#caves of grot

[minarachelle]

Ermitage Saint-Antoine de Galamus, France - 2017

[alles7ist7vorbei]

[brilmans]

Sotiras grot

Het was even zoeken, maar dan heb je ook wat. De Sotiras grot is indrukwekkend, diep en angstaanjagend tegelijkertijd. Je kijkt je ogen uit, maar je moet wel uitkijken. Aan hekjes of waarschuwingen doen ze hier niet!

[baphomethamph]

[fenth-eiria]

A scene from a RP with @rocky-fennek

Quick as a flash, Mitjan raced across the path and snatched up the petrified child. Instead of running away, however, he stood his ground before the oncoming nurlocs. Nudge rushed past, leaving only the pack of darkened ones in front of Mitjan. With a thrust of his palm, a shockwave blasted through the air, knocking the nurlocs off-balance, and they collapsed in a heap. (This was written by @rocky-fennek in the RP)

[arnoldhaesen]

Däölkesberg; this mystique marlstone cave offered shelter and accommodation in Prehistoric Times.

[fictionadventurer]

How about my favorite poem, Henry Vaughan's "The World" (https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45434/the-world-56d2250cca80d):

I saw Eternity the other night, Like a great ring of pure and endless light, All calm, as it was bright; And round beneath it, Time in hours, days, years, Driv’n by the spheres Like a vast shadow mov’d; in which the world And all her train were hurl’d. The doting lover in his quaintest strain Did there complain; Near him, his lute, his fancy, and his flights, Wit’s sour delights, With gloves, and knots, the silly snares of pleasure, Yet his dear treasure All scatter’d lay, while he his eyes did pour Upon a flow’r. The darksome statesman hung with weights and woe, Like a thick midnight-fog mov’d there so slow, He did not stay, nor go; Condemning thoughts (like sad eclipses) scowl Upon his soul, And clouds of crying witnesses without Pursued him with one shout. Yet digg’d the mole, and lest his ways be found, Work’d under ground, Where he did clutch his prey; but one did see That policy; Churches and altars fed him; perjuries Were gnats and flies; It rain’d about him blood and tears, but he Drank them as free. The fearful miser on a heap of rust Sate pining all his life there, did scarce trust His own hands with the dust, Yet would not place one piece above, but lives In fear of thieves; Thousands there were as frantic as himself, And hugg’d each one his pelf; The downright epicure plac’d heav’n in sense, And scorn’d pretence, While others, slipp’d into a wide excess, Said little less; The weaker sort slight, trivial wares enslave, Who think them brave; And poor despised Truth sate counting by Their victory. Yet some, who all this while did weep and sing, And sing, and weep, soar’d up into the ring; But most would use no wing. O fools (said I) thus to prefer dark night Before true light, To live in grots and caves, and hate the day Because it shews the way, The way, which from this dead and dark abode Leads up to God, A way where you might tread the sun, and be More bright than he. But as I did their madness so discuss One whisper’d thus, “This ring the Bridegroom did for none provide, But for his bride.”

Lovely!

Lots of great lines here, but this phrase especially struck me. I want to use it as a title for something.

A way where you might tread the sun

[timeagainreviews]

I got an iPad so to practice using Procreate I drew my Gelfling OC. Her name is Apricity and she is a Vapran. Her pet, Wink, is a razor floss from the caves of Grot. A razor floss’ fur is soft to the touch when they are calm but can become as hard as steel when frightened. Using their crystalline beaks and legs, they burrow into rock faces to nest and wait for prey. When their fur is rigid they are impossible to remove from their burrows, but a patient Gelfling might coax one out with music and a bit of food.

[cursed-40k-thoughts]

Holy crap. I caved and got a month of Warhammer subscription, and it’s. It’s like tumblr. Like they put cutesy little “Grot to Warlord Titan” labels for password strength. They went “Oops, nurglings in the network!” When something went wrong or the password wasn’t right. It feels the same

Except Tumblr is free. Nice try, James Workshop.

[anchasvtt]

Some sketches for tdc Mermaid AU

1. Aughra is an ancient oyster. The Crystal is the giant pearl hatched by her XD

2. Brea meets skekLach and skekOk. She wanted to see the Lords too bad and swam too deep, where her eyes can't see a thing, and she got lost. They won't do any harm to her of course, after finding out she's a princess. They'd even escort her to the caves of Grot, where she'll accidently meet Deet. Also Brea, as all female Gelf mermaids, is a flying fish

3. Since the Skeksis are anglerfish, their lanterns mean a lot for them. If you want to hurt them - certainly go for the lantern. And yeah, that's exactly how skekTek was punished in this AU, they took his lantern instead of the eye

[falseflea]

I had a vision a few days ago and made up this little AU, where only one thing changes pretty much! and its that Deet is no longer a Gelfling

Deet(hra)! formerly known as SkekDeet, resides in the caves of Grot after the split! She didn't like being around the other Skeksis so she quickly left and eventually ended up in Grot

Im not exactly sure who her Mystic counterpart would be but is it really that importantttt,,, if anyone has cool suggestions I'll listen

As to how this idea came to exist: just thought it would be really cool to have a Skeksis main character! but I didn't want to add an extra... so! out of the 3 in AoR, Deet seemed like the best option, she lead the most normal, easy to alter life!

[scientistservant]

Hoi!

hydrangea ✦ what species is your s/i?

For your Dark Crystal S/I

-@redwingedwolves

self insert ask game

Thanks, Makoza!

hydrangea ✦ what species is your s/i?

Ethra is a Gelfling, specifically a Grottan!

Living in the caves beneath the mountains of Grot, the Grottan's main source of light is the soft glow of bio-luminescent moss--their murky environment endowing them with distinctive features including pale green skin, large black eyes, and elongated ears.

The Grottan share their home with a large number of creatures and have successfully tamed many of these animal neighbours, including Nurlocs and Hollerbats. To protect themselves from more unruly creatures, they utilise a number of nonlethal methods of deterrence, including smoke bombs.

Because the ecosystem of Grot is incredibly insular, the Grottan Clan monitor the roots of Vliste-Staba, the Sanctuary Tree that sits atop their mountain range, for signs of potential threat from the outside world.

The Grottan are fiercely proud of their subterranean lifestyle and regard the other six clans with skepticism. Most Grottan spend the entirety of their lives in their caves and never once venture overground.

[chaos-snakeboi-journal]

Hello, new journal. My name is Khvath Slaveborn. Your successor served me well over what still remains one of the most taxing times of my life, and now I put my hopes in you, that you shall not fail where it did. I fear that journal is lost forever in the caves below what is now Furnace City, and I dread to think of the terrible fate that befell its fine leather cover and hand-mâchéd pages in that grot-infested hell.

There will surely come more scowls and malcontent in your pages in the future, but for now, I am committing to memory the positives since I escaped Hysh's most Stygian depths. For one, a favor from my dear friends in the Templars of Our Burning Savior saw me spending some time on a drilling rig bound for Chamon. There I lived for some weeks among the oft-whispered but rarely seen duardin of Hashut, the Chaos God of Industry and Commerce. I found their arguments – or at least the arguments conveyed by their translator – highly convincing and believe I shall implement elements of Hashutian worship into my melange of spiritual practices.

When I and my surviving men arose in Chamon, it was to great fortune. I found myself aiding in the siege of an Order city on the brink of wretched completion. Ten years in assembly and on the eve of its founding, I conspired with honorable knights of Nurgle and cunning Skaven engineers to subvert the city's own leylines. Little did we know, but Death had also tampered with our magic – a circumstance that still haunts the city to this day.

Regardless, the Orderlings called this city Maker's Run, a name which we kept on its eruption into plague and ruin. After some time of conflict, I secured an undamaged fortress in the city's heart. This prize gained me both my new base of operations in Chamon – the handsome club-fortress of Veridia Deux – but also the Waystone Arena beside it. Now in charge of the city's two chief sources of entertainment, I'm working to my own ends (profit, mostly) hiring both mercenary warbands to secure my fortunes and gladiatorial champions to maintain them.

My retinue have secured victories of their own. Many of my warriors have begun their own paths to ascension, using our time in Chamon to construct their mighty suits of armor. I myself feel the touch of the gods, as my communion with more and more spiritually attuned beings have taught me deeper and deeper secrets of arcane might. I shall not stray from the path I have already set, for to reach higher is a terribly potent hubris, but I feel I have been rewarded at last for my efforts. To cease them now would be to dishonor all that came before me.

One thing does trouble me, however. Unlike many beneath the eye of the gods, I have a home, which I have not seen in some years now. Few things phase or terrify me any more, but the thought of Carngrad's fate without my guiding hand does give me pause. I've dreamed neither sign nor portent of the great city where my name was made, and one day I will have to return to it. I am a Black Pilgrim now, a sorcerer on the march to the status of Varanguard, and one day I will have to petition before the throne of the Everchosen.

So what becomes of my mind if I find Carngrad in ruins? What becomes of my soul when I see my works undone – or, perhaps worse, the city unchanged from how I left it? What will I do when I return to Carngrad a far different man from the simple courier praying for survival in its gore-soaked streets?

We will see. There will come a time when I return to Carngrad, to pass through the Eightpoints. If all goes well, it will not only be the forces of Chaos who march me to that destiny.

[kalmidnight]

because of a song

Whence came it, that ethereal music, from what hidden grot or secret cell? From what dark cave? From what window into paradise? We watched the tiny figure under the spotlight and the music poured over us, sometimes soothing, sometimes blessing, sometimes accusing. Every one of us confronting ghosts, demons and old memories. The recital by Tears of the Mushroom, a young lady of the goblin persuasion, took but half an hour or, perhaps, it took a lifetime, and then it was over, to a silence which spread and grew and expanded until at last it exploded. Every single patron standing and clapping their hands raw, tears running down our faces. We had been taken somewhere and brought back and we were different people, longing for another journey into paradise, no matter what hell we had to atone for on the way.

Terry Pratchett, Snuff

[ghostinthegallery]

tagged by @sarnakhwritesthings, fanfic writers 20 questions!

How many works do you have on AO3?

5! With more on the way.

What's your total AO3 word count?

160,802 but the vast majority of that is for one fic 🤣

What fandoms do you write for?

Warhammer 40k. It's just the perfect storm of stuff I love, stuff I hate enough to fix, and narrative threads underutilized enough that I can pick them up like a crow stealing shiny objects.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Lmao, I only have five but in order they are:

The Silence and the Storm- my magnum opus, my child born of spite, the title was too good to pass up, me just writing a novel with necrons because no one can stop me and also some of the robots kiss 💀

Some Inconvenient Insight- I finished the Ghazghkull book and needed to see what would happen if I threw Makari the lucky grot at Trazyn. Trazyn had less fun than I did.

The Warrior- my first 40k fic! What if necron warriors were sentient and one got stranded on a world with a bunch of ad mech plus a very determined Inquisitor. I love this little story, really helped me get a feel for writing in the setting. And there's a scarab who is very cute and helpful

They Will Never Call Me Weak- Just me dipping my toe into Horus Heresy and immediately being annoyed on behalf of my guy Vulkan. So I "fixed" a scene.

Sparring Match- my most recent fic. There is not enough Twice Dead King content!! Oltyx is my child, I just want him to be happy for five seconds.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love my comments and chatting with folks. Letting everyone know I appreciate them ❤️

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't think any of the endings have been that angsty? I guess They Will Never Call Me Weak wins, considering the fact that the rest of Vulkan Lives probably still happens and...oof

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

The Warrior, I guess, but that's just because I love the idea of accidental necron socialism

Do you get hate on fics?

Luckily not. I'm grateful that i write in a comparatively small niche of 40k, which I think helps. People here have been great!

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I've written sex scenes as part of a larger narrative. I definitely intend to write some straight up explicit stuff as well in the future. The gay robot pron calls to me.

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Not really. I think they are fun, I just haven't had an idea for one that tickles my brain enough to write. It would take a lot tbh, one thing I try really hard to do in a fic is match the tone/voice of the original work which is doubly hard in a crossover

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I'd love that!!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I'm a gremlin, I gotta write alone in my cave before emerging with damp, ink stained pages.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Trazyn/Orikan (but Obyron/Zahndrekh is close). Outside 40k I have a lot of love for Catradora. And Griddlehark

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I refuse to leave a fic unfinished. This is my sacred vow

What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm pretty solid at characterization and dialogue. Honestly fic has been great practice for those elements I feel like I've historically been weaker at. I also think I write a mean action scene

What are your writing weaknesses?

Editing. There is not a chapter where I don't find some typo I missed or word I wish I'd fixed. I lack patience when I want to post 😭

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Not something I'd do unless I knew the language or had someone to translate. Luckily it's 40k, everyone is speaking a made up language that I write in English for convenience

First fandom you wrote for?

If we are being technical, The Chronicles of Narnia around age 7. Gotta love those early self inserts

Favorite fic you've ever written?

Don't make me choose!! I wrote them all for different reasons and I'm really satisfied with my little collection

(it's probably The Silence and the Storm)

tagging: @sixteen-juniper

[arnoldhaesen]

Däölkesberg; this mystique marlstone cave offered shelter and accommodation in Prehistoric Times.