#ursan

Fabulous old women yuri ❤️

(Closeups below cut)

I mentioned in my skeksis sibling groups post that I was also gonna write an urru sibling groups post, especially since the sibling dynamics differ somewhat from the skeksis, but the actual sibling groups are the same as the skeksis ones ofc.

UrSu and UrVa are brothers. Due to their disagreement on the mystics' involvement with other races, they have some tension between them. They still have a brotherly bond ofc, but Urva prefers to visit the valley for just short periods. UrSu respects his brother's choices, but still wishes UrVa would stay in the valley and abide more by mystic ways. UrVa's sacrifice was a big motivator for UrSu to do something to help the gelfling, which led to him adopting Jen.

UrAc, UrTih and UrLii are siblings. These three are fairly tight knit. UrAc was a fairly prolific writer, often spending day and night writing stories and coming up with new words. He would write down any scientific discoveries by his brother UrTih, as well as any stories and riddles by his sister, UrLii. After UrLii decided to stay with her skeksis half in the Grottan caves, UrAc and UrTih found life rather dull without her:( When UrTih had his eye ripped out, he wound up with PTSD and found that reading his siblings' books helped him whenever he had nightmares, especially if UrAc read to him.

UrZah and UrGoh are brothers. These two were surprising close, considering how often UrGoh was away. UrZah even has a specific sand pattern that he creates just for his brother, which is obviously appreciated by UrGoh, who's fascinated by the patterns his brother traces. UrZah did get worried about his brother being so far away from the valley, especially when his brother decided to seek out his skeksis half after his vision. UrZah trusted his brother ofc, it's other people he doesn't trust.

UrSan and UrIm are siblings. Once again, another sibling group with a surprisingly close bond. They enjoy each other's company. Ofc, as the healer, UrIm worried a lot about his sister's swimming excursions, because of the physical dangers. UrSan does try to stay safe so that UrIm wouldn't have to tend any wounds on her.

UrSol and UrNol are brothers. They have a pretty good bond. As the herbalist who sometimes has a lot of free time while waiting for things to grow, UrNol would sit and chant with UrSol. They loved playing instruments together.

UrMa, UrSen and UrYod are siblings. They have a better sibling dynamic than their skeksis halves. Even though UrSen is a monk who prefers seclusion, she makes an exception for her siblings. She is fascinated by her sister UrYod's mathematical theories and patiently listens to her talk about them. She does break her seclusion to accompany her brother UrMa when he has to go on his peacekeeping missions.

UrAmaj and UrUtt are siblings. They're a fairly close sibling group. They help each other out with their respective roles and talk with each other when resting. UrUtt does weave stuff for him as gifts. UrAmaj brings food for UrUtt so that she doesn't miss meals.

MY TDC DOODLES:

The silliest doodles of Thra and the list:

Silly skekMal [and his feet smells so much (After seen the scene that Aughra smells his feet)].

Deet>Deethra>Urethra😭

Mother Aughra as The Lorax

A random fizzgig drawed as a frog from Peppa Pig

skekZok The Ritual Master brakeing the math rules and the 4t wall with the GOLDEN SPIRAL.

Hup THE EMO PODLING (emoling) 🖤⛓️🥀

skekRabs

skekSil in Among Us (MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm)

skekOk its pibble?: WASH MY BELLAY, CLEAN MY BELLAY!!!

urSan The sea Turtle XD

Bubble

The sunsset is almost done, only the dying sun lingering above the horizon now, turning the sky and sea all dim violet and dusky rose. It would be hard to tell sea from sky, save that the sea shimmers with wavelets from the breeze, and the sky does not. The Sifa say that seasons when the dying sun is the last to leave the sky are seasons to be wary, to be on guard against confusion of the senses and the mind. SkekSa does not place much stock in Sifan superstitions, save for the ones she inspired—of course her likeness on a bow would make a ship overpower the waves more easily—but she is well aware that she is flaunting this one.

SkekSa’s ship had been resupplying at an island a few days ago, and SkekSa had enjoyed some time alone on the deck as her crew took advantage of the novelty of a night on land. Looking out over the railing at dusk, she had seen...something. Or she hadn’t seen something. Just a splash, but of a shape and sound that didn’t seem usual for what lived around islands in these latitudes.

For the past few days, she has seen (or not seen) something every evening, always in that rose-violet dusk, always when she is alone. She had not mentioned anything to her crew. There is nothing to mention. There is nothing they could do about it if there was.

The one exception was the time SkekSa heard something. That had been real as the wind, and she’d seen the gelfling’s funny little ears twitching to try to locate the source. She’d asked the one with the twitchiest ears what they were all hearing, and he’d spoken far too long of tales he had heard, of the myriad varieties of rare beasts that swam the open water singing strange and mournful songs, calling up storms or putting down storms, disguising themselves as islands, leading ships to treasure or deadly doldrums. The sailor admitted he could not tell what manner of beast might be singing this song.

SkekSa told him she doubted it was any of the beasts in his stories, and the song stopped before competing superstitions drove her ship into chaos. And that made her wonder. And as she wondered, she silently acknowledged that to her ears, the song had not sounded mournful, but somehow playful, even enticing, despite how strange and slow it had been.

A season to confuse the senses and mind, indeed.

Now, her ship is well into open water, after a day of swift, fine sailing. It should be impossible that she should see-not-see whatever she has been seeing-not-seeing again, today, simply because of the distance the ship has traveled.

Still, she has ordered the crew to leave her alone as she stands at the railing on the sunward side of the ship, waiting and watching for...something. Something forbidden, that she never imagined could sound either playful or enticing.

No, she will see nothing. Her ship sailed too fast, too long, today. The mystery must have been left behind.

But just as she starts to turn away, there something is: a silvery bubble larger than her head, floating up through the water near the ship, and when it bursts onto the waves SkekSa swears it does so cheekily.