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gr3ml1ngu7z · 4 months

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Y’all I miss Skekgra and urgoh sm fr🙏💔

(Also referencing cheech and Chong for them has my heart)

#skeksis #skekgra #cheech and chong #dark crystal #comics #art #urgoh

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onedismay · 10 months

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wisdoms of the mystics

#urru #the dark crystal #urac #urzah #urgoh #urva #urim #i'm going to be livid if i find out i got someone's name wrong

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siriniel · 1 year

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Been wanting to do something with them for the longest time but never had a chance until now~ It’s going to be a charm with a layer of glitter epoxy ✨

Also not dead just been really busy with day job now :’)

#the dark crytsal: age of resistance #the dark crystal #skekgra #urgoh

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monster4monster-bracket · 4 months

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Propaganda under the cut

Captain K. P. Hob x Delloso de la Rue (Hobrue) - Dimension 20, season 15: A Court of Fey and Flowers

Starts out as a star-crossed, Beauty-and-the-Beast-style romance between a very animalistic, awkwardly formal, military man—well, goblin (Captain Hob) and a very elfen-esque Master of Ceremonies (Rue), who’s busy with the job of hosting the huge, politically important party they just put together, and is also technically a member of another royal court. SPOILERS: Turns out Rue is an owlbear under their glamour, aka just as massive and animalistic as Hob. Both of them really love the other’s body specifically because it looks like theirs rather than fitting in with the traditional fey standards of beauty, so they’re lowkey serving t4t-vibes, despite existing in a setting where there are zero social expectations around gender. Technically they’d be a monster x monster pairing no matter what, as they’re both fey, but the fact that they both stick out even among the extreme visual variety of the fey people, and very much feel the weight of that exclusion, really makes them a monster x monster pairing in spirit too.

SkekGra X UrGoh (GraGoh) - The Dark Crystal Age of Resistance

They literally are each other's halves. No really. They used to b a whole being named GraGoh and split as two separate beings and now want to be joined into one again. So in the meantime they live together like an old married couple. Bickering and trolling, taking drugs, with the same passion for theatre and puppetry, going against their species' philosophies to be joined again (SkekGra is the only Skeksis in the whole franchise to have redeemed himself and live like an UrRu alongside UrGoh and was banished for that, and said Urgoh does not exactly follows the Mystic way either). They even have a rock gollem son. They long for each other and seem to want to hug and their one goal is to essentially hug further forever

Almost a canon ship tbh, very cute

Hobrue art by @sileohsile

#monster4monster #monster4monster bracket #dimension 20 #dimension20 #a court of fey and flowers #the dark crystal #the dark crystal age of resistance #d20 acofaf #captain k. p. hob #captain hob #delloso de la rue #hobrue #skekGra #UrGoh #GraGoh #skekgra the heretic #UrGoh the wanderer #poll bracket #poll tournament

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puppetdaily · 5 months

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skekGra and urGoh from The Dark Crystal: Age of Resistance

#skekgra #urgoh #the dark crystal #the dark crystal: age of resistance #age of resistance

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the-shy-lonely-weirdo · 11 months

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Pride 11: GraGoh

Literal Soul Mates!

#gragoh #skekgra #urgoh #urGoh the wanderer #SkekGra the Heretic #SkekGra the Conqueror #the dark crystal #the dark crytsal: age of resistance #tdc #pride #gay #issadoodles

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thebibliomancer · 5 months

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The Hunter and Archer together are probably the most dramatic Skeksis/UrRu duo

And beating out the Heretic and the Wanderer is no easy feat. Those two literally planned, rehearsed, and performed a dramatic puppet show

#dark crystal #the dark crystal #dark crystal age of resistance #skekMal #the hunter #skekGra #the Heretic #urGoh #the wanderer #urVa #the Archer

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eyesofcoral-art · 1 year

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“URGOH THE WANDERER”

-EYESofCORAL

#urgoh #urgoh the wanderer #mystics #dark crystal mystic #the dark crystal age of resistance #tdc aor #the dark crystal art #the dark crystal #the dark crystal fanart #fantasy art #fantasy creature #copic marker #hookah #eyesofcoral #teepublic

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gr3ml1ngu7z · 4 months

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More of urgoh and skekgra with the addition of crystal desert creatures ☝️ (first draw’n, they’re comparing each other to an animal that they think looks like the other)

#dark crystal #skekgra #skeksis #art #urgoh #creature #thra #doodles

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onedismay · 1 year

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Husbands!! I didn't have much of a plan when I drew this but it turned into a sweet reunion scene. Possibly right after skekGra's exile.

I swear that's urGoh in the distance, yes he's tiny but I promise it's him, look below if you wish to gaze upon his pixels.

hi

#the dark crystal #skekgra #urgoh #gragoh #skeksis #urru #skekgra should have hair but i couldn't be assed so he's bald today and he can deal with it #onedismay art

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siriniel · 11 months

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Got them in this weekend~

You can grab one at the link below

#urgoh #skekgra #the dark crystal #the dark crytsal: age of resistance #skeksis #mystic

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fledglingdoodles · 2 years

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Guess what movie I watched and loved and watched again and loved even more and then binged the prequel series of and then watched again wiser and more knowledgeable and completely obsessed within the span of like a week?

I literally cannot believe that I never saw The Dark Crystal growing up (although I am certain it would have traumatized me)! The film and the series give me such a strange and striking feeling of nostalgia, even though I’ve only just seen them for the first time! It’s so rich in inspiration and imagination I can tell I’m going to be thinking about it for the rest of my life.

#the dark crystal #the dark crystal: age of resistance #skekGra #urGoh #skekgra the heretic #urgoh the wanderer #skeksis #urru #figgy does art

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locksnek · 8 days

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I'm bringing my GraGoh longfic back. I've done what edits I found necessary and will be posting one chapter a day for 14 days, schedule permitting. ^_^

#the dark crystal #age of resistance #gragoh #skekgra #urgoh #locksnek's fic

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gretchensinister · 22 days

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Ask and ye shall receive 👀👀👀 my words: receive (lol), serendipity, magic

Receive

Note: This is in the Garnetting AU. But SkekGra and UrGoh don't know that in this little fic about their experience of the Great Conjunction.

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When the light comes, they whispered to each other, we will accept whatever it brings us as a gift. We will trust, and our hands will be open. We will receive whatever fills them with joy. And they looked into each other’s eyes and thought: even if that gift be death.

They did not want the gift to be death, not exactly, though they were both very, very old, and the thought of death as a gift did not shock either of them, anymore.

They had become oh-so-fragile in the past few trine. Unum by unum, they watched each other lose substance, felt each other grow shaky, saw absences and blanks spread that had always been filled before. But one remained patient, and one refused to be defeated, and they did what they could.

Their days grew simple, as tasks that had once been simple stretched to fill the hours.

They did their best to feed each other, from a garden sung lush by magic and a coop of karatick with a faded sign affixed over the little door that said “Barracks.” They were no longer strong enough to go meet the caravans, and they had not seen any signs of them for many trine now, at least the lifetime of a gelfling.

They held and massaged each other’s ever-more-delicate flesh, finding that hands shook less when pressed against each other, that they still had some power to ease the aches and pains that had multiplied so grandly in such a short time. They held each other to share what little warmth they had between them—though they could not help but be troubled that they did so even under the full light of the desert days, now.

(And sometimes, even now, this care could startle their bodies into the remembrance not just of warmth but of heat, and it was with delight they took these moments, and one or another, as gifts into each other’s hands. Hands, above all, as other flesh more and more rarely aligned with desires of the mind and heart.)

They created, still, songs and poems and a record of what it was like, with the two of them so old and the world seeming old, too, their certainties and uncertainties, fears and hopes and wonders. Most of these, naturally, touching on that final journey, of which they had no orthodoxy to turn to, which would bear no wandering on the way, which could not be conquered. But there were jokes, too, mixed in with the rest. And when words got lost, and sentences broke, they wove over each other’s gaps, for the taking up of such snapped threads was as right as it was troubling that the threads had snapped in the first place. They would always have at least one, whole mind between them, of that they were sure.

Every day, the suns drew closer.

I’m not ready.

I feel the Song humming in my bones. At least I think I do.

Hold me.

I wish we could have one more night when we were young.

One more feast?

And everything after.

Hold me.

Whoever comes after us, I hope they understand.

How good it was.

That we did our best.

Hold me.

I hope.

I fear.

I love you.

Hold me.

When the day of the Great Conjunction dawned, they knew it, as undeniable as the suns’ very rising.

They put what they’d written over the trine into a chest that would keep out the sand, along with a few other things—marionettes of each of them, a small, graceful wooden carving of one, a miniature painted with the eyes of love of the other, still luminous with the finest pigments that had ever been carried on a Dousan caravan route. The chest would rest in a place where the suns would not touch it directly, but where it would not be hidden to anyone who found this place at all.

Most of what they had created over the years would have to be left to the desert, though. Their hands skimmed over much of it as they moved through the Circle of the Suns on that last day, fingertips saying farewell to the beautiful and practical, to the lovely evidence of their peaceful hours and days and unum and trine.

They put the hearth crystal together, and placed it with a note pressed in clay that explained in as many languages as they knew what it did when the halves were separated.

They fed the karatick, and shooed them away and out of the Circle of the Suns.

And then. Then it was almost time.

I think we should go out the way we came in.

And I would like as little separation between us as possible, when it is time.

The suns climbed higher, drawing ever closer. They took off their clothes, not bothering to fold them.

A moment, a pause.

A long time since the night of the storm.

But it still comes to mind so easily.

They still suffered chill, in the heat of this last day, and so one brought their largest blanket out to the ledge where they’d spent entire gelfling lifetimes in each other’s company. The other joined with the last of their bread, spread with the last of their parga-fruit jam, the greatest sweetness they could manage without the caravans. Draped under one blanket, they fed each other, and after they had eaten they leaned against each other, holding each other’s hands.

The three suns touched over the desert.

I’m thinking of the flowers.

So am I.

And the three suns shone as one, suffusing Thra with the all-transforming light that had not been seen for a thousand trine.

When it shone on them, the light of the Great Conjunction warmed their ancient flesh all through, just like sunlight should. Every pain ebbed away. The hum that had been in their bones grew louder, stronger, clearer, resolving into a chord that seemed to go beyond hearing into every sense, the final, glorious note of a symphony they had—they had—been a part of. And the light shone brighter, brighter, brighter, until it felt like it was shining through them. They looked at each other to see if it was so, and when they saw each other they saw what no other being in the universe had ever seen before.

And what they saw was good.

What they saw was wonderful.

One tiny part of that final chord: Oh. Oh. Two small and perfect sounds of awe.

The light shone brighter yet, until nothing at all could be seen.

For a moment, there was silence. Deep, true, complete silence. Just a moment. But a moment long enough to create a world.

And then the Song started again, everywhere in and on and above Thra, life roaring back, the Song clear and strong as it had not been in a thousand trine, rushing and cascading through the healed Crystal like snowmelt in spring after the hardest winter a world had ever seen.

But what notes were first played at that place in the desert, when the new symphony began and the suns parted from each other in their dance once more?

It was a small sound that broke the profound silence: a nail falling onto stone.

And for a time there was only the wind through the stones. Anyone watching—though who could possibly have been there to watch?—could be forgiven for thinking that perhaps that the clink of that dreadful piece of metal on that well-loved stone would be the final sound other than wind to ever be heard at the place once named the Circle of the Suns. Would it not have been enough?

But Thra was, is, and ever shall be, abundant. Profligate. And, too, possessive of what has come to belong to it.

And soon enough, a laugh rang out. A single laugh, that was also a harmony, fitting in so perfectly with all the chords of the world at that moment that no one could be wise and say that it was not meant to be there. A laugh loud enough that it seemed the sound should reach to a far, far distant world and shatter something there. A laugh that came from the throat of something—someone—new. Good. Wonderful.

#skekgra #urgoh #gragoh #the dark crystal #the dark crystal: age of resistance #garnetting AU #doodlinglina #yes I am scheduling this post to roughly coincide with the eclipse #so read it later! after the eclipse!

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ben-the-hyena · 9 months

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Characters I see as in love and having been married for years by the time of the main plot and my excuse for why it's not canon aka not seen or said is because either they don't appear enough, or we only see scenes in which they are casual, or even simply are not the lovey dovey sorts depending of whom

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moos-hues · 1 year

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skekgra and urgoh <3 #gaymarriedtoliterallyyourself #haveyouseenmywonder #lookuponmywonder #relapsingintomydarkcrystalobsession #skekgra #urgoh #gragoh #digitalart #procreate #fanart #darkcrystal #darkcrystalageofresistance #skeksis https://www.instagram.com/p/CnVD3aEM9BR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#gaymarriedtoliterallyyourself #haveyouseenmywonder #lookuponmywonder #relapsingintomydarkcrystalobsession #skekgra #urgoh #gragoh #digitalart #procreate #fanart #darkcrystal #darkcrystalageofresistance #skeksis

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