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What I post: Mostly, when I remember, art for my ocs, though I am also into various fandoms and you will see me reblog a lot of stuff related to them, as well as some art once in a blue moon.
Blood, dung and bodily matter are mixed with soil to create a mixture called ‘Humus’, in a giant magically imbued ceramic vessel called a Venus Pot, which acts as an artifical womb. Over the course of 30 or so days, the pot develops a fetus, that is then siphoned blood by the wizard, whether it be their own or that of men and animals, to nourish a homunculus. Homunculi are artificial creatures made by magical means, often for testing, labor, or companionship. They lack souls, are typically simple in mind and body (unless a great deal of resources are used) and have short lifespans of up to fourteen months.
Each homunculi pictured is an example of a different type. Of course, these do not encompass all homunculi, as they are immensely diverse and personalized to each wizards will and making.
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Bestial homunculi - The altered form of a singular existing animal. They are created by placing the corpse of a natural beast into the Venus pot. Here, a hare has been given the skin of a man thanks to the blood from the ‘parent’ wizard, and its body has wrapped around itself into a bipedal form. Due to the wizard creating it being a worshipper of Diane, the moon God, the customary presence of colloidal silver in the ritual has given the homunculi argyria.
Homullus - A ‘little man’, typically made for testing medicines and alchemical solvents meant for human use. They are small, infantile humanoids with basal brain functions.
Jumentum - Homunculi ‘recipes’ patented by the Magostate (wizard council) for purposes such as labor, warfare or communication. The jumentum homunculi seen here are Tapping-Boys, small spider-like homunculi that relay coded messages through dances, taps and whistles.
Chimera - Two forms fused into one being. Here, the crushed remains of a giant snail’s shell have been added to the Humus alongside the wizard’s DNA to create the desired result.
Lutum - A ‘pure’ homunculus made from the blood of other homunculi, typically to ‘breed’ out animalistic or human traits they have accrued. These homunculi get their name from clay, due to their often featureless, globular bodies. They often suffer and live only a few months due to the incestuous nature of their creation. They are typically made for shows and sports, and they are looked down upon and regulated heavily by the Magostate.
The Magostate regulate the creation of Homunculi heavily, in Gomela and all of its annexed states. Feral homunculi are a danger to the natural and manmade world, as they are invasive and are not constrained by natural instincts (causing issues such as engorgement on plant matter and overhunting). Some also inexplicably adapt and develop traits they wouldn’t otherwise in the presence of high magical concentrations, such as longer lifespans or rudimentary asexual reproduction. There is a black market for patented Jumentum and back-alley ‘breeds’ of Lutum and Chimera.
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I have so so so so so much art to compile, and we're starting here. not going to lie to you this is almost all gems.
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Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.