#indrid

[bone-yarrow-art]

Nine different flavors of moth!!!

ID Below!!!

[image description: a digital canvas filled with various depictions of Indrid Cold as the Mothman. Image one shows a waist-up shot of Indrid with cartoonish tears in his eyes. Image two shows a mothlike hand holding a human hand, with the words “Mothman believes in you” around it. Image three is Indrid staring forward, surrounded by hearts as he blushes. Image four depicts Duck Newton, probably chastising Indrid in his moth form, as Indrid stares down at him, a thought bubble coming up that says “friendship”. Image five shows Indrid’s moth form absolutely drenched with water. Image six has Indrid laying on his back, as he tosses a plush version of the Flappy Bird up in the air. Image seven is just Indrid staring at the camera, a look of surprise on his face. Image eight is Indrid sleeping, cuddled up to his flappy bird plush. Image nine depicts Indrid Cold the Mothman as the tbh creature. End description.]

[totallytoasty]

Indrid. Brain rot.

[gruvu]

I wanted to draw my fallout 76 oc and he is a mothman cultist, mostly an melee kind of dude and also bonus I met a grandma on there and they are great.

[justatouchjaded]

(Continued from here | Now for @prophecyguided !)

@pine-guards-chosen-one :

For now he did as told, consciously controlling his breathing, forcing it into a slower, more regular pattern. As Diamond shifted closer to sit with him, Indrid leaned his head against the other.

“Do you ever dream about your own death, Diamond? Because I have... Too many times... And tonight just happened to be a particularly bad one...” he said softly. “Being drawn and quartered is a terrifying way to go when you think about it. You’re dragged behind a horse to the gallows, hung until you’re very close to dead where they then cut you down, disembowel and behead you, then use horses to rip your body into pieces. Sometimes they don’t behead you and simply rend your head from your body with the horses...”

It was odd how distant and matter of fact his voice was as he spoke. He’d had plenty of others about being hunted or even attacked in their home. This was no different, even if it was one of the more gory nightmares.

Diamond sighed, tilting his head to lean against the top of Indrid’s under the assumption that their hair was probably at least as much of a barrier as clothing would be. 

“Stars, Indrid. That sounds miserable. I’m sorry.” Not for the first time, Diamond found himself grateful that memories from his previous lives weren’t fully integrated into his physical brain unless he actively dwelled on them; the vast bulk of them didn’t tend to shape his dreams overmuch. Even so, enough of them did. And he could empathize far more with what Indrid was describing than he’d like, right down to the miserable, weary weight of repetition. 

But Diamond knew better than to assume Indrid would need the same things that Diamond would want after a dream like that. “What do you want to do?”

[gaytheropods]

When the Indrid is Steampunk...

[the-boy-in-a-motheaten-sweater]

Indrid fell that day too. - - - It’s 6am and instead of sleeping I made this! I hope you all like it! I am going to go sleep now.

[k1ckback]

Diversity win, Indrid Cold from TAZ Amnesty is autistic

[silvascribble]

Some pretty neat Amnesty characters!