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Hello everyone! Since this blog has gotten a bit crowded (due to the many image posts and so on) I’ve moved these guys to a main: @sundcred-and-undone

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unfortunately skekSept does not understand this concept, not what she’s even saying to him. But his large, glassy eyes do follow skekEkt’s gesturing. At the urRu who, seemingly prompted by her shift in attention, lets go of her robes to reach all four arms out to the little skeksis.

Perhaps its compassion, or curiosity, or both.

The youth’s shuddering sob becomes an inhale, a hitch, and suddenly he screeches at his other half. It will surely be heard by the others, and so far skekSept hasn’t been acting much like the other skeksis in their youth … until now. He does not yet understand that to harm the Mystic is to harm himself.

Do not touch -

He shoves his urRu violently and he bolts away from skekEkt. Tripping over his own feet.

@crystalvain @discandi

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below is a small exert from a chapter I wrote back in 2016, around September. It’s weird to me how skekHdax steals the bone mask of the Hunter to wear as protective gear (as when she’s younger, she often hits her head on things) and is just about as wild and uncivilised as skekMal in Ao3.

The boy was focusing on skekUng, stepped back so he was standing directly over his companion. The Chamberlain reached out and grasped the boy’s dark hair and tugged on it violently.

“AH –“

“Come, come, this way it’ll be easy!” He crooned as the youth pried at his fingers, “If you fight, your friend will die!”

Around, jeers lit up. skekOk’s voice, skekShod, the rest.

“Kill him, Lord Chamberlain!”

“Chamberlain –“

The boy turned on his heel and lunged at skekSil, fingers scrabbling at his eyes. But despite his stiff joints, skekSil was stronger – he flung him back, letting him stumble, twisting the youth’s arm in the process.

SkekSept fell backwards with a strangled yelp –

And was then caught in one of the pairs of arms belonging to the other one. The golden youth was on their feet again, and it was only then that all of them noticed. It gave the entire group, even skekSo, who had been ‘presiding’ over the assault, pause.

That mask, they had not seen it for a very long time.

They did not like being reminded of the past.

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Ahem.

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(Because this blog has gotten so cluttered, I may be moving it to its own Main Blog soon, but for now it stays put!)

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I really should've made these guys a main and not a sideblog~

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hit ‘like’ for a brief SeptOnze interaction. (That is, an urSkek)

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It would be a funny (if improbable) interaction to have an urSkek speak to a skeksis. Skeksis, who look down on everything on Thra, who are the biggest sentient creatures, suddenly being faced with these giants. (And the poor Gelfling, they thought the urRu and Skeksis were tall!)

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skkSik needs some screen-time on this blog, for lack of a better term.

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skekAyuk: makes an entire pie just so he can throw it at someone during dinner.

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skekMod. Based on a Cassowary bird. 

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Originally, the second part of the ‘Minor Conjunction’ AU was that SeptOnze and SaatHdax’s cohorts also came to Thra to rescue them, but the inevitable happens, creating an entire new generation of skeksis - all with bone-like crests on their heads. (This includes skekMod and skekRoza, imagines of the two are found here and there.)

I do need to get back to writing those stoires on DA. These two won't apear as muses, I don't think, they need to be written into my actual story series.

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BABY SKEKSIS (i know this is not canon don’t @ me lol)

[molly-gru]

We all mention how the skeksis were once beautiful, but let’s not forget these guys.

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WAA?!

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@discandi

“t’wasn’t my idea.” 

He mumbles bitterly. Ah, but he is in a pickle. The sleeve of his robe - right hand, dominant arm to boot, is shredded - for he got into a skirmish with that skekShod. He was just looking at the trinkets! No need for snapping! The Treasurer was such a pesky and petty fellow.

So here he was, with an uncharacteristically subdued kind of posture, because not many could make him feel even an ounce of shame - except perhaps the Ornamentalist, who was responsible for any of them looking presentable. He still had some pride left, it seemed, enough to paradoxically feel cowed upon damaging such finery.

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“... the biggest sun.” skekSept returns, a deadpan dashed into his tone. And he starts walking swiftly - with a clumsy yet quick kind of gait; those legs of his make for bigger strides. If Kubo isn’t careful he’ll end up jogging after him.

But skekSept’s spirits seemed raised, as do his brows, which haven’t gone down since the bird appeared ... and disappeared. He wondered if anything on Thra could do such a thing. “... is floating magic?”

He thinks of the images on walls, of tall, ethereal beings of light. Two eyes, a nose, long robes. No protruding face - they’re strangely similar to whatever Kubo is.

skekSept leads him into a forest that it chaos incarnate, which begins at the edge of the desert around the Castle ... and suddenly swallows them. Thra has a way of taking the reins. Usually forests trickle into being, there’s no ‘edge’. But such is the effect of the Darkening.

Little orange beings, with tendril heads, poke out of small mounds then slip back inside when Kubo passes, chattering loudly at him in contempt. They do not like moving things!

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starter call for a short thread with skekAyuk or urSol! 

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The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance

1.05: She Knows All the Secrets