That Does Seem Unfair! Like, If The Girls Can Fly, At Least Let The Boys, Breath Under Water Or Something

This is the poster for my story called Curtain Call! In this story, you'll tag along with these adventurous theater kids, who sneak into a haunted Greek theater, which is guarded by a creature that wears the Comedy and Tragedy masks. This beast is hunting them down, but the only way they can escape is to complete the play, defeat the beast and leave before they turn into the creature's slaves, much like the lives that were lost in the theater.

This was amazing! I loved reading it and I'm going to read again and again

A Gift

[ First, I initially considered scrapping this entirely because I was so ashamed of it. So I settled for choosing and anonymous name and a random email (that may or may not be a throw away)

Second, I hope the university workload lightens up.

Third, consider this a gift to you and anyone else who finds joy in reading it. It’s far from being a masterpiece and it’s obvious I’m not a trained writer. But this is my way of showing gratitude. For your blog, and for helping me find a Dark Crystal server on Discord.

Thank you. ]

[ Below is an attempt at an Imagine/Ficlet ]

Rian, Mira, and Gurjin on a few days off from guard duty. They spend time at the podling bar, and stay for much longer than intended (since those motherfuckers throw the best parties). Afterwards, they stumble to an inn at Stone-in-the-wood and rent a room. As they enter their lodgings for the night, Gurjin gives the signal that it’s safe to stop pretending they’re sober once the door is shut. The trio collapses onto the floor, in a bubbly mood from all the drinks.

     They blabber on about all sorts of topics. With no filter. Rian, bitches about how he doesn’t live up to Ordon’s standards. Mira, starts a conversation where they all bitch about Tolyn, and the other guards with a stick in their ass. Gurjin bitches about third-wheeling with Rian and Mira, getting dragged into their antics, and being the one to make sure they aren’t caught making out. Periodic, slurred outbursts of “I miss my swamp!” leave the other two in fits of laughter.

     The night goes on with them jumping from one subject to another; this includes sexual innuendos, arguing about whose alcohol tolerance is highest, and a brief attempt to grasp the meaning of life. During the conversation, Mira and Rian cling to each other, peppering each other with kisses. Gurjin checks his flask, gives a slurred complaint about how it’s empty, and repeats this process because he forgot the first time.

“The barrel of alcohol sprayed in your mouth wasn’t enough?” Rian teased.

     “Says the one who got in a drinking contest, with a podling,” Gurjin retorted.

     “He challenged ME. And ‘is friends wouldn’t let me back out.”

     “My image of the Captain’s son,” Mira paused, posing as if she’d faint. “Is forever shattered.” She failed to conceal her giggles.

     “Didn’t I see you dancing on a table?” Rian playfully quipped. “While chugging an ale.”

     “Don’t pretend you didn’t join me,” her lips crashed into his.

     Succumbing to alcohol-induced lethargy, the trio drags themselves to bed.

     Dim light filtered through the window’s thin curtains. Nothing in the room escaped its touch. The beds. The small table and chairs in the corner. The colorful woven rug on the wood floors. Even so, it didn’t rouse the gelfling from their slumber. As Gurjin slept, soft snores escaped him. Rian and Mira cuddled next to him. All were snuggled under the covers. Enveloped in each other’s warmth. Creating a rare time of peace. Quiet.

     Rian engaged in a futile battle against the waking world’s pull. Blinking sleep away, he slowly stretched his muscles. He turned to a slumbering Mira. Her blonde locks flowed free from their usual braids; they lustered in the first brother’s radiance. Her skin shimmered as it bathed in the light. His fingers began combing her silken bangs. Absorbing the tranquility of the moment. It was interrupted when his girlfriend suddenly shifted.

     “It’s morning love.”

     Mira felt Rian kiss the freckles on her nose. She groaned with pleasure as he ran his nails along her scalp. Letting out a slow exhale, she opened her eyes to Rian’s tender smile. She cupped his hand in both of hers. Guiding her lips with slow kisses across his forearm.

     She delivered the last kiss on the palm of Rian’s hand. “Satisfied.”

     Rian placed his hand on Mira’s breast. “Not yet,” his smile took on a devilish aura.

    Mira stroked his soft chocolate-brown locks with one hand; his ear with the other. The lover’s gazes locked. “There’s a catch,” she hummed. “Tonight,” she caught Rian off guard, tightly gripping his shirt. Her voice gained a mischevious air. “You give me what I want. As I see fit.” She positioned herself on top of Rian. Her sudden movements jostled Gurjin awake.

     The Drenchen groaned whilst lifting his head to survey the room. “What the-” he rolled onto his right side. His eyes widened at the sight of his friends. Rian was on his back; Mira straddled him. He sighed. “There’s a reason I rented a room with two beds, you know,” the exasperation kicked in once he sat up. “Let me guess, you were about to rip each others clothes-”

     “GURJIN!” Mira reached over in an attempt to cover his mouth. He easily blocked her hand. “We don’t want anyone to-”

     “If you were really going to do THAT, you could’ve asked me to get another one!” he rolled his eyes. “I’ve ‘ad it up to here with you lovebirds and your-”

     Several knocks on the door interrupted their conversation.

“Just ignore it,” Rian whispered. Him and Mira now hid behind the bed. Peeking their heads out like children playing hide and seek.

     Gurjin reluctantly left the warmth of the covers. He grabbed his flask from the nightstand, running his hand through his dreadlocks.

     “It’s empty remember,” Mira said in a softened tone.

     “Unfortunately it is,” Gurjin didn’t bother looking at her.

     He cracked the door open. An older female gelfling stood on the other side. The green of her flowing nightgown matched her eyes; combined with her dark-auburn hair, she appeared as an aging tree.

     “Would you mind keeping it down,” she huffed. “It sounds like noisy childlings in there.”

     Gurjin grinned, “Funny you say that.” He turned his head to Rian and Mira. “I have two childlings with me right now.” He went back to facing the auburn haired woman.

     “Just quiet them down,” she replied. “It’s still too early for- wait.”

     “Hm.”

     “Is that a flask?”

     “What of it?” Gurjin didn’t like where this was going.

     The auburn-haired woman crossed her arms. “I hope you don’t drink while watching your kids.”

     “Actually,” he smirked. “There’s nothing like a drink or two settle ‘em down.” He winked. “It works wonders at bedtime.”

     The woman widened her eyes, then appeared to decide the matter wasn’t worth persuing. She turned away from Gurjin and headed to her room.

     “Childlings?” Rian exclaimed as Gurjin shut the door. Mira sat cross-legged on the floor.

     “At least we didn’t run into Tolyn at the bar,” Mira cut in. “Or another castle guard.”

     “We wouldn’t hear the end of it,” Rian concurred. “They’re always so uptight.”

     “Just get a few pints in them,” Gurjin placed his flask on the nightstand. “At least Tolyn wouldn’t be so insufferable.” He flopped onto the bed.

    Mira snorted, “Imagine that.”

     “Yeah,” Rian replied. “Besides,” he stood up and stretched. “I wouldn’t worry about running into the others. They’re not the type for fun.”

     “That reminds me,” Gurjin grabbed a small, brown bag from beside the night stand. “I snuck some these from the castle yesterday.” He opened the bag, so Rian and Mira could see inside. Immediately they beamed. “For later.”

     Mira’s lips formed to a pout.

     “You’re being cruel to us,” Rian amped up the drama in his voice.

     Gurjin smirked. “You’ll live,” he pat their heads like they were childlings. After putting the bag in its orginal place, he lay down with his arms behind his head.

     Rian let out a massive yawn. He took the space at his best friends left side. Mira climbed in the bed from the right side.

     “There’s a another bed. In case you lovebirds forgot.”

     “This is fine,” Rian rested his head on Gurjin’s chest. Mira followed suit.

     “So I’m everyone’s body pillow now?” He exhaled and rolled his eyes. Mira hummed in agreement. Rian gave a thumbs up.

     “You’re so comfortable,” Mira yawned as she spoke.

     “Like a,” Rian stopped for a moment. “A living furnace.”

     “Wonderful,” the Drenchen accepted his fate. “Wait, sit tight you two.” He eased his friends off of him.

     “What was that for-” Mira stopped herself when she saw him return with extra blankets from the second bed. They had been sitting there, neatly folded when the trio first arrived. Taking advantage of the extra warmth, they resumed their positions in the bed.

      “Am I really that warm?”

     Rian and Mira hummed in agreement. Surprisingly, Gurjin didn’t find himself bothered by the weight on his chest. He found it, welcoming. And the warmth inside him grew.

     “Guess I’ve found my true calling in life, eh.” A massive yawn escaped him. “Alright then.” Gurjin wrapped his arms protectively around his friends. “We still have tomorrow off. A little more rest won’t hurt.” The Drenchen’s head hit the pillows, allowing himself to leave the waking world once more.

     Under the soft blankets, Rian and Mira listened to Gurjin’s breathing slow. Heard his snores. Felt his heartbeat. 

     Rian reached over, with the hand not trapped under Gurjin, to stroke Mira’s hair. “Wouldn’t mind if this never ended.” His heart fluttered at her beauty in the morning light. His eyelids grew heavy.

     “Mhm,” Mira took her boyfriend’s free hand in her own. She held it until he succumbed to his exhaustion. And caressed his face while he slept. 

     A sudden tightness encased her chest. She took a deep breath to calm herself. To no avail. Of course, all these feelings chose to come now. Tears fell, soaking the fabric of Gurjin’s shirt. She took Rian’s hand; holding it to her lips; she planted several kisses on it.

     “I…” her soft voice shook. For the tears wouldn’t stop escaping. “I love you both.”

She smiled, through her eyes still watered. “Don’t ever leave, okay.” She wiped her tears once they ceased. Luckily, that little breakdown didn’t wake them.

     Mira exhaled in relief. Closing her eyes to join her friends in the unconscious realm. Not before silently praying. Praying herself, Rian and Gurjin stayed in each others lives. Until their time came.

     To rejoin the Song of Thra.

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I can’t help it, I love this scene!!

is the Secrets of the Clone Troopers book worth buying???

i've seen a few page scans and they look good & interesting

but i think i've also seen complaints about some of the content/information being kinda... off ? (and not just in a "i forgot it's fanon and not canon" kind of way. it seemed genuinely off for the character. i think it was Tech?)

anyways... if you've read the book, lemme know your thoughts, please! :)

I love my babies! So much ❤️ *tears up*

Our favorite characters as babies headcanon -Tieraney

Im 14 weeks pregnant so my emotions are INSANE so Tristian is of course letting me post this because it's been on my mind all day!

Rian: a very independent baby. Didnt cry a lot, only really needed to be held if he got hurt. Ate everything! If he could fit it in his mouth he was gonna try to eat it. Ordon thought he was gonna have to heimlich this kid a thousand times, in fact he once had to fish one of the Ornamentalists rings out of the kid's mouth.

Deet: a snuggly baby who loved to dance! Also not a picky eater. Her dads often doted on her as the perfect baby, because all she wanted was love and cuddles all the time! Loved petting animals but was sometimes too rough, so her dads spent a lot of time teaching her to be gentle, often cooing "gentle, deet. We must be gentle" as she slapped the back of a baby nurloc. Over time she definitely learned to be gentle, and her love for animals was very much due to her times as a baby learning to love animals with care and consideration.

Kylan: Clingy baby but very very sweet. He was often seen with his head laid on his mother's chest as she showed him off around Sami Thicket. Many Spritons of Sami Thicket regarded him as the cutest baby they'd ever seen. He did not want anything to do with anyone but mama and papa, as he was also very shy. His mother would sing him lullabies and his father would play his firca to ease Kylan into sleep, because they found that it was the easiest way. He once accidentally broke a lute that a kind passerby had let him play with, but the Gelfling man only laughed and told his parents that he would be a song teller when he grew up.

Naia: no baby could push her around! Her mother often caught her shoving Gurjin to the ground when he attempted to take toys away from her, but regardless of their baby rivalry the two were inseparable, refusing to eat or sleep unless they were next to one another. However, most of the time Naia was the more independent one of the twins, she didnt really need to be held when she got knocked around. She was a BIG baby, the bigger baby of the twins, which was good for her because her brother was quite pushy.

Gurjin: kind of a bully baby, but also a cuddler. He spent a good part of his baby days in time-out, because as the smaller twin, he was apt to try and make up for that by taking things and hitting. He did not like being smaller than Naia at all. However, he was also a very sweet baby who would give you a single sad look and break your heart, and youd likely spend the next hour holding him. He was his father's pride and joy, able to swing a bola at age two. His first intelligible sentence was "Aughra's Eye!", which, in Sog, was the Earth equivalent of saying "Motherfucker!", right after his father had said it himself. As a toddler he once drank a sip of one of his fathers adult beverages, and no one knew until the child went for another sip and shouted "I like it, it tastes WEIRD!" As his father laughed and hid the flask. Laesid was not amused.

Brea: very attached to big sister Tavra. She would even attend Tavra's toddler learning courses because if the two were separated, all she could do was cry "I need kisses! I need sissy!" she thoroughly enjoyed going to pre-school with Tavra, whose teacher would often dote on her as a future scholar, "it really seems like she pays close attention! She doesn't make a peep during lessons, quite the little doll!" when All-Maudra Mayrin would ask if it was any bother at all. Same as with Rian, she was also a fan of anything that could be a choking hazard. Mayrin was constantly having to ask, "what in Thra is in your mouth?!" Usually something that shouldn't be. She was also quite weird, she would try to eat ink.

Feel free to add more 😊

ALL HAIL PRINCE GURJIN!

The Gurjin Thirst Club seems to be sleeping on a very important fact: Gurjin’s the son of the Drenchen maudra. Boy’s a prince, guys.

Prince Gurjin the Bold, muthafuckas!

I love him!!!! 🥰

The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance -1x10 A Single Piece Was Lost

This is my first time doing this so, what do you think?

I did not know that he had siblings so, thank you for posting this 😂

“‘Best wishes!’ Mythra said. ‘When I’m big, I’ll come and join you. I fear no lying Skeksis!’

Rian gave his sister a friendly shove, sending her toppling onto her rear in the moss. He came prepared for a journey, with his pack strapped on his back and his walking spear in hand.

‘Once you’re big enough to not be eaten in one gulp. Then I’ll welcome you.’

It was the first playful thing Kylan had heard the soldier say, and it was endearing. Mythra jumped to her feet and gave her brother a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek.

‘Please don’t die,’ she said. ‘Any of you!’“ ~J.M. Lee, Song of the Dark Crystal, page 43.

In case anyone wanted to know, Rian has a sister (and a baby brother). She’s precious. He’s precious. They’re both precious. You’re welcome.

Same Lol 😂

gurjin: *flips his hair*

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