I don't have any art for them but I figure with the most recent HSBC update now is the perfect time to share mine!

I have a very-very-very-in-development fanventure tentatively called 'SGrub Adventure 2: Battle'. The game/adventure follows a typical cast of a dozen trolls, but the game they're playing is a fake and the world they live in is basically within the Medium of a very ancient session.

That ancient session hosts my fanspecies! Tentatively called pixies, there are six 'castes' (though they are largely non-hierarchical), each represented by a different character. The vibe of the species and setting is neo-Gothic (if it were described by someone who skimmed the Wikipedia page) and randomly loaded with references to N64 Zelda games. Its implied that they were a species Rose was working on before we got to the nymphs. Below is their creation myth, which delineates the six types in bold and implies some mythological connection to the Dirk/Rose/Terezi crew.

In the beginning, the Author was tasked by her father, the Puppet-master, to write for him a new play. And so the Author wrote of Fables. Every aspect of our anatomy were devised in the Author's image; oily black surfaces, writhing limbs, innumerable mouths, eyes, and teeth. The Author looked on what she had made with pride.

When the Puppet-master set his eyes on us he weighed our fates in his heart. Now, the Puppet-master loved the Author very much, and her creations were always his most favorite. But, there was no role in his stage for us. Disappointed, the Author complied with her duties and cast us away.

Our figures stagnated in the dark for eons before light found us again. The Lawmaker, appointed sentry among our creators, saw us through the fog and shadow. Lungs boiling with rage, the Lawmaker's red glare darted between her discovery and her counterparts.

The Lawmaker wanted to impose justice and punish her counterparts. She wanted to watch as they were rendered to flame, then to ash, then to soil.

Though the Lawmaker came before her counterparts, the Puppet-master and the Author were exponentially more powerful. Knowing she couldn't defend us from our creators, the Lawmaker sought to free us. With the pixies in her clutches, she flapped her great, squamous wings and careered us across reality. We were carried through the cosmos, our savior weaving in and out of its edges. Eventually, she stopped, and breathed out our sun. Then, the Lawmaker bore a vast dragon's egg and set it to be our home.

She set the heaviest pixie first, on the edge of the forest. As it found ground, its shape compressed with the atmosphere, with only fiber and horn from the past to remain. The sharpest one of us the Lawmaker dropped in the flatlands. Its blades dulled and barrels shortened as carcasses from the land were woven around its new bones. The wayfarer among us was let go in the swamps; its thousandfold arms constricted into scales and chitin and earth. She loosed the shrewdest one of us in the dark marshes. Its countless perceptive senses turned inward, plunging into less tangible realities. The strangest one of us was discharged along the way, its body scattered piecemeal around the face of Germina. Finally, the Lawmaker released the most beautiful one of us on the mountaintops. Its iridescent appendages shrank as its allure twisted into illusion and veneer. To this one, she passed down her ability to weave memory, so that they may unite us throughout conflict and rule us with impartial reality.

Exhausted, the Lawmaker, our savior, our First Dragon, returned to her post.

Not a ton of physical description because each of the types of Pixie look vastly different, other than usually being humanoid in shape. Some more tidbits:

- Rather than aging, the pixies' biological tissue constantly grows and hardens. They can be killed, however.

- Rather than bleeding, a pixie's wound will emit a mimicry that is different for each individual, or 'shedsound'. I.e., a warrior pixie's shedsound would be the roar of battle.

- Some decades ago, the planet's orange-red sun was supernaturally changed to purple. Under the purple sun, pixies' tissue would grow and harden rapidly and they would lose control of themselves. They also become incredibly hard to kill with these traits, so there were years of disaster before the societal survivors built underground cities to avoid the constant ever-growing horrorterror-esque kaiju.

- Also because I'm proud of these, the name of the six player pixies are: Oils Anoint, Your Majesty, Hunt Safely, Just Turned, Grim Future, and Dust Settles!