#oops almost forgot to rb this here!

[multi-lefaiye]

the birth of a son - short story

oh my god i forgot to post this here. anyway this is the short story i wrote recently about my boy eden <3 this is a lil thing all about the first time he summons/creates his homunculus, eddie!

eddie is a physical manifestation of part of eden's soul, in the form of a little imp with sharp lil teeth. he's cute <3

this is based in the original campaign eden was created for and specifically mentions the other players towards the end!

anyway. uh. i feel a bit awkward tagging the whole art taglist for this one oops, so i'm just gonna tag some folks i think would be interested :'> (no pressure to any of you to read this <3) (if you'd rather i not tag you in stuff like this, pls let me know!)

@skitzo-kero @anexor @moonflowerrss @paradoxspir1t @albatris @invaderskoodge @vacantgodling @jezifster @kk7-rbs @corvus-rose

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After slipping away from the rest of his ragtag little group at breakfast, it takes Eden around twenty minutes of searching before he finds a spot in the fairgrounds to practice his magic.

He’d thought it would be easier, but it seems that everywhere he turns, someone on the staff is there, taking up valuable space while they mingle and chatter. They all seem nice enough, sure, but the consistent lack of privacy has Eden’s skin prickling with unease.

Of course, in the back of Eden’s mind, he knows he hasn’t had true privacy in some time now. Perhaps he never will again.

(He absently flexes the fingers of his right hand at the thought, feeling white-hot sparks of energy crackle between them.)

But now is not the time to dwell on that.

Soon enough, Eden finds a place to hide, a small nook behind one of the larger tents. Separated from the outside by a thin, beaded curtain, it’s hardly much at first glance: just a low bench with red cushions, a single table, and a lantern bathing the space in a warm, flickering light.

This must be a place for performers to wait for their turn to go onstage. It’s decently comfortable-looking, after all, and just out of sight. Or perhaps it’s somewhere for crew members to take a break, sipping a drink away from the hot sun. Maybe it’s-

He’s getting off-track. Who fucking cares what it’s normally used for? It’ll do for his purposes, and that’s what matters.

Eden lets the curtain fall closed behind him and takes a seat on the bench, ignoring the twinge of pain in his knees as he sinks down. The cushion is thick and comfortable, sinking only slightly under his weight as he gets settled. It almost makes him uneasy for reasons he doesn’t know how to articulate, but he chooses to put that out of his mind. That’s not important.

What’s important is the gem hidden in his pocket, a glimmering black opal. It’s small, only a little bigger than a marble, but it’s worth more than its weight in gold. If he were so inclined, he could sell this marble and, presumably, live comfortably for decades to come.

(At least, that was what that ringmaster fuck had told him when Eden had explained what he needs for this spell. He isn’t sure how much he trusts that fucking freak’s assurances on anything, but that’s not the point. Like the room and the strangely disquieting bench, the marble will work for what Eden needs.)

Eden takes the marble out, staring down at it as he rubs it lightly with one clawed finger. At first glance, the gem’s surface is smooth and inky black, but as he stares closer he sees flecks of other colors hidden in the darkness. Shining yellows, vibrant greens, burning reds, icy blues, and dozens more all swirling together. It’s beautiful, Eden supposes, but he’s never been a particularly good judge of that sort of thing. It almost reminds him of-

The thought dies a swift death before it can finish forming. He needs to stop stalling and letting his mind wander. He has work to do.

With that in mind, Eden holds up the opal, allowing it to catch the light from the lantern, and closes his eyes. Then, in a low voice, he begins to speak, the long-forgotten words falling off his tongue with practiced ease.

“Ex hac gemmā, nāscere, homuncule.”

As he speaks, he feels the gem grow warm between his fingers, vibrating as each word washes over it. All at once, the air in the alcove seems to warm by several degrees, the air around Eden’s head swirling and churning with potential. Eden’s breath slows, and he opens his hand, allowing the opal to float slowly upward. He says the words again.

“Ex hac gemmā, nāscere, homuncule.”

There’s a loud crackle in the air, deafening in the otherwise silent space, and something deep inside Eden’s chest aches. His heart is pounding behind his ribs, a trapped bird desperately trying to escape its cage, and for one brief, hysterical moment, he fears it’s going to burst. But rather than frighten him, the knowledge only sends a thrill through him. And he says the words again, one more time.

“Ex hac gemmā, nāscere, homuncule!”

As he says the words one final time, his eyes fly open, glowing white, and watches as the gem pops. He feels a burst of agonizing, searing pain in his gut, strong enough to make him double over and bite back a shout, as the opal shatters in a shower of white and gold sparks. The flame in the lantern snuffs itself out, plunging the little nook in darkness, and all at once the air is still, silent, and cold.

Eden lets out a shaky breath. The pain is beginning to fade, but he rubs his abdomen for a moment nonetheless. It’s never hurt that much to perform this spell before, but he chalks that up to how long it’s been. After all, he last summoned the creature when he was still in university, finishing his doctorate.

“Doc?”

Eden lifts his head, eyes wide as he stares at the little creature sitting on the table before him. It’s small, just enough to fit in the palm of his hand, and looking up at him with its head tilted to the side. He can’t discern its features in the darkness, though, and that just won’t do. Almost unconsciously, Eden lifts a hand and snaps his fingers at the lantern, willing it to light again as he casts produce flame. It does so with a flash of gold, and once again the room is bathed in low, warm light. Despite that, it feels strangely cold.

He hardly notices, though, instead turning his attention to fully regard the creature looking up at him--his homunculus.

The homunculus looks different from how he remembers him, but at first it takes a moment for Eden to figure out what’s wrong. He looks mostly the same. Small, bipedal, with hind legs like a rat. Two nubby horns. Pointed ears. Mop of curly golden hair, hanging just past his tiny shoulders. Bat-like wings, connected to his forelimbs the same way. Sharp claws. Round, humanoid facial features. Short tail. Fluffy-

It’s then that it strikes Eden what’s wrong. The homunculus is covered in a fine layer of lavender fur, only broken up by patches of scales on his face and legs. That’s new.

The homunculus blinks at him, then smirks wryly as he tilts his head to the other side, like a puppy. “What’s wrong, Doc?” he asks, his voice just as high-pitched as Eden remembers. “You forget how to talk?”

He’s just as rude as Eden remembers, at least, and the realization is such a relief that he laughs, a wide grin spreading across his face.

“No,” he says, “I was just making sure you didn’t come out dangerously deformed this time. You’re no use to me if you die after five minutes.” The homunculus scoffs, offended.

“I’ll have you know, any problems in my physical form are your fault, as the alchemist in this situation,” he says matter-of-factly. “You should know that, Doc. That’s the first thing they teach you at that stupid magic college. Or did you lose your fuckin’ brain cells when you graduated?”

“I can send you right back,” Eden reminds him, reaching out to flick the little creature. “Don’t sass me, brat.” It’s an empty threat, and it seems they both know it, if the way the homunculus’ eyes light up are any indication.

“Yes, yes, go ahead!” he squeaks, flapping his wings as he swats at Eden’s hand. He seems to be balancing well, not swaying even slightly as he bats at Eden. “Waste the precious resources you used to summon me!” Eden reaches around to poke at the homunculus’ back, grinning at the indignant squeal he receives in response.

“Motor skills look good so far,” Eden hums thoughtfully. “And, clearly, not existing for 634 years hasn’t done anything to your cognitive ability.”

“Why would it have?” the homunculus drawls. “You look like you’re doing fine.” If he’s surprised to hear how long it’s been since he was last summoned, it doesn’t show on his face.

“Fair point,” Eden agrees. He knows the homunculus is created from the essence of his very soul, so perhaps it isn’t too surprising that the little freak is doing just fine. After all, occasional aches and pains aside, Eden’s been remarkably unaffected by his own resurrection. Though… if the creature came from his soul, is that why it’s covered in fur this time?

Perhaps the curse has more of a grip on me than I thought.

It’s a disquieting realization, but Eden puts it to the side for now. He has more pressing concerns, like catching up with the homunculus.

“Things have changed since you were last here,” he begins, reaching out one hand. The homunculus has the audacity to look offended, rolling his eyes as he climbs onto Eden’s outstretched palm.

“No shit,” he says. “For one thing, you look--and smell--a lot more like a corpse than usual. When’s the last time you took a shower?” Despite his grumbling, the homunculus gladly clambers up Eden’s arm, digging in his tiny claws to keep his balance, before settling on the tiefling’s shoulder. “And when’s the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

“Fuck you, I’m perfectly fine.” Eden flicks the creature’s nose, smiling as the homunculus nips his fingers in response. The creature’s teeth are sharp, but far too small to cause any more pain than a slight prickling sensation. It reminds Eden of a teething puppy.

“Anyway,” Eden continues, “that’s not the point. I’ve been… traveling, let’s say, so you’re gonna have to get used to that while you’re sticking around.” He can’t imagine that’s going to be a problem--the homunculus is a notoriously adaptable creature. Really, all the creature needs is food to eat, a place to sleep, the chance to relieve himself on occasion, and the presence of his creator.

“Eh,” the homunculus says, “that’s okay. Didn’t think you were the adventuring type, but whatever.” He’s making himself comfortable on Eden’s shoulder, curling his tail around himself. “That why you smell bad?”

“I don’t smell bad,” Eden says. He moves on before the creature can protest, shifting his stature automatically to account for the additional weight on his shoulder. His joints ache at the movement, but he ignores them. “Anyway, I’ve also been doing a lot of fighting. There’s a lot of things that want me dead, turns out, and we both know that you aren’t built to handle a situation like that.”

“I could be,” the homunculus offers. “I could bite the shit out of someone. I could kill them. I could disembowel them with my powerful fangs-”

“You couldn’t bite through the skin of an apple without help,” Eden tells him. “Stop lying.” In response, the homunculus bites his neck, only serving to prove Eden’s point as the action prompts nothing more than a snort. “You’re not helping your case here.”

“I hate you,” the homunculus grumbles. “You’re the meanest alchemist alive, Doc.” He settles down on Eden’s shoulder, curling up like a little kitten. “You’re so mean to me, your only son.”

“That I am,” Eden agrees, ignoring the way something in his chest flutters at the homunculus referring to himself as Eden’s son. He’ll have to remind him not to do that. “Anyway, we’ll have to figure out a plan to keep you out of the fray the next time a fight happens, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” The homunculus hums in agreement. It seems the creature’s initial burst of energy is waning, and now it seems to be growing tired.

“Anything else, Doc?” the homunculus asks. “Or can I take a nap? Being born is very tiring, you know.” Eden hesitates briefly before he answers.

“Well,” he says, “I’m traveling with some new… friends. I should give you a primer on them before you meet them, so you don’t embarrass both of us.” The homunculus lifts his head to shoot Eden a dirty glare. Before the creature can protest, though, Eden continues. “Look, I can already tell some of them are going to adore you, you annoying shithead, but the other ones would probably gladly swat you like a fly if you get too close.” At that, the homunculus’ eyes widen in unease.

“You have bad taste in friends, if they’d kill a piece of you that quickly,” the homunculus tells him gravely. It’s Eden’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Stop being dramatic,” he warns the creature. “I just mean that you’re an annoying little gnat. If any of them wanted to smack you for it, I probably wouldn’t be able to stop them.” That doesn’t seem to offer the creature any comfort, but he nods.

“Okay,” the homunculus says. “Alright. Tell me about them. I need to know which ones to avoid.”

And so he does. He starts from the beginning, telling the homunculus about each new ally in order of meeting them.

Pevier, the gentle aasimar. Naive at times, sometimes frustratingly so, but full of a genuine desire to help and do good that Eden can’t help but admire. At times, Eden believes Pevier doesn’t deserve to be here, but he supposes that just speaks to the cruelty of the world they’re in. It may be impossible to do forever, considering the threats they face, but Eden wants to protect that naivete, if he can.

Hyndrol, the sharp-witted elf. Clever and quick on her feet and with her words, trading barbs with Eden with an ease that makes him feel remarkably at home just as much as it drives him up the wall. He can tell she has her secrets, but he can’t exactly begrudge her that, all things considered (after all, they’re all hiding one thing or another). She’s loyal to the end when it matters, for better or for worse, and he respects that.

Barley, the cursed tabaxi. Unlike anything Eden has ever seen in his life, with a charming smile and a ferocity boiling just beneath the surface that has him deeply curious. Eden genuinely cares about what Barley thinks of him, much more than he has with anyone in a long time, and the realization makes him deeply uncomfortable. He can’t quite escape the feeling that he’s not measuring up, no matter how hard he tries.

Strata, the powerful dragonborn. Tall and brutal, overwhelming in her strength and awe-inspiring to see in action, and remarkably intimidating even when relaxed. Eden normally wouldn’t put much thought into the feelings of someone he’s known for such a short amount of time, but he can only imagine how strange this all is for her, a literal fish out of water in a world that thinks her kind is extinct. He admires her strength, physically and otherwise, but he’s sure the feeling isn’t mutual. No matter. As long as Strata stays with the group, Eden can accept her disdain.

And, finally, James, the mysterious elf, the newcomer. Dark and intriguing, cloaked in shadow despite his generally friendly demeanor. Eden still isn’t completely sure what possessed him to approach the stranger with the offer of joining them at the circus, aside from sheer impulsiveness and a need for someone to want him around, but here he is nonetheless. He seems decent enough, but… well. Time will tell how poor that decision turns out to be, Eden supposes, but if nothing else, he seems like a good ally for now.

Predictably, most of the nuances of Eden’s relationships with his new friends go over the homunculus’ head. All the creature cares about, of course, is how easily he’ll be able to convince each of them to pat his head and give him apple slices.

“You’ll get to meet them soon enough,” Eden sighs. Absently, he lifts one hand to stroke the creature’s back, smiling despite himself at the ragged little purr he receives in response. “And you can get started on your diabolical scheming to kill me in my sleep and take my place.”

“Sounds like a plan!” the homunculus chirps, nuzzling his hand. “Give it a week! They’ll like me better in no time.” He then yawns. “But… wanna sleep right now. We can meet ‘em later.” He closes his eyes, making himself cozy, and then reconsiders after a moment, opening one eye to look at Eden curiously. “... No. Sleep now. Then food. Then friends. I haven’t eaten in 600 years.”

“You haven’t existed in 600 years,” Eden points out. “You haven’t had a stomach to feed.” The only response he receives is a quiet little snore, and he huffs a sigh, rolling his eyes fondly. Still, he settles back into the bench, letting the creature snooze on his shoulder.

He can find everyone again later. For now, he can just enjoy some peace and quiet with his creation.

[galaxia-art]

[image description: 2 anthropomorphic cats in the same colour scheme as the bi and pan pride flags. the first image has both in the same image over a bi &pan flag gradient, the other 2 images are each cat on a transparent background. The bi cat is purple with darker patches, short fur, and a wirey tail. they're themed like a pirate, with a peg leg and eyepatch, blue trousers, an open pink shirt, and a purple sash belt. the pan cat is yellow with a slightly lighter underside. they're themed like a knight, with a pan flag shield almost as big as them, blue armour, and pink underarmour. end id]

Realised I forgot to post the rest of the cats, oops. Anyway here's the bisexual and pansexual fantasy pride cats!

The two I have left to upload are the genderfluid and intersex ones. I'm currently planned on doing the poly flag next because someone at a convention asked if i had any so I want to next time! they didnt specify if they meant polyamorous or polysexual so i might as well do both. If anyone wants to suggest any other flags they want to see as pride cats like this, please do suggest which ones so ill get to them faster!

Also, I have these on my redubble or my etsy! i'll have to link them in a rb because tumblr and its link problems.

some more cats

intersex inclusive progress pride flag | lesbian | mlm

nonbinary | transmasc | transfem

asexual

aromantic

misc sketch ideas

EDIT: if you want these I have them as stickers and wooden pins on etsy! i also have them on my redbubble

[poopjaculator]

Rant because I’m pissed off

Scroll past cause this is honestly just some petty bs but I need to get my thoughts out before I explode

ROOMMATE PROBLEMS

Replacing names because duh

So, I live in a house with my boyfriend (we’ll call him Optimus Prime (or OPAF), and 3 others, well call them Kind Human (KH), Rugby Bro (RB) and Cornholio (Cornholio)

We all met a few years back at an old job, I’ve always been super tight with OPAF, RB, and KH. Cornholio and I were cool but the friendship has always been uneasy because Cornholio doesn’t like that KH and I are best friends.

Cornholio is one of those people who just doesn’t get it. Y’know? They are extremely attached to KH and gets jealous (has stated this to me point blank) when they see me and KH hanging out or drinking in the living room or literally just laughing at the others joke. It’s crazy. cornholio has also done petty things like not talk to KH for 3 fucking months, never having discussed what was making him mad and then got upset because when Cornholio wanted to sit down and talk it out, KH didn’t want to (for obvious reasons)

That’s not even the tip of the iceberg, but we’ll be here all day if I keep going like this. So, the whole story condensed is basically “Cornholio always stirs up trouble and then pitches a fit when we call him out for it so as a result we’ve been tiptoeing around his feelies for over a year now.

For the rest of this, I’m just going to talk about what has gone down in the last 2 days.

We’ve been having issues with the thermostat at night, it’ll mysteriously be set WAY below what we all agreed on as a house (72 degrees) and we all wake up as human popsicles. I put a message up on our whiteboard that read “Whoever keeps turning the thermostat down please stop, we agreed on 72 degrees, thank you.” Nothing rude, nothing accusing. That night it got dropped down to 68. Now, mind you, it’s been hella cold at night because March is angry that we considered planting things last month because of the unusual heat (yay global warming!!) Mind you, I know Cornholio has been the culprit a couple of times because I’ve seen him come down and change it when he thinks I’m asleep on the couch. This time, however, Cornholio hasn’t been home all night, so there was no way it was him. OPAF wrote a message on the board the read “fucking seriously??? 68 degrees??” I didn’t think anything of it because everyone is allowed a voice and there was no way Cornholio could take offense because HE. WASN’T. HOME. THAT. NIGHT. Unless he drove 45 minutes just to fuck with the thermostat and leave which I see as unlikely. So, I left it there. I’ve been having a lot of car troubles and I went to Advanced Auto to see if I could fix it and got stuck there for several hours, so the house was left unattended for an unknown amount of time. Anyways, I get home and ALL THE MESSAGES HAVE BEEN ERASED and in there place is huge message in 4-year-old handwriting that reads “Door left unlocked”. This enraged me, how dare you erase my message about the thermostat and just leave that without ANY acknowledgement of the message. I then decided maybe I was being irrational and messaged KH and OPAF to ask, and they were on my side so I felt justified. I decided to take the highground though (Cornholio was upstairs asleep in his room) I erased the entire board and put the original message back up plus “when cornholio came home, the front door was unlocked” and “please do not erase messages without acknowledgement”. A few hours later, OPAF, KH, and myself are chilling in the living room and Cornholio comes down, looks at the board and only erases the part about not erasing without acknowledgement. OPAF speaks up and asks him not to do that, Cornholio then goes into a triad about how he erased it because he’s the last one to read it and that’s acknowledgement enough (which would hold water if he had erased the other 2 messages as well). I point out that RB hasn’t seen it, as he was just then walking in the door. It was a lot more heated than that but Cornholio basically turned and told RB what he had erased, looked at me and said “there”, and stomped upstairs. It was a lot more heated than that and I actually cried. I have tried the hardest out of everyone in this house to cater to and coddle Cornholio, to understand him. But, he keeps throwing this shit in my face. Now, I had already had a long fucking day because of my car and everything else and I just ran outside and broke down crying, I was livid. KH came outside with OPAF and comforted me. Fast-forward to a couple hours later, it was about 6am, I hadn’t gone to bed yet and I was admittedly a little drunk (I was about 6 beers in, oops), Cornholio comes downstairs. I am cuddling our pitbull on the couch because he makes an excellent pillow so long as you don’t mind the wiggles, Cornholio sees us cuddling and proceeds to call the dog to go sleep upstairs with him (which I didn’t mind, the dog sleeps with him almost every night, no big). I started to apologize to Cornholio for being so emotional earlier and try to explain my side of things, I don’t get that far. Cornholio cuts be off and starts attacking me about how the messages on the board made him feel personally attacked (remember the “fucking seriously” message from the night that he wasn’t home? Yeah, he was offended about that. And taking it out on me even though I obviously didn’t write it (OPAF signed it)). I start raising my voice, telling him that I’m stressed out too, and tell him about my car. He breezes over that and says his shitty behavior is okay because “he’s in pain” (he recently spent some time in the hospital because he forgot to drink water), I tell him I’m in pain too (was going to mention the medical issues I’ve been having) but he cuts me off AGAIN and goes “yeah, emotional pain which isn’t important” I was enraged, I swear for the first time in a long time I started seeing red. I yelled at him to get out, he stormed out.

Today, I’m at home because I had to wait for my car to get out of the shop (an uber to work is too damned expensive and I’m quitting in 2 weeks anyways), I’m cuddling on the couch again with Tyson when who do I hear come in? Cornholio. Now, I had 2 options. I could yell at him and really tell him what I thought, or I could give him the silent treatment and give him a taste of his own medicine. I chose the latter, because it’s easier and I’m not calm enough to make my thought cohesive and deal with him not letting me talk. I didn’t even acknowledge the bastard, I could tell he wanted to say something though, cause he stood over me for a good minute and then thought better of it (I would have kept ignoring him though). Then he left, that’s the last interaction that I’ve had with him today.

I get it, a lot of this seems super petty, and it is, but I’m 22, and Cornholio is almost 15 years older than me. If they want to act like a child, I will treat them like a child. Not only is this relationshit with my roommate an abusive one, but he could at least give me a reach around if he’s gonna fuck me over like this. I’ve tried fighting fire with water and flour, it doesn’t work, I’m fighting back with fire now, prepare to burn Cornholio.