thinking ONCE AGAIN about double bladed yellow lightsaber rey skywalker emulating the jedi temple guard and white lightsaber finn with his blade raised into the air emulating the symbol of the jedi itself. in case you were wondering
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Light-Bringer: Hellborn--
"Curse of the Light-Bringer"
Author's Note:
SUP' FUCKERS!
Welcome to Heaven--Er, Hell-- WELCOME BACK TO LIGHT-BRINGER!
If you're confused, hiya! The following is a sequel to "LIGHT-BRINGER," it's a screenplay I wrote featuring my own character "Uriel Morningstar," who was originally inspired by and from the DC Comic's/Neil Gaiman/Live-Action/Netflix/Lucifer series.
Essentially, and for Uriel's Hazbin/Helluva "Reboot," though I had never actually published any of my writing previously, Uriel is the "antisocial antichrist." ("In One Ear" --Cage the Elephant, iykyk, look it up if I add it, it'll break the header image lmao--10/10 song tho!)
Prologue: "Curse of the Light-Bringer"
Uriel’s pristine wings flapped awake by his side, illuminating Lute’s face with their golden glow, “Why’re you still up here? You got your story, isn’t it time for you to go?” Her voice dismissed Uriel as he stood, scrawling some notes into the margins of his Grimoire.
“Ah, you’re right.” Uriel retorted, smug as ever. He slipped the small pencil into a pocket and miracled the book away in a snap. And with a final crack of his knuckles, “Showtime.”
“See you on the other side, Uri.” Lute’s chest fell hollow upon hearing her sentiment.
Uriel smiled, twinkling with angelic dreams. Silence filled the massive library as Lute’s barren gaze followed the Half-Angel’s track.
Giving a salute of solidarity to the Lieutenant, Uriel’s wings tightened behind him and before he could believe it, he was a bullet train heading out of the ancient building. The over-grown vines rustled as his wings unfurled, and he launched into the air.
Alone, the Grand Library echoed the rumblings of the forgotten Antichrist to Lute. As Uriel flew, he relished in the rush of the wind, the golden glow of the sun glistening against his skin as he allowed his momentum to slow, coasting in the sky. He felt the cool air filling his lungs. He, if only for a moment, felt like Heaven.
Taking a final breath, Uriel dove from the city of clouds. Glistening in the spot of his own light, he journeyed farther from the gilded gates. Falling beneath the shine of the silver city, Uriel’s light illuminated the way as the clouds shrouded the sun’s rays.
You made it! Now go do the thing!
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//How does anyone post fics once a week??? I am so impatient! I just want to post it now!!!
Me: I shall post on Friday!
Me (on the Monday after I post): surely it’s gotta be almost time right???
Me, le gasp: how little time has gone by!
Something else that adequately sums up my relationship to wtnv fic.
Me: Finally! I am finishing the fics I’ve had in my drafts for years! I have no more ideas! I’ll be free!
New ideas: abooooouuuut that…
Me:
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Ngl i literally forgot how good the writing is in Blades of Light and Shadow (i never replayed it in case they didn’t finish the sequel and i didn’t want to be sad ok). Like every character is so well written with their own storylines and the group dynamic is so peak.
I don’t think I’ve been this excited for a choices sequel coming out since like, ever.
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Jonas loves pulling things out of the drawers, so this morning I put him in the laundry basket to keep him occupied. Playing with my dirty socks is one of his favorite things to do. 😂🥰
While I was taking the trash out this morning, a man doing some digging in the pastor’s yard (next door to us), yelled at me, “Do you all like asparagus?”
“Asparagus? Yes.”
He stopped digging and walked towards his truck. “My wife and I have a bunch. I gave a bag to Mrs. W (Pastor’s mother).”
He gave me a small bag. “We picked it this morning.”
And that’s why we had asparagus with dinner. 😊
Everton, being Everton, couldn’t pull out a win against an already relegated side. At least they didn’t lose; it’s good they drew with Watford and got a point. But this means there’s more pressure on Sunday. Good thing we’ll be at my parents’ house!
My in-laws are coming the last week in May. They want to give us a date night. It would be a great opportunity to see Downton Abbey: A New Era except 1) it’s Mister’s birthday and I’d rather let him do something he likes (for once 😄) and 2) there seriously aren’t that many movie theaters around here, and I’m not sure the closest ones will be showing it. I’ll see it somehow!!
Little Dude (Mister’s name for Jonas) is getting more independent. He loves flipping the light switches on and off whenever he can reach them. I was getting a strobe light effect while cleaning up after dinner, since he’d climbed onto a package of paper towels in the kitchen. 😳 The toddler years are going to be fun…
Have a good night, friends.
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Six Sentence Sunday 🌙
Special thanks for @silluuuu for always tagging me 😘😘😘
Since you've all been so good, I'll give you another sneak peek at the In the Light of a Hundred Moons sequel! Not only will there be lots of SoMa, but I'll be building background on some of our extended family as well. Here's a quick snippet from Erasyl's memories (that's Soul's Uncle, Aruzhan's brother).
“I just got word from my sister. She birthed her second son.”
Diwata's eyebrows knit. “Is that not a joyous occasion?”
“It would be if it weren’t for her husband,” Erasyl muttered coldly. “She tells me she’s been moved to a separate residence with the boy. He’s…” A demon weapon. Aruzhan is sure of it, and so is that bastard Takehiko. Which means my nephew is soiled and so is my sister. His hand clenched into the cup, threatening to crumble it as if it were dust. “I have to go see her.”
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