#luidaeg

[quietflorilegium]

“Silence is not endorsement. Sometimes it’s just silence.”

The Luidaeg, Seanan McGuire, "Silver and Lead"

[ongreywings]

October Daye Series

Does anyone know the birth order of Titania's children? I swear that in the Unkindest Tide the Luidaig says that Captain Pete is Titania's oldest "Count Lorden, you may know her better by her given name: Amphitrite, Firstborn daughter of Titania and Oberon, Mother of the Merrow." But I know Eira/Evening has been referenced as her oldest a ton of times. Is it a typo or am i missing something? At first I thought they were from different lines, but Amphitrite is Titanias since maeve's children accepted her as their own before they realized that she was one of Titania's.

[dragoneyes613]

something something the eldest of the Firstborn being literally unable to lie something something the Last of the First lying so much it becomes one of her titles

[tinydragondice]

I’m back! I’ve had a bit longer of a break from pouring than I planned, but I finally finished up some sets, so the weekly dice drop is back on! As usual, dice will go live at 5pm EST on Sunday (November 19) on my site.

Without further ado, I present the dice!

‘Breakaway’

‘Luidaeg’

‘Haunted’

And some 30mm chonk d20s!

‘Undercurrent’

‘Exoplanet’

‘It’s Frickin Bats!’

[vioqueenofmushrooms]

I'm calling this one "No one talk to the sea witch until she's had her coffee or else"

Under the cut I've put her into my drawing of the her kitchen from another piece

[kineticbismuth]

The Luidaeg playing a game of... something with Poppy. She is clearly winning, can't you see. aka I wanted to doodle how i thought the Luidaeg looked like and ended up posing her playing some sort of board game with her pixie roommate Poppy.

[living400lbs]

“Mother, if you can hear me, I’ve been very good,” said the Luidaeg. “I haven’t killed anyone who didn’t deserve it, not even my sister, who should probably have been killed a hundred times over by now. I haven’t stolen any hearts or broken any vows, and I’m only calling on you now because I need you more than I’ve ever needed you before. Mother, I am your oldest living child. I am your eternity made flesh. Now please, hark to me, heed me here, and open the door before we die a horrible and lingering death in the darkness.” The smell of her magic surged again, this time underscored by roses like I had never smelled before—not the cold, snowy roses of Evening or the perfect hothouse roses of Luna; not even the bloody-thorned roses of my mother’s magic, which used to define my entire world. These were wild roses, untouched by any gardener’s shears and untamed by any horticulturist’s design. They grew where they wanted, thrived where they chose, and would never be anything but their own truest selves, unable to conform to anything else. They were the roses that had grown at the beginning of the world, and the roses that would grow at the end of it. There were a hundred other scents beneath the roses, loam and fresh-turned earth and the sweet decay that leads to new growth, but I knew that what I would remember was the roses. They would stay with me, because . . . because . . .

Because no one could smell Maeve’s magic and forget it.

From The Winter Long by Seanan McGuire

[theunsinkablesappho]

Incorrect October Daye

Luidaeg: Do you want to know how I actually broke my arm? October: Yes Luidaeg: I was hula-hooping. I attend a class for both fitness and for fun. October: Oh my god. Luidaeg: I mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle. October: Why are you telling me this? Luidaeg: Because no one will ever believe you. October: You sick son of a bitch.