world. I won that d20 roll.

So I begin describing this oozing plasmoid of a creature that is a small naked ball but with very detailed human hands and a tiny gothic backpack with wings that just makes a beeline for the next character in the room and begins to ooze up their leg and body all while making a schlop schlop noise and very cutely repeating their own name "Bmlbodoo!"

Among the other characters we had:

Generic NPC Greeting, the kenku I had decided to latch onto and climb, played by the amazing @ktcalamity

Angus, the minotaur with big abs and a big coat, along with his cloak that billowed dramatically as he Aragon'd his way into the building, played by the wonderful @maybeawriter6

Ric, the half elf bard who was just here to play music for the place and kept getting distracted by the various going ons, played by the incredible @cayliana (our special guest for this oneshot)

Wyld Myrtle, an average sized giant tortle grandmother who entered the assassin's guild looking for work and/or gambling and immediately got the hots for good old Angus up there, played by the outstanding @ninjagozanefan14

And last but certainly not least, Emery, the aesthetically peacock looking tiefling bastard with fancy wooden legs, played by the marvellous @margoteve

After our introductions, Bmlbodoo switched targets to Angus, Generic NPC Greeting tried to put Bmlbodoo in a flask, Angus started shaking his leg to get the ooze off him, Ric started playing on stage, Wyld Myrtle lost 23 gold pieces gambling at Rexas Hold'em but with giant novelty cards, and Emery ordered wine while he played with the fire, getting it to dance to Ric's music and thus freaking him out a little.

Sure enough the rest of the room started to notice all this chaos, especially when Blmbodoo started to elongate and wrap up and around Angus, who in turn shot a geyser of 30 gallons of water from a magical item at himself to dislodge Blmbodoo. Blmbodoo then turned into a tinier and naked version of Generic NPC Greeting, Ric tried to calm everyone down with battle music, Wyld Myrtle tried to make her way to Angus to make a move on him, and Emery distracted encouraged Ric on stage, put a bet on 'the blob' to win, and then got more wine.

The owner and leader of the assassin's guild started yelling and holding up a sword and, after walking into a clock of billowing, Angus, with his cloak of billowing tried to calm matters down. Then Generic NPC Greeting threw a bag of magic beans on the floor and they burst into flames.

Then the focus was on escaping. Ric jumped off stage and high tailed it out of there, Wyld Myrtle first tried to put the fire out with a hip flask, then got out of there, Angus, though he did debate using the geyser again, just grabbed Emery and ran for it, and Blmbodoo tapped zer little backpack with its little tiny wings that became actual wings and just flew over the flames and out the now open door. With the exception of Ric and Blmbodoo, everyone got stabbed by the assassin's blades as they tried to leave. Generic NPC Greeting, satisfied with their chaos, took out their magic broom, half lost control of it, got dragged into some tables and chairs, and then landed next to the rest of the assassin's who were heading to the basement.

With the majority of the... Party? outside the burning building, Bmlbodoo sat down to fish at the nearby lake that sprang into existence, Wyld Myrtle walked across the lake with her ring of water walking, Angus stopped dropped and rolled having still been on fire, Ric just wanted to go home, and Emery proposed they all band together to start an adventuring party. We don't know what happened to Generic NPC Greeting, but, presumably, they kept setting more things on fire.

[funkwitz]

Hiii Do you have any lore about Six? :3c

Hi!

I suuure do! Six is originally a character for a spell jammer campaign which never happened, so most of what I got is the backstory I wrote for her back then! I might ramble a bit, so apologies in advance :-)

Ok so, she grew up on the moon of Syy where she was a member of a monastery of plasmoid "hive mind" cultists. She had no ego, no personality, no nothing. Until one day, a bounty hunter does a job for the monastery and six gets a brief look at this tall beautiful cowboy. She wants to be that so so bad, despite only being a semi sentient blob in a " hive mind"

Her quest to become this person unlocks individualism within her and she decides to escape. She steals some clothing and morphs her body to look as close as she can remember to that bounty hunter.

Later on she gets herself a mask so be a bit less terrifying for the every man.

What happens next am I a bit unsure about, since I never really got a proper DND class down for her. One part was her meeting an old god within an asteroid, which gave her the golden gun she has. (Which is actually an arcane focus and not a real gun lmao) this would make her a warlock, but I'm not 100% convinced to go in that direction. In an another iterations I wanted her to go through the spelljammer academy, being a normal fighter/gunslinger. But I feel that is a bit boring lmao

Only thing I've set in stone is that she is living on the desert moon of Lyg at the moment, where she be doing cowboy stuff and bird watching lol

Hope this was somewhat comprehensive, and thank you so much for the ask! <3

[sonneillonv]

In a few weeks I’ll be surrendering Tuesday nights to a different DM, which means I get to play on Tuesdays instead of running. I got the character creation info so I can prep early, but I was waffling between different options and told the new DM so.

“Oh,” she says innocently, “what are you thinking?”

“Well, I have a Dhampir Lore Bard skinned as a Spider-person (it’s the climb speed, the fangs...), a Space-Amoeba Plasmoid Monk (it’s using Ascendant Dragon Monk to get the abilities that I think an ooze should really have anyway, like the ability to spew its digestive juices all over other people), and a zoomy Shadar-Kai Cleranger.”

“... Okay, so monstrous races exist, but they’re rare? So we’d need to talk and figure out how they got there.”

And then I, completely missing the implication that this wasn’t her favorite idea, said, “Oh, well Tiernan (dhampir bard) is a refugee from his tyrannical Spider Queen archfey in the Feywild. Right now he’s being a librarian while he figures out what to do with his life. He will quest for new books or interesting artifacts or just to get out of the house for a while. Paraxis (space amoeba monk) thinks humanoids are just so busy down there on their little planets, so sometimes it condenses itself down to reasonable density and derps around an inhabited world to see what’s worth eating. It will 100% treat the party like its pets and adventuring like play/enrichment.”

So I guess we have to discuss it but because I like making characters I went ahead and made all three options, and funny enough, Paraxis ended up getting the Chef feat? Which means not only is it trying to eat everything in sight, it’s also pushing it’s dubious creations on its pets??? Like... imagine a thick, translucent blob the shifting colors of an old bruise getting way too close to you and holding some weird, supposedly edible object and just going, “I made snackssss” and then looming expectantly until you eat it. 

Paraxis is what would happen if Venom had been sent to explore earth instead of conquering it.

Behold! A Blorbo who’s actually a blob.

[drjdorr]

In the labyrinth tunnels below Paradise City a pair of apexes encounter each other, the walking fungus colony that is colloquially known as Legion and an amoeba scaled up to human size. Noone quite knows where either came from, and the their sapience and sentience are respectively debatable. What was known to both though is that before them was potential food.

Legion struck first, slamming its foot into the blob, already starting to try to absorb it when psudopods lashed out, grabbing ahold of the fungal limb as it tried eating them inturn. Legion grabbed the macroscopic bacteria off their leg where it latched onto their hand and arm before Legion slammed its macrophaged fist into the stonework of a nearby wall, sending bricks and cytoplasm flying, yet their opponent stayed attached. Trying to dislodge the pest they slammed their fist into the wall again and again as they choked the air with suffocating spores that did nothing to the lungless slime which in turn lashed out at the body of the fungus.

Eventually Legion flung their arm out wide, launching the blob across the chamber. Both directed their senses towards each other, this meal being more work than expected. The blob's cytoplasm spattered the walls, ceiling and floor of the chamber along side the broken stonework. And Legion's body was scored with damage from the amoeba's assault, not to mention that a sizable chunk of the arm the blob had clung to was missing.

Eventually Legion slammed its good arm against a nearby wall, breaking more of the stonework, their opposition rose up and slapped the ground with its body. These crude territorial displays done, the two moved to leave in opposite directions.

[spectrals]

nathaniel: actually fuck this nathaniel, de-humanoids into a blob on the ground:

[thestarsarehaunted]

Well, my tabaxi roguelock got murdered, so say hello to my new character: the 14-year-old plasmoid druid, Billy the Blob (not their actual name, but our crew is currently playing host to 350 children and rather than learn their names the wizard has named them all Billy the ____)

[navysealt4t]

hmmm….. my plasmoid guy wants to get a goo cat by finding a cat skeleton and like. doing a mitosis thingy to get a lil blob of goo consume the skeleton to have a sentient goo cat. it’s rlly cool but rules….

[theloquaciousloser]

Quick sketch of my new plasmoid druid character who really likes being a seal blob

Also is just such a cheerful weird little creature plagued by auditory hallucinations and robbed of its bodies autonomy by the parasitic fungal spores that inhabit its body.