“It was 1979 and I was walking along a side street in London and I heard one of my songs drifting out of an upstairs window. I looked up and I could see the outline of a woman doing her ironing, with a few dance moves added here and there, with my song playing. That blew me away. I stood outside her window like a creepy stalker until it was finished just watching her shadow dancing to my music. It was a very surreal moment.”
Hey everyone. On account of recent events, me and the team find it necessary to make a public statement on the situation. Squigglydigg, who previously did freelance on “The Future” video will not be returning for any position of production on any project related to Mystery Skulls Animated.
She was brought on as freelance, among a group of other freelancers, roughly a year ago. Her input on the project itself did not extend beyond her given roll as an animator. Regardless, the views expressed by her in no way reflect the views of the small, core MSA team or anyone else who participated in any leg of production. I wish to personally denounce such statements as much as possible. These views are extremely irresponsible and dangerous.
We will be placing an open call for freelance animators in the near future as expected. For anyone harmed by the toxicity this situation presented, I wish to personally extend an apology to those effected. We will strive to make sure this kind of scenario does not happen again.
“Prophecy. Visions. I know the Sifan are known for their soothsaying, but haven’t you got any practical advice?” Rian huffed as he eyed the mug of ale Onica had sat in front of him. He was exhausted from burning his candle at both ends with little in the way of how this prophecy came to be. Onica glanced at Brea who nodded her head in approval.
“Well I might be able to give you some courtship advice. After all, you are the one that fathers the chosen one.” Onica chirped as Brea covered her mouth with her hand to keep from laughing. Rian had chosen the wrong time to drink his beverage. He sputtered and gasped for air before rasping out a reply.
Last year, I did some fluff for @stonegrotweek … Now, time for sadness! We all know how things will end for our beloved Gelfling friends…
“Two attempts to save the Crystal. One too soon, a life lost in both.”
I always thought that if season two happens in a way or another, Rian would not witness someone he loves dying…again! It would be his turn to lose his life saving a loved one and of course, it would be for his precious Deet. In her vision, we can see Rian trying to restore the Crystal but it doesn’t work. Certainly because it’s not the Great Conjunction yet? In my theory, that attempt makes the Crystal save Deet from the Darkening consuming her, but Rian is very soon circled by the Skeksis and Deet can’t save him…
…Like what happens to Jen and Kira in the end of the movie. Their existence parallels Rian, Deet and the rest of the resistance. Jen is maybe a Stonegrot son, or Kira, but one thing is for sure: they are the hope that couldn’t exist without them, without their love for each other and for Thra. A love that ended up saving the Gelfling race.
Deet glanced down at her son, silently gushing at his little gap toothed smile. “I’m working on a new sweater for you, sweetie.” She held up a tangled ball of red yarn being held between two knitting needles, “Winter’s just around the corner after all.”
Jen watched astonished as the mesh of red slowly began to take shape into something resembling a collar, then a sleeve, and very soon another sleeve to join it. He toddled closer to the side of the bed, beckoning Deet to scoop him up so he could get a better look.
“Would you like to give it a go?”
His big blue eyes widened slightly. “Really mama? Can I?”
Deet smiled warmly. “Of course you can. It’s your sweater after all - you should have a hand in making it too.”
Slowly did she guide her little one to sit between her thighs, placing her hands atop his and working them through the motions until the individual crimson spools were being tightly fastened to one another. At some point, Deet began to sing to him. A gentle melody that spilled effortlessly from her lips and filled the once still and quiet of the bedroom. Jen flickered his tiny ears in delight, briefly letting his mother take over knitting as he sunk into her inviting warmth.
That’s when the door creaked open and a pair of deep cobalt eyes greeted them affectionately.
“Should I just leave this and be on my way?” Rian chuckled, a playful lilt to his voice. He gestured with his head to the tray of tea and mini confections that Brea had dropped off from the Vapran marketplace. “You two seem pretty occupied with one another. Would hate to interrupt.”
Deet rolled her eyes fondly, already making room for Rian on the bed. “Well you could,but then you’d be missing out on some wonderful cuddle time, and that sounds awfully dreadful doesn’t it?”
The Stonewood laughed a little louder this time. “Oh absolutely, Deethra.”
Kicking off his boots, Rian placed the tray on the nightstand and took his place at his wife’s side, bending his head down to leave a quick peck on Jen’s forehead. It was then that Deet decided the knitting could wait until later. She had promised cuddles, and both her boys looked in desperate need of them. Especially Rian, who seemed particularly weary after running his earlier errands.
“Settle in my dears….” she cooed, wrapping her arms around both of them. “We’ve got the rest of the day to do absolutely nothing at all….”
The last day of stonegrot week is today and I’m sad. This is a no garthim wars AU, where the gelfling didn’t die and everyone lived happily ever after.
In this timeline Rian and Deet end up having four kids, two girls and two boys their names go from right to left:
Ordon, their third child who is two trine old in this picture.
Jen, the oldest and is around 12 trine old in this picture.
Aya, their second child and is 10 trine old in this picture.
And finally Hope, the youngest and she is around 7 unums old in this picture.
I had a whole lot of fun with stonegrot week and can’t wait for the next stonegrot week! Happy shipping
heyo, friends. breaking my accidental hiatus to actually participate in @stonegrotweek for once!
for the record, this is set in my strange trails “good timeline” sequel? you might be missing some context if you haven’t read the behemoth that is strange trails. you might be missing some context even if you have read it. that’s fine.
I wrote most of this earlier this summer, but spent some time editing & tweaking this weekend. please note: it is still very much a rough draft, but I have miles to go before I can actually post any sequel stuff on ao3 so that’s okay. I just wanted to share something for the event.
WARNINGS: some light sexytimes (there is actually a steamier version that will live in my google docs forever). also, mentions of childbirth (not at all graphic).
anyway, on that note, here you go. a little glimpse into a stonegrot future, in approximately 1500 words.
It’s officially Day 7ofStonegrot Week! Today’s theme is ‘The Future’. We’re looking forward to seeing your submissions!
It is the last day of Stonegrot Week (Year 3!) and we’ve had such a wonderful time seeing all the phenomenal creations from The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance fandom. Thank you to everyone who participated, whether you have created a piece for the week or if you’ve been supporting the fans by reblogging/liking their posts. It means a lot to us and to The Dark Crystal fandom as a whole that we still care so deeply about these characters and its fictional universe. The celebration still continues as we will still be accepting late submissions after today until next week, October 3rd. Be sure to continue following this page… there may be a Stonegrot Week (Year 4!) in the future.
1. The legalclick, a brief burst of sound (in speech) and/or ink (in print) containing all relevant legal agreements to the conversation at hand in microdata-form. Necessary during some future periods to avoid being sued before breakfast. After the first few thousand years of use of the legalclick, the meaning of the incorporated texts had been thoroughly lost and in many cases superseded by more recent law in any case. However, by this time, the necessity of liberally spreading legalclicks across any and all sentences had been fully established.
2. The letter for a long silence. No, longer than that. Specifically used to punctuate conversations taking place across an unstable temporal landscape, where participants in the conversation may use time fluctuations to indicate meaning. For example, a well-placed temporal fold may be used to indicate ‘go away’, ‘I’m busy’, or 'my ship is falling into a black hole and I need help immediately’.
3. A conversational fork mark, denoting the exact point in a quoted sentence at which the present Universe forked into two sub-Universes consistently with the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics. This is useful in the case that the subsequent conversation differed substantially between the two Universes. For example, the fork mark could link to both 'Oh, the poor thing!’ and 'Watch out, that cat looks angry!’
4. The egg tooth click and crest hollow boom. These letters are necessary to transcribe conversations with dinosaurs, and so are not useful until the full reconstruction of dinosaur DNA. They do not, however, help in making sense of conversations with dinosaurs. This is because dinosaurs do not adhere to human logic and as a result it is not possible to tell when a dinosaur is lying, no matter what question you ask them.
5. A letter encoding the 'bwaaah’ sound of some terrible fate approaching in a cinematic way. This is useful when communicating over reduced-bandwidth channels between spacecraft. The sound requires an enhanced vocal system to transmit, so this letter only entered human alphabets after the 3600th year NC.
6. The telepathic metadata mark. This is used at the start of a sentence to indicate that telepathic metadata pertaining to a sentence is available. For example, this might include emotions, contrary thoughts, or a sense of deja vu. This option is only available in print for sentient books.
7. The microhowl, a fragmentary howl from the distant void channeled through the dimensional crinkling organ. Cannot be expressed without a dimensional crinkling organ; thus absent from human language before the marriage of xenotransplantation and metafundamental physics. A microhowl may be used as a particularly emphatic exclamation mark. Although it can be used ironically, it usually indicates that the speaker believes the topic of conversation to be a bad thing.
8. Time direction marks. These indicate which direction a speaker or writer is travelling in, and optionally how fast. They are useful in the case that someone is saying something which sounds like a comprehensible sentence in both directions, but is only meant to be in one of those directions and in the other is completely accidental. For example, many apparent Satanists are in fact only travelling backwards through time whilst singing popular songs, but without direction marks it is difficult to ascertain this.
It’s a celebration! Join us tomorrow Sunday January 19th from 3pm to 6pm for our Grand Re-opening party. THANK YOU Houston for the past 46 years and join us as we debut our new look and commitment to the next 46.
