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gffa · 5 months

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Over the last week, I decided to go ahead with bookmarking all the fics I've recommended over the years on AO3 since I abide by tumblr poll results always (and man pour one out for all the fic that never made it to AO3 or has since been deleted, sooooo many gems lost to time!) and it was a bit more than the ~3,000 I was expecting:

Hopefully, this will be easier than browsing the hundreds of recs posts I've made, since you can filter for any of the author's tags now! These are mostly focused on Star Wars and DC fandom, but I did my time in the anime mines and occasional tours through some TV fandoms or movies. You can dig into everything unfiltered and start your own filtering, or the bigger fandoms you'll find:

MAJOR FANDOMS: Each of these should have 100+ at minimum and, in the case of Star Wars, literally almost half of them are in that fandom. Look, Star Wars fandom might be a trash fire in a lot of ways, but it is ON FIRE with some good fic. (Older bookmarks not guaranteed to match my current sentiments, especially re: the Jedi, but they did catch my fancy at that point in time!)

STAR WARS: - All Star Wars -OR- All Star Wars minus the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship - OR- Nothing BUT Obi-Wan/Anakin

BATMAN/DC: - DC can sometimes be tricky, but you can do a Batman* search and get most of them (though, sometimes Nightwing* or Young Justice* or Superman* will catch some of the others). Honestly, though, you might want to just do a search for what character or dynamic you like and have fun from there, because otherwise you're getting a face full of my Dick Grayson Is The Center Of The Universe And I'm Making That Everyone Else's Problem agenda. ;)

MARVEL/MCU: - Marvel* will probably get most of the various properties, though you may want to filter for Defenders* or Guardians of the Galaxy* if you're interested -OR- Marvel* without the Thor/Loki - These focus a lot on the Thor* fandom if you want to witness the results of like 8 years of constant voracious reading in that fandom (Minus the ship), because, seriously, I read a LOT of Odinson family fic. - Bonus, just do a search for Maximoff* to find some really good X-Men: First Class-verse because, listen, I have been ALL ABOUT the Maximoff twins since long before the movies or MCU brought them over and I will DIE ON THE HILL of "Marvel, make Magneto their bio-dad again or I'm never reading another comic of yours ever".

TOLKIEN/LORD OF THE RINGS/SILMARILLION/HOBBIT: - Tolkien* -OR- Hobbit* -OR- Lord of the Rings* searches will turn up most of my Elf-hunting, I primarily focus on the Sindar Elves, but look I can't resist my problematic Feanorian faves or that I will die on the hill that Fingolfin is the best ever. (You have NO IDEA how sad I am that so much fic on Stories of Arda or FFNET is not easily bookmarked on AO3, sob. I externally bookmarked a few of the bigger ones, but sooo many shorter faves are missing from my recs tag.)

CLAMP: - X/Tokyo Babylon legitimately bums me out because it's not a huge fandom and yet so much of what was written was pre-AO3 and lost when CLAMPesque went down or was never brought over from Livejournal, yet this fandom (well, the Seishirou/Subaru pairing) still burns brightly in my heart.

BOOKS: Chrestomanci | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

DRAMAS: Nirvana in Fire | The Untamed -OR- Modao Zu Shi

VIDEO GAMES: Dragon Age: Inquisition | Final Fantasy 8 | Genshin Impact | Okami

BANDS: Arashi

All right, whew, that was actually a fun project, despite how much work it was to hunt down a lot of older faves to see if they were on AO3, hopefully you'll find this useful!

#lumi.txt #fic recs #star wars fic recs #batman fic recs

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lauramoon1987 · 1 month

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The Dark Age

A Good Omens Dark Angst Comic

TW: BLOOD/GORE/INJURIES/EYES INJURIES/DEATH

Here is a summary of all the pages made so far. Some have been RE-DESIGNED for the occasion! The story continues..

@goodomensafterdark

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aziraphales-library · 3 months

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hi yall !! i really appreciate how much youve done here, its been so helpful to someone like me who's new to ao3 :D

i wanted to ask if you know of any fics that involves supreme archangel aziraphale after the ending of s2? or anything similar, where aziraphale is some sort of higher power and does alot in heaven

it doesnt have to be after s2, i just like the idea of tired n serious aziraphale who's busy with heavenly duties :)

tysm !! i love you all <3

Hello and welcome! Here are some supreme archangel Aziraphale fics...

We've Got Problems, Memory Problems by davethefish (T)

Aziraphale is Supreme Archangel, tasked with bringing forth the Second Coming. But he keeps thinking about Crowley, until he doesn't. Crowley is stuck on Earth with nothing to do. That is, until he's ripped from Earth into some other place. Work takes place after Season 2 Episode 6, spoilers ahead.

When the Weeping Angel Smiled by Celestially_Being_God (G)

As he went up to Heaven in the elevator, one thing was for sure: things needed to change. And he knew how. A smile planted on his lips as had already orchestrated the first part of his plan, one that no one, not even Metatron, would see coming. All he had to do was play a facade for the angels. Then, he could return to his true home. If he played his cards right, it wouldn't take too long. And hopefully, Crowley would understand his intentions.

The Injury Of Finally Knowing You by unpack_my_heart_with_words (T)

Once in heaven, the angels do what they always do— a kindness. The only blessing is that without his memories, Aziraphale has no idea what he has lost. It will end, as it began, in a garden.

Good Omens: Revelations by Andimyon (M)

After returning to Heaven, newly appointed supreme archangel Aziraphale has to face new and terrible challenges, which he can't solve alone.Will he be able to pay the price to save the world? Can he get help in time, or do the wounds he caused run too deep? Once again, everyone's fate is in their hands...

Re-Canonized by Snarky_Synesthete (T)

Aziraphale remembers who his heart was made for, long before The Beginning...but if that secret is revealed, it will only cause more pain. Hiding his longing and fear from Crowley throughout the ages leaves him desperate for a way to protect them both, once and for all. Saying yes to The Metatron's offer, however, causes some unintended consequences. Now Aziraphale has to figure out how to both protect Crowley as well as earn back the demon's trust.

No Light, No Light by PolarisVega (T)

-- SPOILERS. Please watch season 2 first! -- Aziraphale left his life on Earth behind to take the job as the new Supreme Archangel of Heaven. Delighted to be welcomed back and to have finally earned the respect of Heaven, Aziraphale is doing as much Good as he can from the inside. But when Heaven's plans for the second coming of the Apocalypse are revealed. The consequences of his choices, past and present, are greater than he ever imagined. Can’t wait for season 3? Me neither! This is my version of what could be. Please enjoy! The story is now complete.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #supreme archangel aziraphale #mod d

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borninwinter81 · 2 months

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William Blake and Good Omens - an intertextual analysis

Please note: I did another version of this and posted it, but it was quite hurried, way too short, and was incorrect in a number of ways so I deleted it. However it had already been reblogged by the time i did so. If you happen to see another version of this meta that's not the right one, this is the version I'm happy with!

After my previous post re William Blake and Good Omens did so well, and so many people showed an interest I've decided to do a more in depth piece. This is focused upon the TV version of Good Omens, not the book.

Please don't tag Neil in this - although it's mostly textual analysis I do a very small amount of S3 theorising, and I know he doesn't want to see that.

I am in no way suggesting that Neil and Terry specifically wrote Good Omens with Blake in mind, I honestly just wanted an excuse to write more about Blake because I love his work so much, and I thought it would be interesting to try and apply some intertexuality since the works will contain similar themes, both being about God, religion, humanity, and angels and demons.

I also should stress that I am not an expert on Blake, there are people far more qualified to comment on him than I. I'm just a former literature student who loves his work.

There have been many different interpretations of Blake's work over the years, so it's completely fine to disagree with someone else's ideas about it, as with any work of art or literature. And although this piece is likely to be long, I'll barely be able to scratch the surface of all the possible meanings that could be ascribed to it.

Much like the old adage that if someone claims to understand quantum physics they're lying, I'm not sure anyone can truly fathom the full meaning of Blake's philosophy (especially in his later prophetic works, fuuuuuuck those beasts....), so if you're confused by him don't be discouraged, that's perfectly normal!

That being said, I wish to discuss the parallels between Good Omens and The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, my personal favourite and probably the most accessible of his longer works.

"Without contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence. From these contraries spring what the religious call Good & Evil. Good is the passive that obeys Reason. Evil is the active springing from Energy. Good is Heaven. Evil is Hell."

This excerpt is from near the opening and sets out the central idea of the work - that there is an essential duality to humanity, and each person is a combination of extremes. These extremes are not at war with each other, but rather are equally necessary, hence the "marriage" of the title. "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell" is a metaphor for the human experience.

Consistently throughout The Marriage... Blake refers to the two extremes as Reason and Energy. These terms could be construed in a number of different ways: thought versus emotion, mental versus physical, restraint versus desire, temperance versus excess, caution versus impulsiveness, and following the rules versus free will.

Blake's use of the word "Reason" in this context may be somewhat confusing, however he likely chose it because of his negative feelings towards science and the Age of Enlightenment. Blake saw literal visions of angels and prophets and the divinity of all creation, and hated that science reduced everything to formulas, calculations, and materialism, leaving the world bereft of wonder. "Art is the Tree of Life. Science is the Tree of Death" as he put it.

His ideas about "reason" are best expressed by his painting "Newton". Though inspired by the scientist, it is not a portrait - instead it depicts a figure deeply engrossed in scientific drawings and calculations, totally ignoring the beauty all around him - see below.

In the context of The Marriage... Reason is "passive" because it involves thought, caution, self-restraint, and doing what you are told, all states which block action. Energy is "active" because it is physical, emotional, impulsive and allows you to act based on your own choices and desires. It's quite clear that Blake feels "energy" is the preferable state - he tells us as much in the next section:

"The Voice of the Devil

All Bibles or sacred codes, have been the causes of the following Errors. 1. That Man has two real existing principles Viz: a Body & a Soul. 2. That Energy, call'd Evil, is alone from the Body, & that Reason, call'd Good, is alone from the Soul. 3. That God will torment Man in Eternity for following his Energies. But the following Contraries to these are True. 1. Man has no Body distinct from his Soul; for that call'd Body is a portion of Soul discern'd by the five Senses, the chief inlets of Soul in this age. 2. Energy is the only life and is from the Body and Reason is the bound or outward circumference of Energy. 3. Energy is Eternal Delight."

So the body is an aspect of the soul, not separate from it, Energy comes from the body, it is Reason which places limits upon Energy, but Energy is eternal delight. Physicality, desire, impulsiveness, emotion, sensual pleasure and free will are not wrong or evil, they are aspects of the human soul and it is from them that we derive our enjoyment of life.

This does not necessarily mean that Reason is always bad. After all, Blake tells us that both are necessary for human existence. Sometimes temperance, caution and thought before action are required. But Reason becomes negative when it "usurps its place and governs the unwilling", i.e. when it completely supplants Energy and becomes the sole guiding factor, forcing passivity.

The Angels of The Marriage... are governed by "systematic reasoning", therefore they are wholly creatures of Reason. They are also "all religious" meaning they believe the "errors" stated above. His Devils by contrast "hate religion" meaning they believe the "contraries", which are the true statements according to Blake. It does not necessarily follow that they are wholly governed by Energy, merely that they believe Energy is "eternal delight".

It is worth noting at this point that Blake saw God and religion as totally separate. For Blake, "God" is that connection with divine wonder which was integral to his life; he tells us plainly that "all deities reside in the human breast" and that "the voice of honest indignation is the voice of God". In other words all humans have a direct and intuitive link with God and don't require the church, Priests, or a religious framework and adherence to a set of rules in order to reach moral decisions. These rules exist only to "enslave the vulgar".

The importance of this ability to make one's own choices about a moral course of action is shown by one of the "Memorable Fancy" sections of The Marriage...

Blake relates how a Devil is able to use an Angel's "systematic reasoning" against them:

"if Jesus Christ is the greatest man, you ought to love him in the greatest degree; now hear how he has given his sanction to the law of ten commandments: did he not mock at the sabbath, and so mock the sabbaths God? Murder those who were murder'd because of him? Turn away the law from the woman taken in adultery? Steal the labor of others to support him? Bear false witness when he omitted making a defence before Pilate? Covet when he pray'd for his disciples, and when he bid them shake off the dust of their feet against such as refused to lodge them? I tell you, no virtue can exist without breaking these ten commandments; Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse, not from rules."

The Angel has no way to refute the "reasoning" that Jesus was governed by Energy and "impulse", i.e. his own morality, the "voice of righteous indignation", not reasoning and the rules laid down by Heaven. And because Jesus is the Messiah he must be virtuous, therefore Energy is virtuous. The Angel immediately allows himself to be consumed by fire and is resurrected as a Devil.

How can these concepts apply to the world of Good Omens? This was where my first draft was totally incorrect, as I tried to transfer Blake's ideas about Angels and Demons and Heaven and Hell wholesale, applying "reason" to Aziraphale and Heaven and "energy" to Crowley and Hell. In fact the divide is slightly different in the GO-verse: Crowley and Aziraphale *both* represent Energy, and it is Heaven and Hell that act according to Reason.

At first glance Aziraphale may appear to toe the line - he needs creative application of the rules to make him comfortable with trying to avert the apocalypse, and when he doesn't like the way matters are being handled by the Archangels he seeks a higher authority and goes straight to God. He'd clearly prefer someone to be confirming the rightness of his actions for him. However this doesn't mean that he won't act on his own.

Immediately upon his introduction to the story he has given away his flaming sword, an action that he took impulsively because he felt it was right, not because someone told him to. It bothers him, but he does it anyway.

In the Job storyline, though he initially looks for some loophole within the rules that will allow him to save Job's children, in the end he directly goes against Heaven to do it, even though he believes he is going to Fall and become a Demon for having done so.

Though he resists it and exhausts all other possible avenues first, he eventually does take an active role in averting the apocalypse in S1.

He hides Jim at great personal risk to himself and against the will of both Heaven and Hell, again because he feels it is the right thing to do.

He is therefore perfectly capable of independent action from a position of "righteous indignation".

On a more basic level, he enjoys worldly pleasures, which all come from "energy" according to Blake's philosophy. Food and drink most obviously, but also books, music, dancing, theatre, art and so on.

Crowley is more easy to place as acting from Energy - in spite of the obvious aesthetic differences between them, he also loves worldly pleasures. Alcohol and coffee, snazzy clothing, driving his car with Queen blaring on the stereo, going to lunch with Aziraphale, Shakespearean comedies. All things he isn't supposed to want or need, and which baffle other Demons, in the same way that Aziraphale's desire for food baffles the Angels.

And he's absolutely willing to act according to his own moral impulses when they conflict with Hell's orders (or Heaven's), be it saving Job's children, ensuring that Elspeth doesn't die by suicide, or averting the apocalypse. Yes, he'll try to hide his "good" actions in order to avoid punishment by Hell, but he's firmly "on his own side".

Conversely, Heaven and Hell are both part of the structure of religion in this story, are strictly adherent to a set of rules, and their inhabitants appear to have no real desires of their own, other than possible advancement within the systems they uphold. They are "passive" in that their functions allow the status quo to continue and the "great plan" to unfold as they believe it is meant to, even though each side expects a different outcome.

Again, applying Blake's philosophy, I would say the reason for this is that "energy is from the body". Crowley and Aziraphale have both been given bodies in order that they can exist on earth, and *have* existed on earth for 6000 years, therefore "energy" - physical pleasures and free thinking - have become a part of who they are.

On a more fundamental level, possession of a body can be equated to humanity, and humanity has been shown as the most powerful force of all in this story, its influence having led to Adam becoming "human incarnate", and thus acting according to what he feels is right, instead of fulfilling the function he was destined for.

Heaven and Hell contain no material objects, and the Angels and Demons are spiritual beings, having no bodies, so they are not open to energy, and therefore are wholly governed by Reason, and the preservation of the religious structures within which they exist. Structures which, as for Blake, may not actually have anything to do with God herself. In S1 she is a distant observer, clearly aware through her narration of all that is going on, but not interceding in any way. In S2 she is barely present save for her voice being heard briefly in Job, and overlaid with Gabriel's on two occasions.

Bearing all this in mind, what predictions can we make regarding S3 by applying Blake's philosophy?

"The ancient tradition that the world will be consumed in fire at the end of six thousand years is true, as I have heard from Hell.

For the cherub with his flaming sword is hereby commanded to leave his guard at [the] tree of life, and when he does, the whole creation will be consumed and appear infinite and holy, whereas it now appears finite and corrupt.

This will come to pass by an improvement of sensual enjoyment."

The parallels of the cherub with his flaming sword, and the passage of 6000 years should be obvious to anyone reading this - they have of course been lifted directly from the Bible as they are in GO.

I have read some metas which speculated that Aziraphale's bookshop, or perhaps Earth itself, is a metaphorical stand-in for Eden or The Tree of Life. Aziraphale has been commanded to leave his "Eden" and will now be instrumental in causing the whole of creation to become infinite and holy, but Blake tells us this will be done by an improvement of sensual enjoyment, which arises from Energy not Reason.

Sensual enjoyment is something which is intrinsic to Aziraphale's character, and this could make his placement in Heaven very important.

Putting aside all the "final fifteen" theories and taking matters at face value, Aziraphale tells us that if he's in charge he can make a difference - he needs to subvert the system from the inside out. The most subversive thing of all could be that a sensualist who acts according to "the voice of moral indignation" and "Energy" has become the supreme Archangel. We have seen in Blake how a realisation that Energy could be virtuous was enough to convert an Angel into a Devil (incidentally, does the image of an Angel being consumed by fire and emerging as a Devil seem familiar at all...)

We may have seen the beginnings of this already. Gabriel and Beelzebub became open to Energy from such little things as visiting earth, spending time in one another's company, and their mutual enjoyment of a song, which has given them wants and desires beyond those dictated by Heaven and Hell. This is enough to make them wish to leave their roles behind.

It's possible that the same may happen with Muriel. They haven't yet imbibed food or drink, but they have shown an enjoyment of books, which are an earthly pleasure, and open the reader up to new ideas and ways of thinking.

Of course, this would lead to questions regarding the Metatron's statement that he has "ingested things", and whether this means he is acting from reason or energy. Of course the simplest explanation is that it is a manipulation tactic, and he is lying about having done so, but if true that statement has some interesting implications. However, this is now super-long and I'm out of juice, so will leave others to speculate. I may return to this in the future!

There we go, hope you enjoyed. I doubt this will reach nearly as many people as my first Blake post, but if a few find it of interest then my work is done!

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perryavenue · 6 months

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rainjoy Has A New Post. It's Personal

rainjoy is one of my favorite Klaine fanfic authors. Their first Klaine fanfic was published on LiveJournal in 2011, their last in 2021. Health issues have become more intense over time. Their most famous works, All The Other Ghosts and Grey, were published in 2012 and 2013. So those who've joined the fandom fairly recently may not even know about their other fics, the most recent one being from 2021. rainjoy has written Klaine in every genre: high school!Klaine, college!Klaine, married!Klaine, supernatural!Klaine, fantasy!Klaine, and even superhero!Klaine.

Here is a link to rainjoy's works on Live Journal

Here's a link for Dreamwidth

I hope that you'll help boost it by re-blogging. Thanks in advance, @klaineccfanficlibrary and @todaydreambelieversfic

This is rainjoy's post from today (October 27, 2023).

"Hello, I’m still alive.

Hello, I do mean it, hello anybody around to see this, I really hope you’ve been well, I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I *haven’t* been well. But I have, over a course of fucking months, actually written something, so I’m writing *this* here so I don’t need to leave a novel-length author’s note on it, as some kind of explanation of where I’ve been.

Largely, I’ve been in bed, I’m likely going there again after posting this, they need to invent new words for how tired I am so much of the time, my upgraded wheelchair is worth about as much as my *laptop*, my life revolves around Can I? Probably not. and lots and lots and lots of ‘resting’. I’ve not been well, but please don’t worry, I’ve not been unhappy. This is the golden age of being ill, the sheer quantity of stuff out there to amuse the bedbound – I have books and podcasts, all of Netflix, I practically live on Sky: Children of the Light, when I’m too dopey even for that I have Animal Crossing, when I am genuinely such a puddle of not-human lethargy that all I need is for time to pass until I feel just slightly better again I have videos of other people playing video games on YouTube and I’m sorry my darling baby moths I will pick you up and help you every single time but it will never not be funny watching someone go through Eden for the first time on YouTube, it just never will not make me laugh, oh my gods I’m so *sorry* my loves <3

So anyway, there’s all that, that’s where I’ve been, life really does not work out the way you planned it to, huh? Because outside of my bed, I know I have messages and emails and someone got a tattoo?? You got a tattoo and I’m just really sorry I haven’t been in touch, my energy has to be paid out like a miser, if I want to wash my hair then wow the world is really not getting anything else out of me, you know? But I am still here, and I do still love the things I love. I still think all of it is worth it. I think the world is a *lot* of fun, though I bear in mind that still, and always, we live through very frightening and distressing times. Which actually makes me think we need to cling to the things we love *more*, not less, love makes better people of us, when we let it.

So I did watch the new season of Good Omens when it came out, and safe to say I was not impressed, but it did jog in me the memory that didn’t I write a sequel to it? Yes I did, and it involved *all* that blood. But I reread it – it’s like reading a stranger’s writing after so long – and that jogged the memory: Didn’t you start a sequel to *this*?

Yes I did! Two thirds written, actually, hurrah for my past self. The last third took, I don’t know, when did the new season come out, it took that long. I used to sneeze out this sort of thing. This, now, is getting at my arms, it’ll be another lie down soon. But anyway, the point of all this: I live yet. In the next few days I *hope* I will be formatting and posting a sequel to But Thou Readst Black because of course everyone wants *that* back in their heads again, my gods. And I hope hope hope you’ve been well, I do think of people while I’m stuck doing nothing but pooling my brain out of my ears on YouTube. Look after yourselves, take care of each other, my gods you tattooed yourself I mean more power to you but it alarms me when things I make turn out to be *permanent*, you know? It feels like I barely touch the world anymore, my circumference has become so small, but it makes the world seem only more precious. Take good care of it, and of yourself as part of it. And very, very much love, to anyone remaining to see this, much love <3"

#rainjoy #klaine fanfic #rainjoys writing

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happy-mokka · 11 days

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Happy birthday to me!!! 🎂

Yeah. Hi. It's me. Middle-aged Aziraphale fangirl did his next big step in the direction of the big 50.

Wahooooo! Not really…

I hate my birthdays. Always did. Even as a child.

Now as this middle-aged queerish-dude I am still having a hard time, standing in the middle of things and being cheered on by others.

I was born. Great. Get along, people, nothing to see here. Can you all just go home please?

"Well, what the f*ck are you doing here then, right now, with this post, in the middle of an internet platform in front of a bunch of strangers?!?"

some of you might ask. And rightly so, I must add.

Way more than 12 hours before - it is now past 10 pm in Germany - so this morning after I woke up to be exact, I had seriously contemplated the possibility to call in sick on my birthday, and hide myself from the world, quietly sobbing on my couch. For the first time in my working life of 24 years. I had always been to work on my birthdays. No exception.

But the past months had been hard. I never really felt in control of things, still don't. Those who know me closer, know that I like to be in control. Always a plan at hand. Always prepared…

Only that it didn't really work out…hasn't for quite a long time. I just never admitted it to myself. Always kept on going. My family was always good in repressing things.

Don't show weakness. Keep on functioning. What will the others think? People depend on you!

My family also never really considered me being "a success story" by their standards. I am unmarried. Don't have children. No big career. Ok, I've put enough on the side to live a financial solid life in a nice appartment. But the first part really nagged at them, and through them at me.

So I was already unhappy for quite some time.

Together with an ongoing above-average and ever growing work-load at the office, this feeling of unhappiness turned slowly into dread and then deep sadness, until I felt close to breaking with the beginning of today.

Now, almost 15 hours later, I am here, writing this sappy stuff and am genuinely happy for the first time in months.

"What changed?"

Well, I was thinking about this a lot in the past hour. While sitting in the bus and later while walking home.

Honestly? Nothing really changed.

I got my eyes opened and my perspective adjusted by someone very dear to me. That's what friends are for, and she is the best of them. My bestie.

She is the one who got me addicted to Good Omens last year and pushed me onto this hellsite. She brought me Doctor Who and the Tardis (yeah, I know, shame on me, coming so late to the game…). She makes me constantly re-think my opinions and keeps opening new windows to look through on things I had missed or never noticed before. She is challenging me on a daily basis to be more than I normally would go for or did for many years. She became the closest friend I have ever had in my life. Sure, I know lots of people a lot longer in years. Some since Kindergarten. But none of them digged themselves so deep into the darkest corners of my soul. Places not even my brother or my parents ever got to see. She made me, a life long rather shy introvert, open up, despite the fact that she is even more introverted than I have ever been. I still don't fully understand all of it, but here I am, writing all this to an unknown audience, as proof. A year ago, this wouldn't have been possible, not even in my wildest dreams.

"So, you didn't realize this before?"

I did. It just got pushed aside by all the negative spiralling. Sometimes you don't see, what's right in front of you.

After work, I walked her home. I like doing that. Sometimes talking all the way. Sometimes just walking in silence side by side. At her place she handed me 2 presents and just like that, it clicked. Sometimes, it doesn't take much, if it comes from the heart…

People, meet my new Michael Sheen mug!!!

So, we basically bonded over Good Omens and as faith would have it, we are exactly Aziraphale (me) and Crowley (her) coded. 100%.

It makes me beyond happy, knowing that everytime I'll sip my coffee with my beloved Sheeny, on the other end of town she will sip her hot cocoa out of her corresponding new David Tennant mug.

Good Omens was not the only thing we found out to have in common. The common ground sometimes is really breathtaking and we still regularly stumble over new things it contains. So many things that we equally love. Books, movies, music, long walks, just sitting there in silence and taking in a beautiful view… On the other hand, we are so different in so many aspects, but with the feeling of it rather complementing than dividing us.

She loves to chrochet, I can't even hammer a nail strait into a sponge. Speaking of which, meet my 2nd gift: Audrey!!!!!!!!!

We watched "Little shop of Horrors" (the 1986 version with Rick Moranis) a few weeks ago. Both for the first time. Loved it. I immediately fell for "Audrey", the flesh-eating alien plant. Didn't speak anything out loud, still it didn't go unnoticed…and, yes, it is hand-made!!!

*sigh*

"So, what am I trying to say here?"

Good qestion…

Life can be cruel. Life will be hard at times. It will make you cry, like, a lot.

Try to not go through all this alone. Sometimes those that you least expect it from, turn out to become your anchor in the stormy sea or the lighthouse showing you the way. Build your own little family of friends (even if its just one). Hold them tight, once you found them. Love them with all that's in you. You will get it back ten fold.

To quote the great Neil Gaiman:

Why?

L🥰ve!

@uncleadelheid-will-eat-your-soul , thanks for being all that for me, little introverted geeky metal edgelord office girl, and thanks for enduring my annoying love for bad jokes and even worse puns…

P.S.: Sorry btw for the storm, lighthouse, anchor metaphors with you hating all that's related to the dark blue sea…I still didn't edit them out…maybe we'll be getting there. At least I left out fishy fish…

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kitty-cuddle-time · 7 months

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hi!! do you think you could do an autumn activity themed moodboard w cg Aziraphale and Crowley? Like trick or treating, pumpkin patches, getting cozy and drinking cider, that kinda stuff? it's absolutely okay if not, but thank you very much if you make it!!

@agere-explorer <3

hi!! making this made me so excited for october :) i hope u like it!!

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iamfilledwithfluffy · 6 months

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thinking about nanny Ashtoreth as a caregiver…

(sorry for the low quality image by the way)

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No One Can Know...(9/?)

Word Count: 3,182 Words

Rating: Explicit (Sexual References)

Chapter 9

"What are we calling it?

And what does it cost?

What are we calling it?

And what does it cost?"

- BAD OMENS

Alastor laid awake. Movement drew his eye and his shadow slid itself close beside him. It was very late; but all of the residents had returned to the Hotel – well and accounted for.

A good evening for everyone, it would seem…

Alastor’s shadow tilted its head; seeing Lucifer - still naked and in bed with Alastor – stretched across the radio demon’s chest, sound asleep. The shadow’s lower jaw dropped in silent and shaking laughter.

“Oh, shut up.” Alastor told it. The shadow gave him the widest of grins and then it smoothly slid itself downward; re-attaching itself to Alastor.

Lucifer stirred in Alastor’s arms; but he didn’t wake.

Alastor would never say it was “cuddling”, the word was far too sticky-sweet for his tongue. No, but he would - and could - allow that he became more…possessive after a good mounting. He didn’t mind sharing these post-coital moments of intimacy with the ones he had carnally claimed. Lying there; soaking in all the biological chemicals and hormones that came after sex…Alastor felt more relaxed than he had in ages. It had been so long….

He hated it. Loathed, it entirely but…. Lucifer was right. He was only doing himself a great disservice by not meeting the needs his body required. If it were just the moments of physical intimacy, though, that would be one thing. What came after, was something Alastor always wanted to avoid.

People just didn’t….understand. Alastor could talk to someone until he was blue-in-the-face about his strong disinterest for anything intimate: sex, touch, emotions… All would nod their heads; say that they understood – that they got it but, none ever truly did. It just wasn’t how sex worked. You couldn’t fuck someone; hold them for a moment, then tell them to go-the-fuck-away. His cycles only made things more complicated. Nobody understood how he could go from being so libidinous while in his rut; to being so touch-averse while outside of it. If he could be one way some of the time; why not just be that way all of the time – or at least the times it was convenient? It was fucking frustrating, and it was why things with Vox had been…such a mess.

He sighed; feeling tired. He hadn’t disturbed Lucifer because he knew the King hadn’t been sleeping well…not that he really minded the company right now.

Still, Alastor wasn’t looking forward to yet another awkward morning.

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Early morning came and Alastor stirred without feeling Lucifer stretched across or even pressed against him in bed. He immediately woke up in a good mood. Sitting up; he found that Lucifer was….gone.

He had left.

Alastor’s ears instinctually rotated and flicked; as he looked around the room, and then he saw it. A large and brilliantly-white feather was left on the pillow next to him. Alastor reached for it; touching it carefully as he held it in his hands. It was incredibly beautiful and when his fingers stroked the strands of feathers that split from the shaft; he marveled at their delicate softness.

Dragging a hand across his face; Alastor’s smile softened into something genuine. He twirled the feather between his fingers – his head resting comfortably in the palm of his other hand; laughing softly.

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But, hot damn if that wasn’t a good fuck.

Lucifer tossed his jacket aside; heading to his workroom.

It was still early morning, but he had gotten a good amount of sleep before leaving Al’s room. For the first time in a long time; he actually felt energized and ready to do something.

His thoughts – inevitably – had turned to ‘daydreams about night things’ and he found himself re-playing the night over and over in his mind. It was very rare for him to walk away from a ‘good romp in the sheets’ with someone; feeling so satisfied…and wanting more. Certainly, no one apart from Lilith.

Lucifer thought about Alastor in his deer demon form; licking and huffing against him; taking his time with Lucifer until the King was fully feeling the effects of his sweet and careful attendings; the scent of his musk flooding his senses and system, making Lucifer dizzy with a need to be claimed like he had never known before…

Ah…fuck.

Lucifer’s face flushed hot and he felt a tightening in his groin. The night certainly had lent its inspirations.

Lucifer paused in the corridor; deciding on whether to keep on his way to the work room or to go rub-one-out in the bedroom beforehand.

Fuck it.

And, he turned away from the work room.

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Dressed and ready for his day, Alastor stood in the bedroom just…looking at the bed.

He still felt pleasantly relaxed and maybe, just maybe…more like himself. It was still too early to tell yet.

Going to the bed; he went about throwing back the covers to get to the sheets. Pulling them away from the mattress; he bundled them into his hands – meaning to start the washing of them before it would be time for him to head down to the main floor kitchen and begin the preparation of breakfast.

Holding them there; he paused.

Lifting a hand, he brought the end of a sheet close to his face – inhaling the scents of Lucifer and of their after-sex deeply…steadily – feeling the purest kind of satisfaction.

A week later; six weeks before the extermination, two weeks before the meeting with Heaven…Alastor drifted from the shadows – materializing himself into the King’s bedroom.

The hour was very late – or rather, very early – and Lucifer tossed, and he turned, finding no respite from his night-after-night trend of having gone without sleep.

“My apologies, your grace.” Alastor said to him quietly, approaching the bed and stopping beside it; hands resting on his staff.

“If you’re here for a fucking booty call, forget it. I’m not in the mood.” Lucifer buried his face into his pillow – utterly exhausted and feeling powerlessly frustrated.

“That is not why I’ve come.” Alastor told him, red glowing eyes softly penetrating the darkness. “My rut – blessedly – has ended. I’ve come to…thank you…for your tactfulness in your helping me with seeing it through…”

Lucifer groaned. “This really couldn’t wait until the morning!?”

“Perhaps, something to help you find rest?”

“What?” Lucifer snapped. “You’re here to sing me some fucked up lullabies to lull me to sleep?”

Alastor chuckled. “I hardly think that my hellish tones would soothe anyone into a peaceful slumber…no.”

Alastor shifted his staff over to one hand.

“A gift…if you would allow me.” He twisted his wrist, snapping his fingers. A sharp flash of green and a small antique radio appeared at Lucifer’s bedside table. It was beautifully made; fashioned in varying tones of black and ornately decorated with twisting and winding vines; blossoms of purple deadly nightshade open and blooming along its frame.

Lucifer stared at the gift; blinking.

“If you are ever struggling to find sleep…play it. It will help.” Alastor told him.

“Wait, what do-“ Lucifer started to ask; moving to sit up.

“The directions I have provided are both simple and concise.” Alastor interrupted him; stepping away from the bed. “I bid you a goodnight, my King.” Alastor dipped in a respectful bow. “And, pleasant dreams…” He melted into the shadows; and then was gone.

Lucifer groaned; pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

What the actual fuck, Al…

Feeling like he really had nothing to lose; Lucifer reached for the radio – turning the knob.

An eerie but lovely lilting played from the radio and Lucifer stiffened; tears painfully filling his red and strained eyes.

Lilith.

The sound of her voice…the notes that she sung – they caressed his tired and aching soul.

Melting back into the bed; Lucifer silently cried into his pillow – falling asleep to the beautifully tranquil tones sung to him by his beloved wife; coming from the radio.

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The sunroom that Lucifer had invited Alastor to take tea in was exquisite.

Tall and immaculate windows pervaded the space; allowing limitless natural light through the sparkling glass and lending a brilliant view to all of the Pride Ring.

Days had passed since Alastor visited Lucifer in the night and the demon could plainly see that the King was feel much more rested. Lucifer carried himself with more of a bounce in his step and expressed the highest of enthusiasm for the most trivial of topics. All in all; he was much more obnoxious and forthcoming than he had been, even before; and Alastor briefly considered disassembling the radio he had gifted before he departed at some point today.

“So, no more rutting about then, I take it.” Lucifer noted, stirring his tea with one clawed finger.

“Mercifully, no. I should be done with that for some time, I hope.” Alastor told him, sipping from his own cup.

A shame…I thought it was just getting good.

“The radio I gifted to you seems to have helped.” Alastor told him, nodding.

“I wanted to ask you about that…” Lucifer said, pulling his finger to his mouth and sucking the tea from it. “Where did you get it?”

“Why, I made it.” Alastor told him. “With the Queen’s help, of course.”

“You saw Lilith?” Lucifer asked him.

“Yes.” Alastor leaned back; holding his cup in both hands. “She summoned me. She wanted to discuss the upcoming meeting that Charlie has with Heaven; to inform me that Adam and his lieutenant would be in attendance.”

Lucifer nodded. “I am…not surprised. There’s 10 days left…not much time to prepare Charlie but I’m sure you’ve got that well covered.”

“I have been given strict instructions in making sure that I don’t do that, actually.” Alastor told him; an irritated expression crossing his smiling face as he sipped from his cup.

“What? Why?”

“How should I know? Lilith says she wants Charlie…’unprepared’. She wants to see how things play out, I suppose.”

“But, that doesn’t make any sense.” Lucifer told him angrily.

“Yes, well, you Morningstar’s are chock-full of beguilements, if you ask me.”

“Well, ask her!” Lucifer’s voice rose.

“Why should I?” Alastor asked him, calmly. “She’s your wife, you ask her.”

“I can’t!” Lucifer nearly roared at him.

“That…is not my problem. It is a problem that you have very much created for yourself with making your deal. I refuse to get caught up in all of this pretentious family drama.” Alastor shrugged.

Lucifer fumed at him and Alastor continued to sip from his tea; ignoring him.

Taking a deep breath in; then releasing it Lucifer asked:

“So, how is she? Lilith? Does she seem ok? Did she say-“

“Oh, for God’s sakes, Lucifer.” Alastor set his tea down; leveling his gaze on the angel. “Really, talk to your own wife.”

“I can’t contact her!” Lucifer yelled, throwing his arms out.

“What?”

“I can’t….contact her.” Lucifer said, quieter now. “Unless there’s an emergency or there’s vital information she needs or – or, Charlie needs something, I can’t get involved!”

“I understand that…to a point, but why is she being so…stringent?” Alastor wondered.

“It was…a preventative measure.” Lucifer sighed. “Lilith has carefully planned this all through, at each and every crucial step…she couldn’t risk any mistakes.”

“She was worried that you might get cold feet…” Alastor realized.

“An understandable concern of hers, I’m afraid.” Lucifer sighed.

“This isn’t something new…is it?” Alastor asked him. “You’ve tried this before?”

“Not…committedly, no.”

Alastor was quiet then, thinking…

“Well, what will you do now?” Lucifer lifted his tea. “If you can’t help Charlie and you no longer have any use for me, what will you do with all of this extra free time?”

“I still have my responsibilities as your daughter’s hotelier. There’s enough maintenance and upkeep to attend to with that old and dingy enterprise; I hardly think I’ll find myself bored and with nothing to do for quite some time.”

Alastor did not miss the brief disappointment that crossed Lucifer’s expression.

“Still…there’s the matter of Charlie’s incessant need for participations in her various bonding activities. I admit, it would be nice to have an excuse to slip away from all of that once in awhile.” Alastor watched Lucifer from his cup of tea, taking a swallow.

“Wow. They must be terribly unbearable for you if you are insinuating that you’d rather keep company with me.” Lucifer smiled.

“Utterly unbearable.” Alastor deadpanned. “Well, for the most part. There have been some moments of brief….entertainment.” Alastor briefly remembered the drama that had unfolded when Sir Pentious had first come to the hotel; driving a rather tasty – though brief - rift between Angel Dust and the others.

“Anyway, I’m sure you and I can always find something to do underneath the guise that we are preparing for whatever this meeting with Heaven may bring. Or, perhaps I could extend my own personal invitation to the King of Hell to attend and participate in one such activity.”

“Eh, maybe not…” Lucifer cringed; thinking about how he often fumbled through such social interactions.

“It might be fun,” Alastor teased. “You and I could put on a real show for everyone…reluctant foes coming together for a greater cause.”

“You and I are supposed to be having been working together…planning things. How reluctant is that supposed to really make us?”

“Oh, believe me.” Alastor told him, smiling wickedly. “There will be plenty to work with.”

“Hm, maybe.” Lucifer though, thinking that it actually did sound like it might be sort of fun. “But, maybe I prefer that we spend our time doing…other things.”

“Oh, don’t go starting with that nonsense already.” Alastor hissed.

“You really don’t want to then, huh?”

“No…not really.” Alastor told him, ears leaning back. Then, “Not now.”

“Well, I don’t exactly mean…right now.” Lucifer explained. “Does it have to be when in you’re in rut?”

“No…” Alastor was looking away, trying to decide how much he wanted to delve into this particular topic. So far, he had found no regrets in having…relations….with Lucifer. But, his concerns came with rather precedented and justifiable hesitations.

“I’m sorry, that was…very insensitive of me.” Lucifer told him, sincerely.

Alastor’s ears lifted and he looked at the King with confusion.

“You’ve told me your feelings in regard to intimacy and I…I promise I can respect that. I still have trouble wrapping my head around the idea, to tell you the truth.” Lucifer was telling him, seriously.

“You’re not my play thing, Alastor.” Lucifer continued. “I actually find that I truly enjoy your company.”

Alastor stared at him, one ear tweaking slightly.

“I can be a little narrow-minded sometimes, and I apologize for that too. Unlike you, sex is something that I really and truly enjoy; I doubt that I could ever really get enough of it.” Lucifer mused. “I mean: sex can mean different things to different people all of the time, right? Especially when you consider it under a variety of situations. Sex can be sex or it can be a lot more…maybe, I just don’t have a fair perspective with it though. I have the ability to shape-shift. My body – it’s a tool to me, there’s nothing constant to it. It’s not my one-and-only and I have no reservations in using and changing it for whatever means I choose to.”

“Hm…a very interesting perspective.” Alastor admitted. “I certainly would never have considered it.” He was thinking… “I still don’t know how comfortable I am with our…situation.” Alastor told him, honestly. “It feels…wrong, being involved between you and Lilith. You both care about each other very much. I was willing to allow you to…help me with my problem because I couldn’t honestly think of a better way.”

“We do care about each other, we love and adore each other but…it’s unconditional. Lilith and I have been each other’s for so long that…there’s never a question or an action that can shake that…that connection that we both share with one another. It’s…hard to explain. Maybe I’m just incredibly old and this is me going off and rambling about things.” He laughed lightly.

“You must miss her terribly.” Alastor acknowledged.

“Every day.” Lucifer told him, looking away. “I mean, this isn’t the first time that we’ve…spent some time apart – it’s not even been the longest - but it’s the first time that I haven’t been able to see or talk to her on a whim and that’s what’s hard.”

Alastor sighed.

“If…I’m being honest.” He said, watching Lucifer carefully. “I might be…open to spending more quality time…with you.”

“Al, I don’t need you to feel bad for me, I-“

“With all due respect, your highness, please do shut the fuck up for a moment.” Alastor hissed.

Lucifer snapped his jaw closed, listening.

“I’m not saying this because I feel bad for you; really the thought of saying this to you out of pity just disgusts me. No.” He shook his head. “I have come to appreciate the level of respect and acknowledgement that you have shown with my…personal tastes. And, if you are so willing, to uphold that behavior, I suppose I wouldn’t mind exploring this…whatever, it may be…a bit further.”

Lucifer stared at him.

“All that I ask is that you continue to respect my…boundaries as I lay them. And…that if at any time, at any moment - or if there be any question…that there comes to be any sort of problem with my involvements - between you and your wife – we end it then and there. I will not be made to be the wedge that drives you two apart.” Alastor finished.

Lucifer just continued to stare at him, jaw locked.

Alastor sighed. “You may speak now.”

“Fucking deal!”

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The evening that marked Charlie’s meeting with Heaven arrived and the hotel was found emptied of all of its current residents – save for one.

Alastor finished his repairs to the damned wall and sent his shadow loose to patrol and guard the empty establishment, waiting for Lucifer. He knew the King was feeling especially anxious with Charlie’s having gone to meet with Heaven without him – knowing that she would have to face Adam again. Nothing Alastor could do would assuage his worry but, perhaps…some distraction.

His rut only freshly ended, Alastor wasn’t feeling much to being touched or fondled by someone quite yet, but he always had other means at his disposal.

Lucifer was surprised to find that the radio demon had actually summoned him directly to the radio tower this time, rather than his personal room at the hotel. What’s more: he really wasn’t anticipating materializing into its dark interior to find Alastor strung up and naked – hanging and wrapped sensuously in a swarm of shadows and bundles of moving tentacles.

Dropping both his cane and his jaw, Lucifer starred up at the incredibly surreal and erotic display.

“Care to join me, sire?” Alastor asked him, his voice low and filled with grated lust. “I can promise that you won’t be disappointed…”

A tendril, hanging from the rafters snaked down – twisting and wrapping itself around Lucifer’s torso; the tip hovering and wavering for a moment before it pressed itself against the tight bulge at the seam of the devil’s crotch.

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Tell me, dear readers...would you like the next Chapter to be this last scene played out or do we continue with more story? Hm...?

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Some Lightcannon Headcanons

Just some thoughts re: these two idiots, specifically how I've been writing them in the Ill-Omen's fanfic series. YMMV, 'official' lore is pretty fuzzy with League stuff. LUX

Lux was expected from a young age to continue the Crownguard legacy in some fashion. With her brother captaining the Dauntless Vanguard, the possibility that he would Die in Glorious Battle leaving that branch of the Crownguard line without an heir would mean Lux stepping up.

Demacia seems fairly gender equal so there are plenty of ways she could do this. But if Garen were to die without issue, as the last remaining heir to that branch she'd have more pressure on her to Continue the Line through marriage and children on top of whatever else she was doing.

She is a trained diplomat and very good at putting her game face on. She usually expertly plays the sunny, charming young lady that has led her to be beloved across Demacia, but she uses so many different smiles she's literally numbered them in her head.

Like most good facades, it's not entirely inaccurate to who she is; Lux really does have a lot of warmth, compassion and idealism, but she isn't naive. She won't hesitate to manipulate people to her advantage if she needs to protect herself or a loved one, defuse a conflict, or deflect scrutiny.

Illuminators

As an Illuminator, she is officially a member of a charitable religious order responsible for helping the poor and downtrodden of Demacia. This is an aspect that Lux excels at, her natural empathy and ability to remain calm in the face of others' distress make her a natural carer.

The Illuminators also operate secretly as a spy network keeping tabs on outside threats to Demacia, including infiltration by old enemies like Noxus. Though young, Luxanna's political status as a Crownguard makes her a valued asset to the Order.

The Illuminators are also one of the few organizations in Demacia that tolerate and utilize mages, albeit discreetly and off the record. They are aware of Lux's abilities and have trained her to use them - covertly - in service of her country.

The Illuminators have on occasion acted to conceal and protect mages or smuggle them to safety, particularly those who might prove useful to their mission.

This puts them directly at odds with the Mageseeker order, (completely separate in my canon) who consider them bitter rivals and suspect, but cannot prove, that they aid mages in secret.

Like most oppressive regimes, the Mageseekers are giant hypocrites and use mages, brainwashed or tortured into compliance, as agents themselves.

In short; the Illuminators believe magic is a viable tool to protect Demacia if carefully shepherded and trained, Mageseekers believe magic is an abomination that must be suppressed or destroyed at all costs.

Lux has proven herself to the Order in several high-difficulty missions, including spying on the Noxian high command, primarily using her invisibility and light-bending powers to remain unseen and gather intel from a distance.

Though the Illuminators have kept Lux away from missions requiring seduction, to avoid 'sullying the Crownguard name', she has killed in the line of duty more than once.

Whilst not a frontline soldier like her brother, Lux has been trained since childhood like any Demacian noble in the warrior arts. She is adept with sword, staff, knife, bow, shield, lance and a deft rider.

She excels most at tactics and strategy; whilst Garen is a fearless and shrewd battlefield commander, Lux has a greater grasp of big-picture strategy and perceptive ability to read others.

She always beats him at strategic games.

Lux is a combat pragmatist. Her magical moves are dance-like and graceful, because when channeling her light she's accessing a transcendant mental space; her swordplay is more to-the-point, favoring strong defense and a quick end to the encounter.

She's not a natural killer, though she is as trained one; she'll kill in self-defense or duty, but she does not enjoy it and feels the weight of each life taken. She finds Jinx's aptitude for killing alarming, less out of moral judgment than out of fear that Jinx may lose herself in it if she goes too far.

Lux's strict, privileged upbringing, many duties, and the necessity of guarding herself from anyone discovering her magic have left her with very few actual, close friendships. She's often lonely, and whilst she's had a handful of unrequited crushes she's inexperienced with romance or relationships and feels like the Crownguard name intimidates away potential partners. She is quick with a smile but keeps people at arms' length for her own protection; with the weight of her name and her secrets on her small shoulders, Lux is slow to trust for very good reasons.

#lightcannon #luxanna crownguard #jinx #lux #jinx x lux #arcane #arcane jinx #lol jinx #arcane netflix #jinx arcane #jinx league of legends #my headcanons

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