#firelings

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Aughra: Hey guys, what's new?

[The Firelings, Boblings, and Zoa casually existing]

All three: The laws of evolution.

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Firelings implies the existence of waterlings...

[sifanjewel]

The following drawings are of my latest OCs. They are poorly drawn (at least in my opinion) but I’m going to share them anyway

This is Azara and her Gelfling lover Raph! They lived early in the Age of Division, years after Chal and Saluna discovered/founded Mythra. Both were born there, with Azara being one of the first fully-formed Firelings of her generation, and Raph one of the last “average”Gelfling of Mythra’s growing population.

I’ll post their general descriptions and backstory tomorrow, which includes how they fell in love. But be warned, their story does not have a happy ending…

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Since we are off to a stunning start with a crazy amount of people signing up [thank you!] it’s time for the first FAQ! [If your question is not answered, shoot me an ask and I’ll get to you ASAP] 

Do I have to match the franchise style? 

No. You create something in your own style. Be that art, writing or edits or anything you can come up with. There are so many stunning styles in this fandom and each is a delight, keep it up! 

How will matching work?

Once sign up closes I will allow myself a few days to match everyone perfectly. It will be random, but I will try to match people who like the same characters. Once I did that I will contact you via your preferred contact method with who you’ll be gifting to, where you can find them and which 3 characters they like and any other relevant info. 

For the Discord people; my Discord is Lackadaisical Skeksis#6969 Please allow me to send you a message <3 Thanks! 

Can I contact my match?

Well, I can’t really stop you if you do it, but the fun of these exchanges is in the surprise. I understand that you may want to contact them to ask them what they want and again, I can’t stop you if you do, but the element of surprise is one you can consider!

What if I’m matched with someone I cannot create for?

You can contact me about that within 24 hours of your matching. I can try to swap people around as I will match people in batches. 

How does the batch-match-system work?

I will try to match people in groups of 10 per day. It’s entirely possible you’ll be matched and your friend isn’t. The batch-match system is a tricky one for me but it’s the best bet to swap people around if a match doesn’t work out. The matching works like this:

A gifts to B who gifts to C. C gifts to D and E gifts to A, etc. You aren’t matched together. You create for person A and person A has a different match. Just don’t worry about it, worrying is my job :)

How does posting the works, work? 

I will make a post about that once matching is done. 

FINALLY; Reblogging or liking this or the original post does NOT sign you up. You need to sign up using the Google Form. 

[the-salty-sifan]

The surface of Thra with the Other Gelfling clans, Skeksis and Gotham shenanigans going on.

The Firelngs and Grottans

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What your favorite Dark Crystal species says about you.

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I do not care if i burn myself i want to hold thurma's hand

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Fireworks (US Sansby)

AO3

Sans and Grillby goes stargazing. Pure fluff.

Fandom: Undertale/Underswap Characters: US Sans, US Grillby

It was a lovely evening. It was no wind, relatively warm – even though cold would not be of any issue this time – and the night sky was completely cloudless. It stretched endlessly, past the horizon, stars splattered over it. Sans marvelled in how gorgeous it was. The moon was not out tonight, which was making the stars shine brighter than ever. The stars in his own eyes grew bigger as he counted the constellations he could find whilst they walked toward the hill they were going to spend the coming hours.

”I see your amazement over them haven’t shrunk, my sweet.”

The warm voice woke Sans out of his haze, and he turned to the fire elemental who accompanied him here tonight. Grillby’s flames was dimmed so they wouldn’t make their night vision worse than necessary, just for Sans’ sake. The thought made him smile even more. Grillby did not much like to dim his glowing flare, and normally there was few things he adored more than the beaming light and warmth they gave away, but when watching the stars it was bound to get difficult if they were as bright as they usual were.

”Of course not.” He breathed, voice much quieter than normal. Looking up at the sky once more his eyelights looked more like explosions than stars. ”How could it? The stars are infinite, there are so many more than even I can count. Who knows what could be up there? Perhaps someone lives out there, watching us like we are watching them. And even if not, they’re so beautiful.”

”Not half as beautiful as you, firefly.”

The line was delivered quickly, smoothly, and with what sounded like completely sincerity. Sans fought the blue blush lightning up his face, making his boyfriend chuckle. Grillby couldn’t just say things like that, and Sans told him that.

The elemental laughed and kissed his skull. It was a warm sound – like all his sounds around the skeleton – and he straightened out his turqoise suit. Not even stargazing on the grass had been enough to get him to change from suits to something more comfortable.

Nothing more was said, or needed to be said, as they in comfortable silence came to the place they had decided on earlier the same day. Sans put out the picnic blanket and his boyfriend pulled out the food basket from his inventory. Together they unpacked and put out everything on its correct places before taking place on it, close together.

The basket had all of both their favourite things – except mexican, as Grillby had decided they could not eat mexican every single day. Greasy burgers, fruity drinks, onion rings, deep-fried fruits of different kinds. None of that sugary stuff Papy liked. Sans couldn’t stand the sweet (and Papy couldn’t stand the grease, which was one of the reasons they mostly ate tacos and other mexican foods at home).

Sans sipped at his drink; some might think it an odd mix with all this greasy bar food and then these luxurious drinks, but it worked well and Sans didn’t really get the chance to drink alcoholic beverages too often since Grillby more or less was the only one who remembered that he most certainly was old enough to drink – not even Papy seemed to do that, and Sans raised him on his own. It was very frustrating, but anything for Papyrus’ mental health. So he had to take the chance when with his boyfriend.

”IT’S DELICIOUS AS ALWAYS, GRILLBZ,” he commented, pressing a skeleton kiss to the other’s cheek. ”STARS, I LOVE YOU.”

”I love you as well, Sans.” Grillby’s flames burned a little hotter, even though they did not get brighter. Sans laughed quietly. He knew the other well enough to know that the other was blushing, and he loved it. Grillby almost never lost his calm, the flame was extremely smooth and graceful, but whenever Sans said those three words he always grew hotter. In both senses. He chuckled at the pun. And then there was one more way he knew of to make the other blush.

”HEY, GRILLBY.” He waited for the other to turn to look at him before he let his grin grow wider. ”IS IT HOT OUT HERE, OR IS IT JUST YOU?”

”I REALLY LIKE YOUR FLAMEBOYANT CLOTHES.”

”WE ALWAYS TELL CHILDREN NOT TO PLAY WITH FIRE, BUT I THINK I’D LIKE TO DO THAT ONCE WE GET HOME.”

Especially the last one had the other hiding his face in his hands, in both embarrassment and annoyance, and Sans was almost rolling on the ground with laughter. Complimenting with puns always worked.

Half an hour later they had almost finished their food, and Sans had showed the other all his favourite constellations when light dots showed up at the foot of the hill.

”LOOK!” he said excitedly. ”I THINK IT’S STARTING!”

True enough, within a minute the first one was heard, and soon the sky was filled with explosions of light in different colours.

”I love fireworks.” Grillby sighed. Sans had to agree. These light shows were one of the best things about the Surface.

”YEAH,” he sighed, smiling. ”THEY’RE VERY PRETTY, AREN’T THEY? ALMOST AS RADIANT AS YOU.”

”Oh, firefly.” He could hear the other’s affection and it made his soul glow in pure happiness.

They cuddled close together while watching the splendid display in front of them, not saying much. Sans pressed himself closer to the other, basking in the comfortable heat. After what felt like both hours and minutes at the same time the fireworks eventually stopped, but neither of them felt like moving.

”I COULD TELEPORT US HOME,” Sans noted hesitantly, sitting up, but Grillby broke him off before he could continue.

”I say we stay here tonight. No one would dare to rob us, and I can have some firelings take on guard duty for safety’s sake, if you want. What do you say, beloved?”

Sans sighed happily and leaned down on the fire elemental once more. He couldn’t help but smile, and the stars in his eyes changed to hearts.

”I’D LIKE THAT.”