#lux illuminated

[aurelion-solar]

Lux: Illuminated - LoR Concept Art by Audrey Axt

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The Studebaker Corp, 1947

[renatanebitno]

- and that the alpha girl I want, brrmmm brrmmm ... 💕

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Len Davies and Maia Whitney, by @scarvenartist

[angelitam]

Le maquillage couleur pêche de Tom Ford

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[candylandphotos]

Glitter Beauty Face Sparkle Makeup Gold Shimmer

"Radiating Elegance: A Golden Touch of Glitter Beauty and Shimmering Makeup."

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[thefugitivesaint]

Evelyn De Morgan (1855-1919), 'The Light Shineth in Darkness and the Darkness Comprehendeth It Not, no date "De Morgan derived her inspiration for this drawing from the Gospel of St John, Chapter 1 Verse 5. This follows the story of creation and the emergence of God from nothingness, reflecting on the triumph of light against darkness. Christian doctrine is clearly present in many of De Morgan's works, and several of her paintings employ biblical titles and themes. From around 1910 her paintings show a shift into the use of more ambiguous spiritual imagery. De Morgan's mother-in-law, Sophia De Morgan, was a Spiritualist who had a profound influence on the artist's personal beliefs and style; particularly in her later career.

This drawing shows a heavenly figure of light exquisitely rendered in a blaze of gold. She is holding a lamp in her left hand, whilst showing the sign of benediction in her right. Rays of light radiate out to fill the whole composition, brightening the dark landscape and illuminating snakes and reptiles who lurk below in the gloom. This work relates to De Morgan's 1895 oil painting Lux in Tenebris…whose title also derives from the Gospel of St John. In Lux in Tenebris, the heavenly central figure is dressed elaborately in gold and holds a laurel branch, whilst two crocodiles circle below. In 1906 De Morgan also painted another oil titled The light shineth in the darkness…featuring a similar composition, but instead of reptiles at the angel's feet there lie three naked figures, shackled to rocks and blinded by despair. Though De Morgan exhibited and was known as an oil painter, she used gold drawing on dark paper throughout her career. There are fourteen known works in this medium. The contrast between the black paper and gold paint makes these jewel-like pictures singular within her oeuvre." Source

[questionablecuttlefish]

So.... My "Arcaneify my art" project escalated quickly.

Lux as she appears in the Ill-Omen's series.

Go read it if you haven't already 💛💙

[calchexxis]

I think I skipped a few posts, but here it is, the final chapter of Flashbangs & Frag Grenades.

For those who do not know, this story was actually started before Arcane, and so the entire first...third? Of the series is before any of that dropped. When I first started posting this story, there were less than 100 fics under the Lightcannon tag, and by the time it hit 100, I was more than 10% of them. Now, there are over 1,000.

I don't say this to self-aggrandize, even though I know that's what it will sound like, but I genuinely don't know what Lightcannon as a fic-fandom would look like without Flashbangs. The reason I say that is because, and this is not a joke, when Arcane dropped, the only longform Lightcannon fic/series that I'm aware of that was still being regularly updated was mine. Most of the other fics in the tag were short, 1-2 chapters, or ficlets. There are a few standouts like 'Don't Lose My Number' by Starcola and the '100 Beautiful and Ugly Words' ficlet series by Ironstatic.

I think the longest one of the Pre-Arcane Lightcannon classics was Illuminous Duet by Kindredtea, but even that, ironically, had its first chapter posted two weeks after the first fic of Flashbangs: Wherefore Cometh Light.

Jinx has always had a kind of fun appeal to her, but to me, Lux is my girl. It's so strange for me to see echoes of my Lux in other people's fics. It's even stranger to see my personal ao3 tags 'Jinx is crazy, Lux is Crazier' show up in works whose authors I've never spoken to. So that's what I mean when I say, I don't know what the Lightcannon fandom looks like without Flashbangs, because it was here when it really took off, and it continued through the events of Arcane, and onward all the way to today. I think that Flashbangs codified what Lux was 'supposed' to sound like in fandom in the same way that Arcane codified Jinx, and I am proud of that.

For those of you have gotten this far, there is a Audiobook of Flashbangs in production, being professionally recorded chapter by chapter, and uploaded to Spotify and Apple Podcast completely for free, and we are up to the final book in the series.

If you want to donate to the cause, please check HERE.

I can't wait to see what Season 2 brings. I can't wait to see what you all create. I hope that Flashbangs continues to tell its story to all of you, so with that said, cheers.

Because We Have Come To Terms.

[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hi i saw your newt x mermaid reader and i was wondering if you could do a newt x jellyfish!reader if you have to much on your plate please discard this and make sure to eat healthy, drink lots of water, and take regular naps!! Have a great day!!🫶

Hello dear, thank you for your request, I love mermaids, so here is your request 🪼🧜‍♀️✨️. Comments, feedback and reblogs appreciated 😊

Newt scamander had a new founded creature within a new enclosure, sanctuary.

"Hey, buddy! Don't know where we're going, but feels like we're tryna' beat the Christmas rush on a late night." Jacob said, huffing as he tried to keep up with this crazy fellow he met a few months ago.

"Quickly, Oh Jacob, I've the most exciting new discovery to show you." Newt couldn't wait to show his newfound friend of a recent new species he was yet to explore. As they trailed down the stairs, he stopped in front of a room. The room simulated a nightie ominous glow.

Jacob, trying to catch his breath, looked up, his gaze landing on a silver tank, sealed with a rotary valve.

"Um, a tank? You wanted to show me how plumbin' worked?" He attempted to joke, seeming a little disappointed compared to the other creatures Newt had shown.

"I-i found them, on the shores near the Caribbean, some poachers wanted to dissect them for their skin, for medicine, of course." Newt's voice went a little quiet with disdain on the last line. He was known for being kind-hearted and soft-spoken. But. There were some, only a few people he truly despised—those who wanted to hurt his creatures.

Newt flickered his wand, muttering "lux." A sub spell to lumos. Instead of the wand igniting light, the light ignites in the room.

As Jacob glanced closer, his eyes couldn't make anything at first, until, he saw a bioilluminscent light illuminate through darkness.

Your oral arms gently floated as your tentacles flowed with the current, searching for food. As Jacob glanced up at your face, you illuminated a combination of different colours. Pink, red, Orange, blue, sometimes flashing your colours, investigating this new person.

The bell on your head opened, showing the inner muscle illuminating. Jacob stepped back as your bell closed keeping you afloat.

"W-what is that?" Jacob asked, astounded and amazed. Newt smiling with excitement at his new discovery, "At first, I thought this Cnidaria's habitat was located around the Amazon, but, it was only recently I discovered, their from the deep or as you muggles put it, the hadal zone."

"Cnida-who-now-" he questioned.

"Cnidaria, a phylum of the jellyfish, sea anemones and corals." Newt stated.

"So what'cha sayin' is their a jellyfish." He concluded.

"Of the sort yes, but, I decided to give them a name of homo gelata pisces."

"Homo, gelato pieces got it."

Newt then waved his wand. The window of the tank becoming a liquid entrance. "Unfortunately, we can't open the top, their-uh-not used to this kind of pressure."

"Pressure? Their a fish right, ain't a tank enough."

"No, not really, if you lived in a different environment with different pressures, you'd explode, becoming a blob of organs."

As Newt encouraged Jacob to touch you, he was amazed and entranced. As if you were a mystical alien from another planet.

You turned, sensing a strange presence. "Boy mister, I must say this is truly somethin'."

"No-no, wait, not there—."

Quickly newt grabbed Jacobs hand.

"What?" He quickly jercked his hand back in shock.

"Not the tentacles, one touch and the stinging can last up to a year, the most painful thing imaginable."

"Ok, noted." He said.

"Try up here, the bell." Newt guided his hand to touch the bell of your head. The sensation of your head was soft, slimy and squishy with weird muscle movement.

You emitted a strange pattern of colours. Newt smiled further, finding you a fascination. "They like you."

"Really? How can you tell?".

"Most creatures use sound to communicate but—in the deep its different. I studied different patterns of lights, similar to your muggles morse code. They use lights for communication."

You emitted different colours of blue, pink and red.

"Yes, he's a dear friend of mine."

Jacob was amazed. How newt could get all that from just a flash of light was mind boggling.

You then flashed red, green and yellow.

"Don't worry, you're safe here with me."

Jacob then asked "hey, uh, tell em' if they might like one of my uh baked goods."

You flashed a colour of red and white.

Newt smiled "they said, they'd love to. They live on a diet of mostly zooplankton but, they can adapt to such food changed its incredible."

You flashed a colour of blue and pink.

"What, uh, what does that mean, mister."

"They say your rather the spectacal, a good person with a good heart." Newt translated.

Newt suddenly saw something he had never seen, your large oral arm lifted to touch Newt's and Jacob's. Wrapping around the fabric of their clothes. Your tentacles floated around them.

You didn't sting them but used this as a formal greeting in your kind.

Newt eventually moved you into a much more nicer enclosure where you were free to float where you liked as he fed you zooplankton. You would absorb it through the bell of your head.

Newt spent alot of time with you, you were the most enchanting creature he ever met.

One day, when you turned human by accident. You couldn't help but this whole new world a spectacle. Your skin had bioilluminscent lights and yet your features were more glowing then most humans.

Newt took care of you showing you the whole world and teaching you of wizards and witches.

You were able to transform at will between human and homo gelata pisces.

During valentines day, you learnt of feelings. You had developed feelings for newt in your human form.

When he dove into the tank with you, your whole body lit up as you shared a kiss with him.

He swore to bring you back to your home after.

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[aurelion-solar]

Legends of Runeterra: Dreamlit Paths - Lux Followers Jarro Lightfeather - Dreamlight Alina - The Light of Demacia - Aberrant Mageseeker - The Petricite Hall - Luminosprite - Rising Light - Incandescence - Smoldering Smirk

[renatogpadilla]

Light-Bleed.

It was supposed to be another patrol.

Lux and her Illuminators were supposed to be the scouts. That was the point of the name! Illuminate where the threat was and then Garen's men would take care of it. To the Demacian commoner, they were a charitable order of pious men and women who gave charity to the poor and downtrodden, but they could hold their own if push came to shove. Of course, that was only until backup arrived... At least without Lux outing herself.

So when they realized the little mage camp they were supposed to scout out was the current acting base of the Sylas of Dregbourne, saying they were in over their head was the understatement of the century.

Care to imagine what happens when you send a closeted Demacian mage-noble to a camp with a guy whose main superpower is to literally detect and absorb magic...?

What happens, as Garen Crownguard would discover that day, was a massacre.

When the Mageseekers arrived, there weren't many enemies left to fight. Just the marks of a long pair of magical chains, lining the split remains of the members of his sister's squadron.

If you're an older sibling, you might be able to imagine a fraction of the fear that Garen felt. All these bodies, of Mages and Illuminators alike... They could have all been killed, but they'd fought to the last man... They'd actually forced a retreat from Sylas from his own base. For all intents and purposes, they'd won the day!

But they weren't here to celebrate. They weren't here to cheer and rejoice that that monster had one less foothold in their home... They were dead. Splintered. Chained to death.

And his sister was nowhere in sight.

There was never a more panicked man than Garen Crownguard as he was in that moment. His men could handle the stragglers. He immediately started looking for survivors, but the big brother in him really only looked for one.

He caught the little flash of light out of the corner of his eye. Dim as death, but it was there. And he started digging under a small mound of bodies, once men and women of the Shield, like himself. And below the remains of about ten dead Illuminators, barely clinging to life, with a cracked breastplate, and a bleeding out of her side, her hands aglow, agonizing, but alive, was his sister Lux.

He picked her up as gently as he could in the state she was in. She'd hidden under the bodies to live. Or had they hidden her in the end, even knowing what she was? Gods, she would hate herself for this forever... He would make sure every single one of them had a hero's burial. He tucked her hands close to his chest so nobody could see, and his men understood. They took one look at him and told him to go. Normally, he would be the one staying above everyone else... Since when do his men give him orders? But this was Lux, and if there was one thing that had been abundantly clear since he day Garen had become a member of the Dauntless Vanguard and of the Mageseekers, and all of the men and women under him knew it, was the unshakeable faith and insurmountable love the Lord Commander felt for his little sister, and her for him. The few people that knew them personally would swear upon the Spirits that Lux was the only real weakness Garen had. The only thing that could cause him true damage.

And now his sister was dying.

The Mageseekers knew two things for sure as they saw him carry his sister away, running to where he knew she would have leashed her horse, Starfire, to a tree far enough away from danger: The first was that the pain he was going through right now was the most broken they would ever see him.

The second was that the reckoning that would befall the man that had dared lay hands on his little sister would be so righteously terrible, so incredibly brutal and visceral, that the Protector herself would look away in disgust.

But right now, Garen was running... and he was panicking. His sister winced in pain and her hands lit up brighter. She was glowing! He couldn't take her back to the Garrison! They'd know! He couldn't-!

"B-brother..." She could barely form the word. "Star..."

"I know, Lux, I know! I'll get her! I'll get you! You're going to be fine, I swear!" He rounded the corner and indeed, there was Starfire, whining like crazy. There had to be someone he could take her to...! All the healers were under the Crown, and everyone that wasn't was not going to keep their mouth shut about a Mage noble! Who else, who else...?!

He got close to the horse and his sister put a weak, glowing hand to her nozzle and whispered a name between whimpers.

"Isha..."

The horse got it immediately. As soon as she was free and Garen and Lux were on top, she bolted faster than Garen had ever seen her. Isha...? Garen hadn't seen her since the talk they'd had on the balcony a few months back... But she and Lux were close. She already knew... Whether she could help...

He'd trust his sister.

If she thought Isha could save her, he'd put his faith in her too. He let Starfire guide him to the woods next to a little town he'd never heard of before. Into the woods she galloped, fast as lightning, and dodged what Garen would later know were small metal plates on the ground. Traps, for intruders that got too close. Star knew the pattern by heart now.

His sister's whole skin was glowing. No. Not glowing... Flickering. In and out and dimmer every time.

The mare stopped in front of a ramshackle hut in the middle of the woods. Garen didn't have time to appreciate the decor. He patted Star on the head and carried his sister off.

"ISHA!!!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "ISHA, SHE NEEDS YOU!"

He didn't hear the door unlock over his own heartbeat. The girl with the blue hair basically pushed the door down, her hand clutching something on her thigh.

"Garen? How did you-?" She managed. Then she saw her... Lux bleeding in her brother's arms, her glow wild and uncontrollable, barely clinging to life.

Her world came crumbling down all at once.

"Please..." Garen barely managed it.

That snapped her out of it. "Get her inside." She whispered, almost to herself, and then louder. "GET HER INSIDE, NOW!"

Whatever was on the main table was thrown to the side before Garen could lumber through the door. He put his sister there, in the middle of the room and gave Isha some space. At once, the raggedy woman started patching her up, taking whatever supplies she had on hand. And cleaning up the wounds.

"There's a lot of blood... I can't... There's gotta be SOMETHING!" She'd dressed the wounds and cleaned them up. She'd tried every ointment she could think of that would be safe and even removed pieces of metal from her wounds, but now Jinx was fully panicking. Lux was twitching on the table... What the hell could she do?! She'd not seen wounds this bad since... since...

"Stay awake, baby, stay with me!" The girl said, repeating it to both his sister and herself. Her hands moved so fast Garen couldn't keep track... He thought he saw a flash of purple as she moved from time to time, but that was probably him hallucinating out of stress. Little by little, a bunch of bandages and rags got tinted red...

Too red... Too much...! She could fix the lesser injuries but...

Oh. That's what she could do. What she and nobody else could.

She leaned over Lux's face. "Lux? I need you to listen to me... There's something I can do. And I don't know if it'll work, but if it does, it's going to hurt like hell. It's risky but it's all I've got, okay, love?"

Lux managed to lock eyes with her and Garen saw a softness - a love - he'd never seen in his sister before, even through the pain. She nodded. "Trust y-you..."

That was all Jinx needed to hear.

"I love you. Whatever happens, I love you, Luxanna." She kissed her like there was no tomorrow, and for a fraction of a second she was afraid there wouldn't be... "Garen, get her on the bed!" She said, and she ran to her workbench.

Garen didn't have to be told twice.

"I have you sister! I'm here, we're both here! We're not going anywhere!" He carried her to the room in the back and laid her on a comfy thatch bed. "What now?!"

Isha came into the room, rubbing a wet cotton furiously on her arm. "Now, you hold her down. This is going to be bad."

Then she pulled out a syringe and started drawing her own blood without a second of hesitation.

"What are you-?"

"My blood's not all normal. There's a drug in there that saved my life before. I'm hoping it saves her's too."

"Hoping?!"

"I'VE GOT NOTHING ELSE! YOU WANT HER TO LIVE OR NOT?!?!"

As she said it Garen could barely notice her eyes glowing, a small flash of purple, and then a brighter glow, not from her eyes, but from the syringe. A mix of crimson and neon purple that Garen could feel went against everything he once believed in... Blood Magic, in the most literal sense.

Isha got closer. "Okay, Lux, here goes. Whatever you see, it's not real. We love you!"

She stuck the syringe in the biggest wound she could find and pressed, trying for the life of her to focus on her job and not on Lux's screams of agony as the Shimmer entered her system.

Garen held her down on the bed as much as he could...

And then the lights went crazy.

One moment, her skin glowed like she was about to burst, a mix of gold and purple as gorgeous as it was terrifying. Her eyes, her hair, everything in the room changing colors wildly. The daytime seemed to turn off at one point. The sun outside looked blue, the shadows on the corners of the room felt brighter than any torch and the mirror reflected nothing but a black void where the light should have hit.

All throughout, Luxanna writhed in pain, and all throughout Jinx and Garen held her. And at some point, Jinx put a hand on Garen's shoulder, and he returned the gesture...

One last, massive scream of agony, Lux, lurching forward with almost enough force to push Garen off, and Jinx could swear she lifted a few feet off the bed, the light of her and Garen's own bodies dancing haywire as the Bright Lady fully lost control... and then...

Darkness. Pitch black darkness.

And little by little, the colors returned to the room. The right colors. Dimmer than before, but slowly returning regardless... Like the saturation was coming back to an old photograph.

Lux didn't move. Garen didn't move. He just held her, like a broken ragdoll he couldn't - he wouldn't - live without.

Isha didn't let go of Lux's hand as she sprawled herself and put her ear to her chest... Jinx had never prayed honestly in her life until now.

Nothing.

Nothing...!

Terrible, unreal nothing...!

.....

And then, faintly, weakly, almost imperceptibly, but there...

A heartbeat.

And now Jinx let the tears out.

"Oh, Lux!" She held her so tight she might've crushed her if she wasn't careful. "Oh, love, you really had us going there, honey! You'll be okay, you'll be okay...!"

She was alive. Garen looked at the gaping wound in her side and... He couldn't believe it. It was a small change, but the wound wasn't bleeding anymore! In fact it was... closing. Not super fast, but fast enough to notice.

His sister would live.

He finally allowed himself to breathe as he dropped on the corner of the room.

And very faintly, because his voice was still gone, he laughed. A nervous cry-laugh, like only a big brother could. And his tears began to dance in his eyes and off as well...

*****

It took a few minutes for them to catch their breath and Garen left the room to let Lux recover. He had taken off his armor. It had felt heavy for the first ever time today.

He sat on the couch outside the room in his slacks as Isha came out of the room, pacing.

"She's stable." She said. "Might not wake up for a while, but she'll live..." She had something folded over her shoulder...

She went over to her workbench and picked up a huge backpack and dragged it to the door. Then she sat on the floor, leaning on it.

Garen finally found his tongue.

"You saved her life." Whatever else he had to say would have to wait. That mattered the most. "Thank you."

She just gave him a look... He knew where she lived now. She thought that might be less of a problem than she might imagine, but time would tell...

"Who?" That's all she said. And from the venom in her voice, Garen knew exactly who she meant.

"Sylas of Dregbourne. I take it my sister told you who he is?" He didn't give a singular shit about protocol right now. Isha deserved to know.

"She's mentioned him." She'd done a hell of a lot more than mention him. Somedays, when they weren't... active at night, Lux would wake up in a cold sweat from a nightmare the memory of 'Sylas the Unshackled' had caused. "Where?"

"Near the Hinterlands. The border between them and Demacian civilization proper... Just a forward camp, though."

"It's enough." She got up and stormed into her room. She leaned down over the bed and gave Lux a soft kiss before turning to her nightstand and leaving a little contraption there. A tiny toy monkey with a pair of cymbals in its hands and a crank in its back.

She looked at her. Her Light. Her Lux. Barely alive, having survived an agony few but Jinx herself would ever know...

"What are you doing?" Garen asked as she left the room in a huff.

"When she wakes up, she's going to need you." She said. She was in a place she hadn't felt herself in in a long time. "When this happened to me, I started hallucinating. I lashed out. Couldn't think straight. God knows what that means for a girl with Magic at her fingertips. You might have to restrain her."

Garen didn't think she could be mad enough to try what he thought she was going to try.

"And where are you going?"

"Hunting." She answered, and she took out a giant... Godesses, what was that thing? It took Garen a minute to comprehend it. Eight metal tubes strapped together to a massive chamber with a handle and a trigger. Scattered paint littered its surface in intricate patterns. She opened the bag with one hand and fed a bunch of scrap metal where she kept the back of the contraption open with the other. An absolute metal abomination of a weapon. "He went too far. Never again. Stay with Lux. Don't go anywhere. More importantly, don't let her go anywhere. If it's anything like what happened to me, she'll try to leave. Hard."

"You can't just take on Sylas by yourself! He's got gods know how many mages guarding him at all times, and even if you could find him, he did that to Lux! Lux had Magic!" Garen was one to talk... Like he didn't want to go himself! But she had just saved Lux's life. He wasn't going to let her throw her own away!

"Exactly. Magic he would steal. Magic he could use. He's so used to fighting your way... He won't be ready for me." Another weapon left the backpack. A single tube this time, thick as hell, almost as long as Isha herself. A metal shark head adorned what Garen assumed to be the nozzle, painted in blue, pink and gold. "Nobody ever is."

He couldn't stop himself. He got up and grabbed her by the shoulders. "And when he kills you? When Lux wakes up and you're dead? What then?! Why save her life if you're just going to make living it miserable?!"

That actually gave her some pause. Good, some common sense! Finally!

"You got somebody, G?" She sounded different... Darker. She was hurting just as much as him. "Somebody you love? Not like you love your sister... Someone you would die for if it meant they got to be free for a day at least... Someone like that?"

"I do. She... Disappeared during the first revolt Sylas started. I haven't seen her since." Garen had to stop himself from wondering the worst.

"What's her name...?"

"Katarina."

"Sounds pretty." And Jinx got the tiniest smile from the Lord Commander. "If it was her on that bed, and I wasn't here to save her... If you knew who did it. Would you stay your hand?"

The thought alone made him sick to his core. "I KNOW who did it! And going at him like this is not the play! He knows how this works!"

"Sylas knows how you work, Garen. He'll be expecting Mageseekers and Illuminators. A grand show of force, scorched earth, the works. That's why I can do this and you can't. Because I don't need Mageseekers and Illuminators to burn everything to the ground. Because he can't plan for me."

"I won't let you." And he meant that shit. He admired the hell out of her now, but he would not let her be killed by that monster too.

"Lord Commander." She said as that purple glow came to her eyes brighter than ever. Those eyes that were like daggers. Bright, glowing daggers that stabbed deep into Garen's soul. There was a rage in those eyes he had never seen on a human before. "With all due respect... You don't have a choice."

And then she pushed him. Harder than he'd ever been pushed in his life. He'd fought the trolls of the Freljord one on one and he'd not been pushed that hard! He flew over the table and landed back on the couch, pure shock in his face.

He saw her in full now. Her veins glowed purple for a second, her eyes a rabid animal's. She unfolded the thing on her shoulder at last, a dusty, dark green hoodie with fangs at the rim, the inside lined with so many toothy grenades Garen couldn't count them all. She readjusted that contraption strapped to her thigh (because of course that was a weapon too) and lifted both of those insane machinations of hers in one hand each as she turned to face the door.

Still in shock, Garen could only form one question.

"Isha... Who are you?"

The girl at least graced him with an answer.

"Not Isha." She said as she pulled the toothy hood over her head. And she sounded like a demon. Garen would know. He'd fought demons. "My name is Jinx of Zaun. When Lux wakes up, ask her who that is."

And in a flash of purple, she was gone.

*****

Jinx unstrapped Starfire from her tree. The mare didn't whine or step back. She knew what time it was too.

"Take me there."

And Starfire did. She carried the Witch of the Woods, weapons and all, like it was nothing. Almost flying through meadows and forests, ever onwards towards the Hinterlands. Towards their prey. She thought of the kind of monster she was hunting....

And a voice in the back of her mind said "Kill", and Jinx didn't have to be told twice.

[writerfromshikahr]

LUCANIS : MEANING

The name "Lucanis" is likely derived from the Latin word "lux," which means "light," essentially signifying "bringer of light" or someone associated with illumination and clarity. This name could also mean someone "from Lucania," an ancient region in southern Italy. It indicates a person with origins from a place associated with light or brightness, which may reference the fertile land of the region.

[databoyreekoo]

The True Dandelion [theory thread]

!Find the original twitter thread HERE!

Theory aside, I think Strel and Ava are both really good potential candidates of the True Dandelion’s identity. But...

From the beginning, Nomura has been setting up a grand reveal regarding Riku and what he truly is. I believe he may be revealed to be the True Dandelion. We know Nomura loves symbolism, and that he’s really inspired by mythology. Riku is a prime example of that.

Riku is symbolically tied to the following;

Dawn

[The] Sun

Halos

Hearts

Yellow (as well as purple and blue)

Dawn represents;

triumph over darkness

rebirth, regeneration, creation

unconscious into consciousness (awakening...destati?)

illumination and enlightenment

the beginning of salvation

Dawn is associated with;

Aries, The Ram

white horses (especially a chariot pulled by winged horses)

Note for later: Dawn is also connected to lightning/thunderbolts, also known as the celestial fire, which is a symbol of Zeus (Jupiter’s bolts symbolize chance, destiny and providence, said to be forces that will mold the future).

The Sun represents;

life, energy, will, earth and heart

the promise of salvation

the direct son and heir of the god of heaven

the guiding light

The Sun is associated with;

Apollo, Helios, Baldr and Jesus (sun/light deities in general)

Sun-heroes (Hercules, Siegfried, Mithras, etc.)

royalty

Pride (capital sin - superbia...y'know, what's written on the black box)

gold and yellow

tripods and discs

Apollo is the Greek god of oracles, truth, prophecy, light and the sun.

Helios is the Greek god of and personification of the sun, he is also the guardian of oaths.

Baldr is the Norse god of light, purity and the sun.

Jesus, a figure of Christianity, believed to be the son of god and the messiah (a savior of a group of people).

Halos, also known as solar crowns, aureoles and nimbi/nimbuses, represent;

glory and virtue

supreme power and divine energy

spiritual light and solar powers

eternal life (for those who "conquer" themselves and remain steadfast under trial)

Another note for later: Halos denote holy or sacred figures, rulers, heroes and demigods. They are attributes of Zeus, Apollo, Helios, Dionysus, Sol, Jesus, the Virgin Mary and angels. In ancient Egypt, the solar crown was depicted as a disc framed by the horns of a ram or cow.

Heart represents;

love, love as the center of illumination, the center of being, will, understanding and truth

the sun

Bonus: Sankofa, an African word and symbol, represents the importance of learning from the past in order to build a better future.

Yellow represents;

dawn, sun, earth, sunlight, illumination

intuition, dissemination and benevolence

jealousy/envy, deceit, betrayal, secrecy, melancholia

Yet another note for later: Yellow is associated with Apollo and Leo, The Lion. It can also denote traitors and heretics.

Purple represents;

royalty, noble birth and sacerdotal power

pride, dignity, justice, truth, sorrow and love

Blue represents;

sanctification, time and space, revelation, eternity, devotion, the unveiling of truth, hope

I brought up the connection between dawn and thunderbolts, as well as Apollo, the sun and tripods. A sacrificial tripod actually appears in Olympus - realm and home of the gods - in kh3, decorated with suns and thunderbolts…it’s where Riku’s heart ends up.

Almost forgot to mention, tripods are a solar symbol associated with heaven. They were sometimes given as prizes… the three legs correspond to sunrise, midday and sunset; future, present and past, respectively.

I also brought up the connection between dawn, the ram (Aries) and Apollo…

The ram represents sacrifice and atonement, the opposite of what a scapegoat represents. End of Pain and No Name reflect this; similar, but in different ways.

The Dandelions were a group of exceptional wielders assembled by Ava, a task granted to her by the Master of Masters. The role of the Dandelions was to maintain the balance by collecting Lux (fragments of light).

With that in mind, the True Dandelion would need to have the same or similar qualities; exceptional abilities, an aversion or resistance to darkness, and a desire to maintain a balance.

Luxu describes the True Dandelion as a “seed of light to be sown into the future.” This light would need to guide the others as a beacon of hope.

Others have pointed out the similarities to when Ventus was wrapped in white cloth and the replica body delivered by Demyx.

However, the scene where Luxu places the True Dandelion in the pod reminded me of how Jesus is depicted as a baby; swaddled in white cloth and placed in a manger.

The Master is looking for wielders with strong hearts, able to trap the darkness without falling to it.

Riku is the only wielder out of the current Guardians that has this ability, which was brought up by YMX in khddd.

This ability of Riku’s was also brought up in coded. He was used as a shield to protect the journal data.

He also became a Dream Eater in order to protect Sora from nightmares.

This ability is framed as natural, instinctive, something second nature to Riku.

So many different symbols that connect to each other. There’s so much set up…both symbolically and throughout the games.

Regardless if he gets revealed to be the True Dandelion or not, Riku definitely isn’t human and is someone incredibly special.

Oh. And there’s a Jesus fish in the Book of Prophecies on the same page as a black crown (Oblivion or Kingdom Key; both connected to Riku).

ICTHUS

Iota - i - “Jesus”

Chi (χ) - ch - “anointed”

Theta - th - “of God”

Upsilon - u - “son”

Sigma - s - “savior”

“Jesus Christ, Son of God, Savior”

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୨⎯ 𝐆𝐎𝐃’𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 † PROLOGUE. ⎯୧

incubus!fushiguro toji x fem!reader

꒰ ✟ ꒱ GENRE: horror, demon au, nsfw 18+, porn with plot.

꒰ ✟ ꒱ SUMMARY: Sex demons are not as provocative as you think they are. Not only do they engage in sexual acts with humans, they thrive off their flesh and haunt them in their nightmares. When an incubus disguised as a Reverend turns a hungry eye on one of the parishioners, gruesome events at the cathedral slowly unfold; blasphemy, gore, and terror...

꒰ ✟ ꒱ CHAPTER WARNINGS: violence, blood, death, WC: 1,401

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ㅤ 200 ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴀɢᴏ ‏‏‎ ‎ ㅤ ʟᴀᴛᴇ 19ᴛʜ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴜʀʏ. . .

"May I have this dance?" The man's silvery voice echoed.

The layers of the woman's extravagant ballgown billowed and rippled ever so graceful, ever so modest, the revering gleam in her eyes crawling under his skin with beautiful intensity. It was no mistake that she saw him before he saw her that night with such feigned enticement for him, her stunning silhouette of the night enchanting his mind with the need to uncover her mystery.

He found her alone on the balcony overlooking the ballroom, the daffodil-colored flames of the crystal chandeliers adorning to her ballgown. Alone in the grand golden halls with colossal stone pillars and a polished luxurious floor, watching the people of the grandeur waltz in perfect harmony.

The man in his dark, embroidered suit held his arm out in wait of her response. She tilts her head at him coquettishly and scrutinizes his features. Every movement of her body was so elegant to him, so serene. "You may," she tells him, the softest mutter of a fragile prayer. Her hand hooks onto his arm, sauntering down the grand stairs with no sign of reluctance.

The man then held her hand as she walked through the night like passion's grace, locking her pure and slothful eyes onto his as they faced each other on the polished dance floor. The orchestra's vibrations and whimsical notes hung in the air, attaching strings of gold onto the joints of the dancers and controlling them marionettes. The two bow to each other before he offers his hand for her again, the silk of her gloves intertwining with his.

They swirled on the dance floor like ocean currents and waltzed in a beautiful rhythm. "You look ravishing, my dearest," he spoke sweetly to the woman. He would pull her closer by the waist, her gracious ballgown beneath, and a wide smile stretched across her face.

Her laugh was as sweet as a deadly sin.

The woman's eyes never left on him, her fingers sliding up his arms with the coldest calculation and a wanton purpose. It felt like wrapping him into a spell, crawling into his skin slowly, and slipping him into a trance with her. Her wild ecstasy was filling her, an insatiable hunger and frenzy slowly growing to its peak. Together, they were raptured into their own little fairy tale.

A dark and twisted little fairy tale.

The two conversed after their waltz, roaming freely in the luxe halls and speaking passionately until the echoes of the party turned faint. Oh, how he didn't know about the bloodlust and rapacious desire boiling erratically in the woman. He doesn't know who she really is, what was really behind that tempting smile full of lies. Taking his hand, she took him far away from the vicinity and outside under the pale moonlight, the sound of gravel crunching in their path.

Dragged into the forest, surrounded by the wicked silhouettes of naked tree branches shaped like lightning bolts, and the moon barely illuminating their faces. The two were nearby a lake. He can hear the ravens and crows cawing among the trees as they fled across the sky, camouflaging with the darkness.

"Where have you taken me?" he asks, completely oblivious of her doings.

She inches closer and holds onto his face in feigned comfort, feeling the beating of his heart that was soon to disappear.

"Somewhere more private."

This was the night. The night the devil herself had come up to earth. An incarnate of darkness, corrupting the fate of men and their pure souls. A young lady so graceful now murderous and fuming with her beautiful prey.

She distracts him with a slow kiss. Nothing could hold her, nothing could stop her, for her insatiable lust for flesh and blood and human terror kept raging. Ravens, crows, and vultures crowded around, perched on tree branches as they watched. Their kiss drowns deeper, the slickness of her tongue moving against his. A wonderful and soft kiss he settled in, blossoming this ravenous desire.

But when the man's eyes slowly peaked open, and the moon was not illuminating of brilliant silver beams, he realized that he would never see the color red the same again.

"Do you see that?" he whispers in alarm, arching his neck at the sky.

"See what?" The woman whirls around to raise her head at the sky, the dark clouds and the moon appearing to be red.

He scanned the setting. Black birds and bats started flying over them, cawing loudly and scattering uncontrollably.

"What are they doing?"

The woman kept her head up high, still holding onto his neck and feeling the anticipation cascade over her brilliantly. A sinister smirk slowly crept at the edge of her lips, hands moving to his chest.

"They're waiting, my dearest."

The woman suddenly shoves him onto the grass, immediately straddling him and ruling over him with tremulous, raw kisses of hunger. Though the man was lost, he was still under her spell. Blood and fire-stained eyes turning a yellow sapphire, the tongue of a serpent and a champion born of bloodlust. Her hand was palming the hard bulge in his slacks, emitting soft sighs from the man.

"Are you scared?" she whispers tenderly, her fingers intertwined with the locks of his hair.

The man shook his head meekly at her. He can feel her shapely curves and take in that addictive aroma, beautiful as the red moon. Lust and longing fill the air as she drew away from his lips and licked her owns.

"That’s too bad. I need you frightened."

Suddenly, her mouth stretches open— so wide, so horrifying, that the man could not believe his own eyes. A succubus personified, one of the deadliest creatures of the night that prey and reap on the lives of innocents. Made to taste like honey and cream, born to obsess your thoughts. He screams, he shrieks, scurrying to stand on his feet, but stumbled when he clawed at his neck.

She laughs hysterically at the man's struggling protests. Puddles of crimson and patterns of clotted blood coat on the grass and soaked his ivory suit. He struggled to fight every rough, jagged bite and puncture of her claws she projected on him, but his strength staggered. The birds were cawing loudly. It didn't take long until his body grew numb, a sign that his life was fading away greatly. Her chin, teeth, and lips were dyed in his splattered blood, a bittersweet flavor on her tongue that drove her libido extremely crazy.

From there she continued to eat his flesh, leaving room for the vultures and other carnivores. She ripped him from limb to limb, muscle to muscle, organ to organ, most signs of beautiful flesh, until his bones were licked clean.

She stared into the sky, the moonshine fading back to silver. Her beautiful ballgown was decorated with his blood, splattered on her cleavage and neck. Evil, fear, and terror— the woman's divine embodiment and embrace. She had a crimson smile extended, fulfilled and satisfied of her wildest, yet primal need.

The deadliest, macabre, and horrifying succubus ever alive; the Sinistress. Incapable of love, incapable of possessing a heart. The root of all evil herself. On the 666th day when civilization on Earth started developing, she was born in Hell from people's fear of sin. With such tremendous and terrorizing powers as a sex demon that feeds off sin and flesh and sexual energy, she continued to scorch the Earth forever, keeping herself young and beautiful, yet sultry and deadly.

For centuries, the Sinistress would linger in the dreams of sinful people throughout her years, mutating them into night terrors and allowing a gateway for other incubi and succubi from Hell to feed off their sexual energy. And once these victims figured that the Sinistress can disguise herself as a mortal, her presence was haunted down for centuries, where the innocent women in town who were accused as witches were targeted and burned at the stake.

Never has she been caught, until, a sneaky priest ordained as an exorcist that has been targeting that succubus for years trapped her soul in a place where she cannot harm others for eternity; the Malevolent Shrine. The nightmares faded, and the innocent were able to work peacefully with no gruesome disturbance in town.

But it wasn't until another human discovered how to unbind her.

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