Eden (also Alu, Vatra)

@alundrafire.bsky.social

Eden/Alundra/Vatra lion/equine furry, sometimes a dragon 34, trans pan n polyam | she/her I like bagels and I change my icon a lot 🔞 No minors (duh) I post/repost lewds

A lot of people assume FA is profitable. If that were the case we wouldn't have needed a GFM when Neer passed to keep it out of probate. It's been two years. The funds were used. FA is struggling financially. And I am 🌟s t r e s s e d🌟 I'm scared to ask for help, I feel like no matter how much-

Hey guys my mom majorly fucked up dinner and I don't really have anything else to eat right now in the house, my brother doesn't get paid til Wednesday. Mind tossing me something if possible? Ko-fi.com/aquhomo (Or AquwardlyHomosexual@gmail.com for my PYPL)

She painted her nails, her claws, herself. She got it on her fur. She got it on her clothes. She got stripes over her ears and polka-dots on her nose. ✨ Motes Played, a Post-Self story about identity and childhood, is half-off for Skunktember itch.io/s/200343

She used to just wave away her supplies, either letting them dissipate back into her memories or float back to their proper locations in her studio, but some decades prior, she had started using the process of putting things away by hand to unwind from the context of painting.

She split the difference today and forked quickly into four Moteses: one hauled the stool up above her head and trundled over to plop it down in the corner by the workbench; one ran off with the brush and palette to wash them off in the sink; one brought the easel, painting still clamped to it, over to the corner to dry; one tried to do a handstand in the middle of the room while Motes#Root watched. Eventually, she managed for a few seconds before collapsing into a giggling heap.

One by one, the various Moteses quit until #Root was the only one remaining. She pushed herself to her feet, stretched, and padded out of the pleasantly cluttered studio.

“Lights, Dot.”

Motes jumped at the sound of A Finger Pointing’s voice from the couch beside the door. “Oh! Yeah!” she said, forking off one more ephemeral instance to go flip the switch in the studio, make some spooky noises, then quit, all while #Root climbed up to join her down-tree instance on the couch, slouching against her side.