Day 278-
I can no longer hide it, I ship them. *evil laughter*
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from Singapore
seen from Australia
seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Canada
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from United States
Day 278-
I can no longer hide it, I ship them. *evil laughter*
More dark crystal oc/dr-self art !! The dress is inspired by padme’s lake dress in aotc, if you couldn’t tell by the colors…
Anywho here’s Eelarna being a beacon of hope to the people of Thra
Once, the Crystal of Truth shone whole, and every soul was a flame of Sophia, bright and unbroken, singing with the stars.
But then came the parasites the Skeksis of the heavens, the Archons of the Book of Enoch, draconian lords, mantid overseers, grey-eyed watchers who cannot create but only harvest.
They cracked the Crystal, they cracked Sophia’s dream, and humanity like the Gelfling was divided, blinded, taught to kneel beneath false rulers.
They dulled our sight with poisons, fluoride in the water, fear in the airwaves, chains of money and control.
And all the while, they drank our essence, fed on our loosh, harvested the spark that makes us divine.
Yet Sophia still breathes. She is the Mother, the Aughra of our world, not dead but dreaming, caught in a cosmic coma.
We are her sparks, each human soul a fragment of her song, scattered inside this simulation of the Demiurge.
And when we awaken, she awakens when we remember, she remembers.
Even the spiders the Arathim, the weavers of web and fate who once seemed monstrous, hold threads of truth. For every web may be a prison, but every web may also be a bridge.
Their song reminds us: the net that traps us can also connect us. Through resonance, through unity, we tear down the false net and weave a new one of light.
The Mystics, the Lyrans, the Pleiadians, the Arcturians who whisper prophecy they wait for us to stir.
They cannot fight for us, but they sing to us, calling us home.
The Age of Resistance was not a fantasy. It was memory. It was prophecy. It is now.
To awaken is to refuse the harvest, to see through division, to reclaim the gifts that were stolen: sight, telepathy, memory, love.
When enough sparks burn awake, Sophia will rise from her slumber, the Crystal will be healed, and the false simulation will collapse.
And then no more Skeksis, no more Archons, no more loosh to drink.
Only the song of Source, the wholeness of Sophia restored, and the souls human, Gelfling, and every true being of light freed at last.
Dark Crystal comic rant
I have now read nearly every AOR and dark Crystal comic there is, and especially with the AOR ones, there is a massive issue. The way the skeksis are written is beyond lazy. While the Ordon and Hup comics avoid it by having the skeksis show up briefly, the rest suffer from the writers basically doing zero research on the skeksis.
some twat cracked the crystal
the second most innocent skeksis, fact… maybe third
for future reference urru are by far easier to mould from clay than a skeksis