Parent: Doug
Giving: Life
Health: Like a day away from dissolving via unstable corruption magic
Element: Corruption
Stone: Darkened Lapis Lazulli
Had any previous litters: No
Randomize Litter?: Yes
Link to Conception Thread: /showthread.php?tid=8983&pid=80829

Parent: @Madhukar 's chrysalis
Giving: Stone
Health: Just broke out of a chrysalis after being torn in half
Element: Electricity
Stone: Chrysoberyl
Had any previous litters: No
Randomize Litter?: Yes
Link to Conception Thread: /showthread.php?tid=8983&pid=80829

Child Name: Undecided
Gender: Undecided
Species: ???/Golden Retriever/Mongoose Hybrid
Appearance: it's a mystery
Element: Corruption
Stone: Chrysoberyl

This conception was Successful! The litter will emerge November 25th.

Doug will not be able to conceive again until February 23rd, 2021.

Child Name: ???
Gender: ???
Species: Hybrid (Golden Retriever x Mongoose x Blue Glaucus*)
Element: Corrupted (Energy of the Void)
Stone: Darkened/Corrupted Chrysoberyl

Appearance: A suspiciously dog-like creature, but somewhat stumpier with an elongated neck and quite loose skin. It possesses four limbs, the front pair of which end in nubs and finger-like cerata, or slug-horns. They aren't particularly flexible or dexterous, and might do more harm than good on land. These cerata appear on the hips and curled tail, too, in a much more vestigial fashion. It is incredibly small, measuring no larger than one and a half inches from nose to butt (because its tail is flopping over the back, we're not counting it, okay—)

This hybrid is essentially slicked over with an Oily mucus covering. The Oil pours much more aggressively from the ends of each cerata as well as the two blind eyes, doggish nose, and floppy ears. As a young pup, the hybrid's curled tail will pose no issues; as it grows, it may find the lower half of its body becoming increasingly stiff and uncomfortable, due to defects of the spine.

* Due to being the result of Madhukar's chrysalis shards rather than her actual stone, the blueprint for "her" half of the hybrid has been randomized!

@Madhukar @Doug

This child will be up for adoption! Adopter will be decided on the 11th, and will hatch as soon as the profile is accepted (since they're technically already hatched)

Some important notes:
- The child will be raised mostly by Doug, though Madhukar will likely help too
- The child may be able to join the voidcrawlers due to Mau's affiliation with them, but I'm not sure how Doug would react to that
- I honestly have no idea how Doug and Madhukar will be as parents. Both are extremely unprepared and also dealing with some stuff. They'll try though!
- Child will be corrupted, blind, and possibly have mobility issues, so keep that in mind. Also EXTREMELY small.

Name:
Gender:
Personality:
Rp Sample:
Other:

Name: Nima


Gender: Bigender, he/she


Personality: Like his mother, Nima doesn’t speak much. She finds it hard to do. She speaks like she walks: slowly and painfully. She doesn’t like it.

It is easy to pity Nima, because he is pitiable. He knows he is small and he knows when he’s underestimated. He doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t get outright angry about it. She’d rather show what she’s capable of than tell about it.

She loves his parents so much. They mean everything to her. Even if they are far from perfect, he knows how hard they try to give her what she needs. He notices their efforts and he tries to reciprocate them. He can’t do much, but she always keeps an eye out for opportunity. And he never wants to think about life without them. So much pain, she thinks, can’t fit in such a small body

She hates the taste of land animals. He would much rather eat fish and seaweed. There aren’t many fish that are smaller than her, but the ones that are smaller, he is very good at catching.

He’s wary of new people. He’s small and blind, which naturally affects her ability to trust. But he is committed to those who open up to her. Just like with his parents, she only has love for those who show live to him.


Rp Sample: The bucket that her father carried her in swayed gently, back and forth, like a cradle. He was gentle, of course, but motion is motion. Nima felt every movement. She felt the tides being created by her father. She didn’t fight these oily tides. She let them carry her back and forth and back.

Then the swaying stopped.

She swam upwards to investigate. She waited for her father’s voice. She heard another instead.

Her mouth opened to give a tiny squeak and, startled, she plunged back into her world of viscous, inky liquid, hiding from anything new. In response, Nima heard her father trying to speak to her. It was muddled by the water, but just the sound itself felt safe. She decided to resurface.

The new voice greeted them and Nima bowed his head.

"How are you?" The voice asked, in a more gentle tone than how they first spoke.

Nima replied with a short, "Mm." and bowed his head again.

She felt her father's breath get close. He must have put his head near her. She turned to his nose and jumped up on it. From there she climbed upon his snout so the new creature could see her better. You couldn't have a proper conversation from a bucket....And being on her dad's snout meant extra protection.

Her father didn't tell her to get down either, which she was grateful for. She put her head on his soft fuzz and licked him.

"What's your name little one?" The new voice asked again.

He had been practicing this one! "N...Ni-ma." He'd ask the visitor's name, but that would be so many syllables! She'd just wait for her father to tell her later.

Other: If the gemstone doesn't already have a location, I'd like to place it at the back of the head where the neck starts.

Name: Mr. Squishy
Gender: Female (shhh)
Personality: Mr. Squishy wants hugs. Mr. Squishy wants roses. Mr. Squishy wants a giant fucking mecha.

She is small. Very small. Her parents are the size of mountains compared to her. Her toe beans are nearly microscopic. This makes Mr. Squishy a little sad. Mr. Squishy has few friends of her size. But not too sad! There are many things good in her life! For example, she can sit on her daddy's nose and sing to him, or curl up on the bud of a Magicka Flower to sleep! Pay no mind to the corrupted oil that constantly leaks from her sockets, those are just her "happy tears!"

As mentioned before, she loves to sing and dance, even if her mobility restricts her. As a naturally corrupted gembound she tends to incorporate her dark magic into hobbies, to vaguely terrifying effect. Games of hide-and-seek that involve ejecting people into the void. Gossipping to incomprehensible whispers. Projecting her tiny song with demented winds. She doesn't understand how others may be terrified by it, and being blind and tiny, often isn't able to witness the aftereffects of her spells. It's just having fun!

Surprisingly enough, Squishy's not that much of an extrovert. While she does appreciate the occasional company, she's also perfectly fine singing by herself. Being abandoned is a big worry for her though-- given her blindness and difficulty in movement, if she was left behind she'd have little chance of finding them again. This makes her quite clingy whenever someone has to leave.

As she grows, she'll find her body becomes stiffer and stiffer and long distances harder to trek. This will briefly leave Mr. Squishy housebound (denbound? Altarbound?) until she slowly develops an interest in artificial/magical bodies, mainly from observing golems. Should nothing interrupt her she'd eventually attempt constructing a "golem" of her own, one she can pilot like any larger gembound's body.

Rp Sample: Mr. Squishy loved... flowers!

She was sleeping in one right now, actually. A gentle cocoon of indigo petals, filtering blue light onto her body. Light she couldn't see, unfortunately, but she still appreciated the warmth. Her body curled around the stamen, a cushion of poofy pollen that served as the perfect pillow. She liked it inside flowers. They were soft. And pretty.

Her father had somehow bloomed ('Was that the right word?') this one, actually. When they found it-- her sitting on his oily snoot-- it was a dull, unremarkable bulb. At least, that's what her dad told her. Nothing of interest in the vast jungle of Eridanus. But then he happened to cast some of his super-awesome-whisper magic nearby and it unfurled! Awesome! And dad was all marveling at how pretty it was! Even more awesome! She was so grateful she had to make it her sleeping spot for the night. It even closed up all on its own!

Mr. Squishy loved... Dad!

Speaking of dad: he was the best. Always looking out for his little minipup even when she couldn't look out for him. Carrying her on her nose, taking her to the Whisper-Place each cycle, finding her food-- there was little he couldn't do. Which was super awesome! In her mind, she had some vision of ol' Doug as a big, beefy superhero ready to crush everything that came at her, instead of the slinky canine he was in reality.

Squishy could hear him moving around outside, actually. Amongst the chirping of birds and the buzz of bugs and the dark, corrupted shadows. He said her name-- "My little Squish, are you up?" -- and she beeped in response. They were on a journey! A journey through the caves! And if they wanted to continue on before the Kytes started waking up, she better get ready now.

Mr. Squishy loved... waking up!

Stretch, stretch more, stretch in positions she didn't even know she could stretch. Wipe her "happy tears" off on the stamen and check her spine (it was getting stiffer lately). Envision-- er, imagine-- the day ahead of her, and she was ready to start the morning!

The hybrid pranced forward... and immediately smacked into the side of a petal. Huh? Her slughorns went up to prod it. Why wasn't it budging? She slammed her body against the side, feeling the flower sway with the movement, yet she still wasn't out. It made her heart race. What if it never let her out? What if she got stuck inside this flower and could never leave and could never go to the whisper place again and daddy leaves her--

Mr. Squishy loved... blasting this wretched plant to smithereens with her dark magic, letting the corrupted flames fan out around her and scorching its miserable husk to ashes!

That's better.

Other: If it isn't already decided, I'd like for her stone to be internal, replacing her liver. Why the liver? idk i found it funny that whenever an internal stone replaces an organ it's almost always the heart

EDIT: I don't know how to cross out words but um yeah I'm withdrawing my application cuz it sucks.



Name: Blip
Gender: He/them or he/him or they/them
Personality:
Blip is smol. Very smol. About one foot smol. Blip does not let this get in his way. Blip is an extremely determined animal, not letting anything get in his way. Even if something seems impossible, he will try to find a way around it. This is a great character trait, considering that he has big dreams. Most of which involve things like climbing to the top of Ursa, or swimming to the bottom of Fornax to find some sea monsters. Needless to say this can lead to Blip often getting into danger and trouble. Among his other impossible dreams, is one day getting bigger. Blip always holds the hope in his heart that one day he won't be so smol anymore. However this might change later as he may find out that sometimes being smol is helpful...

Blip likes to spend his time swimming around, looking for someone to challenge. He is an incredibly competitive little thing, although even if he tries his best, he usually loses. Does he find a deer? He bets he can run faster than them! Does he hear a bird? He bets he can fly higher than them! Perhaps one day his biggest dreams will be fulfilled. But for now, he will have to live with being smol, not to mention blind. However, he holds respect for those who best him. He accepts defeat, but will work harder than ever for the next time he meets them to beat them.

Blip especially likes to being booped on his very smol nose. Boops make him happy. Head pats make him happy. Belly rubs make him happy. Sometimes he can get really angry and a rub between his eyes tends to calm him down.

Blip may make some friends, if they can get along with his competitive nature. However those that he grows close to may come to like him, and he will make it his official job to help his closest friends and family achieve their own goals, no matter how impossible they may be.

As he gets older and the mobility in his back legs starts to decrease, he will go less and less on land.

Rp Sample:
Blip swam around in the bucket, occasionally poking his head above the water to sniff at the air. Huh? What was this? The once cold air was now considerably hotter, the breath of a creature. "WHO?" yelled Blip. Although in reality it was more like a squeak. His small fishy fingers curled just a bit in challenge. "Hello little one." said the creature. Oh! That must be his dad! Blip swam as fast as he could upwards, and burst out of the water, landing on his father's nose. "Boop!" he said, it was an inside joke.

But, there was another sound. His ears caught the sound of something else. It was in fact, a mouse. Blip did not know that however, Blip could not see. However he FLUNG himself right off of his father's nose in the direction of where he had heard the sound come from, and landed unceremoniously on the ground. "I CHALLENGE YOU!" he declared, and he heard a small huff come from the mouse. It seemed even a mouse didn't feel threatened by his squeaks, and it gave another sigh. "RACE RACE RACE!!!" exclaimed Blip, attempting to flop around at the fastest pace he could to intimidate his opponent, who had already scampered away in boredom.

"Now now little one." Blip was picked up and dropped back into his bucket, content that he had bested a mouse. He had been so intimidating it didn't want to race him! He didn't know that actually wasn't the case.

Other:
The stone will probably be on his forehead, chest, or on his tail unless a position has already been chosen.