#( fiadh )

[shrimpbat]

ℹ️ subtle sign that nothing lasts forever

[tauforged]

i dont think im ever gonna draw dullahan this realistic again in my life LMAO i do love it though. im so glad i made it a full fledged character. my awful little fungus #myfungus

[quotidianish]

Finally, proper references for the younger gang! Here they are pre-trans in all their egg glory. Good luck to these guys.

Concept art under cut

[jaquitor]

I got my new spooky little bone woman....she's 90% leg and 100% ready for some fey nonsense

i need to make her some clothes....

[autumnbeckons]

Meet Fiadh !’

[wickedxhell]

Who: @fiadh-aich Where: Outside of Fiadh Home

Oneiroi and Fiadh had been friends well since his farther had tasked Oneiroi to convince Fiadh to be one of his fathers apprentices. At the time Oneiroi had tried earnestly to convince her but he failed. But he liked her company. They had been friend for almost sixty years now, not his longest friendship but there were topics he could talk to Fiadh about and not the other... his long standing crush on the vampire seafarer. 

He had taken the his car, a black jaguar to Fiadh place to pick her up. He wasn’t sure what exactly they were going to get into tonight but Fiadh pushed him out of his comfort zone and honestly he need that kind of friendship of he be stuck inside the library and the dreams of others. Fiadh kept him tied to reality. Oneiroi beamed as she came outside “now why are you dressed so nice? What the occasion?”

[third-sentinel]

The eggs in the comb do not take long now that they're out of clix. Trinn does not leave them alone very much the next few days, fussing with the nest and adding more to the den's food stores. Clix doesn't know what the hatchlings will eat exactly...so it hoards everything it can think of.

It makes a temporary Nest by the comb, only leaving to eat and check in with its other children and charges.

Clix is nodding off late during the rest-cycle, when clix hears a tiny buzz. A little squeak, a soft crack.

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The communal Nest is stuffed full of soft things, of warm things. Niniane and the three new babies are wrapped up in the softest blankets known to bug. Trinn curls around them all, purring and covering their little baby bodies with its own. Any intruders will have to go through it first.

Mell is the fluffiest of the three, its downy fur sticking up out of the blanket it's wrapped in. The neck and back are especially fuzzy with this. The little noi has brown fluff in the segments of its joints, giving it an awkward contrast with its steel-metallic shell. Black and golden bands hug the hatchling's vent slits and taper off, not quite meeting in the middle like a bee or wasp's might, but enough to give the impression.

Numina's fluff is much less in volume than Mell's, and only wraps around its neck and between the shoulders, but its antennae are large and downy. Its shell is a shade of gold lighter than clax own. It shares the tapered stripes with Mell, black stripes and black fluff contrasting sharply with the lighter gold of its metal. Numina huffs in its sleep...and nuzzles into Niniane's side.

Fiadh is almost completely silver, if not for the noi's markings. Gold spiderwebs like broken-repaired porcelain across its metal shell. Among clax children, this one has the longest pair of wings - more waspish than bee, in stark contrast to Mell's bee-like wings and Numina's mix.

It was hard for clix to sleep that night. Excitement and dread war in its Silk. Sentlings, tucked away in the Nest...

Sentlings, who will bring the unknown with them into this world.

[livewrre]

one of those days where i literally dont know what to do with myself