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//i spent two fucking hours on this so fucking look at it and appreciate it
STARTER CALL.
❝ oh MY! you are the most beautiful being in thra!
❝ — that’s a mirror.
merry SkekMas
merry skekmas to you too, sire!
For skekmas I want new thread and fabric and for everyone else to stop being ugly
skek “i look more snatched that anyone in this room” ekt
crystalclaimed:
OF HIS KIND SkekUng was surely the least concerned with appearance. After all, why should he, a great WARRIOR, devote time and energy to something as trivial as glitter and gold? It was preposterous! Fabrics and jewels were not fearsome, they were… PRETTY.
Alas, he was a Skeksis, and as they all were, he too was drawn to that which glitters by their greedy disposition.
“ Of course I will! I will be fearsome and strong– and these robes will so such, yes? GILDED plates worthy of an EMPEROR! Ha-ha! Yes, this will do… Ah, but what will you need? The Garthim can pluck whatever supplies we lack from across the lands. ”
they giggle to themself, their long tail swishing about beneath their robes. oh they do LOVE this! very seldom does skekung agree to let the ornamentalist clothe him, after all, he is a brute. the general--- and now emperor, cares not for elegance and appearance. it’s almost admirable, were it not REVOLTING.
❝ ah! well first, sire, i must take your measurements! it won’t take long i assure you. ❞ they reach into their sleeve, producing a worn tape measure between clawed fingers.
i promised u fuckers a gijinka.
crueleyes:
The queen of the neighboring kingdom had come to discuss a new peace treaty, however a part of her had wished the king was in her stead. Or at least could be here by her side to discuss the matter. After all, it had originally been his kingdom that he ruled over. She had only just recently taken up the mantle to settle all the affairs. Though the queen was not alone, she had been escorted by two loyal subjects to the crown. Two pestering goblins that only ever bickered with each other. It was mind numbing. And Sarah needed to escape the madness that had encompassed her life since arriving.
Stepping out on a highly detailed twisted terrace and overlooking the kingdom that was ruled by the Skesis. Sarah had known there were a vast majority of issues arising, however it was none of her business to go sticking her nose into places where it didn’t belong. Never had she felt so alone, and actually missed the king. A heavy hearted sigh, before running her hand through her long dark locks. Closing her eyes as she felt her heavy eyebrow twitch some. A sound had her alerted to one of the Skesis standing behind her. Honestly unsure as to which one it had been. Since her arrival it had been a blur.
They’d all had similar names. The woman would be lying if she could tell them apart entirely. Though some had started to paint a better picture in her mind. More details were shown in the dressings. “ Oh, I apologize. I was just looking over the kingdom. It is rather hard to imagine the differences that our kingdom’s have. ” Her gaze shifting back out onto the kingdom.
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the arrival of the queen had been well expected by the nine; emperor skekung had informed the ornamentalist to be sure they all looked their best for this occasion. they worked TIRELESSLY through the nights sewing and spinning, clawed hands aching from the strain of doing so--- not that skekekt minded. they had nothing else to do, and the opportunity to clothe their companions in something other than the RAGS they typically wore was exciting.
their EMPEROR decided sending skekekt to mingle would be the best option; something about how their feminine nature would get along best with the queen. they wanted to protest--- but decided against it. they ARE the most polite out of the bunch, socializing isn’t skekung’s strong suit. . . or anyone else’s, for that matter. but skekekt? a NATURAL.
❝ hm? yes! i suppose so--- though, to tell you the truth, i’ve never seen yours. we cannot leave the crystal unattended! ❞ which wasn’t a complete lie, they ARE the lords of the crystal; but the matter runs a bit deeper than that. ❝ though i would very much like to see it. ❞ that came out contemplative, their eyes turned downwards. no GUARANTEE of that, though. the future holds nothing but uncertainty for them, tethered to their crystal they HAVE to stay.
look they’re friends
//these are from this summer but oh well. (He/him)
young skekekt things:
they would dance all the time. they’d usually try to get another skeksis to dance with them, but also would dance with the gelflings.
they had a beautiful singing voice, which is the reason they are in charge of the podling choir.
the clothing they wore when young was much lighter so they could move about quickly.
they would make little clothing for gelflings and would dress them up, they made friends very easily
crystalscourge:
“ no, they don’t, ” he hissed under his breath as he took a step to their side, careful not to let anyone else see. still as torn and tattered as before, the rot of his flesh peered through every tear. thankfully, the chamberlain knew he could turn to skekEkt should he need anything; their presence, though rather skittish and flighty, lent itself to a moment of peace.
a single, crooked finger hushed the other. “ …and they shouldn’t know. please be quiet, only friend. i need to ask something of you, then i will leave. ”
❝ leave. . .? but------ ❞ they cut themself off, shutting their beak and letting their eyes drop to the ground. no point; the chamberlain only seeks out to USE them. they want to SNORT at the use of the word friend, but they hold off. skeksil doesn’t have FRIENDS, he has puppets he likes to YANK the strings of. skekekt sighs, ring encircled fingers clutching onto their own robes. ❝ fine. . . ❞
they don’t know WHY they just can’t say no to the chamberlain. they like skeksil, they can’t help but want to make him happy--- perhaps they really ARE the weak link amongst the nine. none of the others would lift so much as a FINGER to help each other; yet they feel a PANG of something when skeksil suffers, they simply can’t resist lending aid.
//im gonna make humble by kendrick lamar my autoplay
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TRAIL BY NOODLE
i challenge
ekt, watching their hard made clothing being ripped off of chamberlain:
//when ekt was young they used to be such a flirt. with anyone and everyone.