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Wherein love can save the world (but it can’t save us)

Chapter One:

Prelude: Are we more

Lux was seven years old when she was told that her older brother’s best friend was why her parents were dead. Her aunt, a stern woman with no children of her own, had sat her down and none-too-gently explained that their family were in service to the Lightwielders, who were in turn in service to the greater universe. “Monsters of darkness and corruption”, she explained as if Lux knew the words, “who would want to consume all that they could until there was nothing left but their own mass.”

Lux was staring at her mother’s casket as her aunt recited a script. Her brother was silent beside her, clutching her hand and thinking of something that, try her hardest, she couldn’t guess.

She and Garen became wards of their aunt. She was often away, leaving them in the care of countless babysitters, as she worked guarding the Lightweilders. When she was home, Garen joined her on morning runs and afternoon weightlifting. Lux was always too slow, too weak, to keep up with them. Her lungs would heave and ache, her smaller arms and legs trembled with exertion, but her aunt kept looking at her with disdain. Once, in a fit of spite and embarrassment she lashed out, demanding to know if she really was weak or just young. Her response was her bedroom door, no dinner, and a family photo the next day of her aunt and father when they were seven, notably more fit than Lux herself.

In her room that lacked the color and plush of the one she lost, Lux burned.

She pushed herself harder though she was always a few steps, pounds, years, behind. She tracked her food meticulously, calculating macros and protein to the point where she was creating spreadsheets as a child. She only cried alone. More than that, though, she watched. Garen, always faster and stronger and better, held himself back against only one. Jarvin.

Fourth of his line, Jarvin IV was the pride of their town. He was serious and strong, though Lux knew Garen was stronger. Despite that, Garen never won a spar, never lifted heavier, never made a choice. He loved Jarvin, yes, but he was devoted first and foremost. Lux hated it.

She had few friends. When she wasn’t training her personality was… unique. Bright. A tad too eager, a smidge too open. Something kind and sweet that disarmed people-and made them raise their hackles in response. She had many a time experienced barbed words of people who misconstrued her earnestness for malice, saw something sharp where there was only light glinting off their edges.

Lux simply told herself that she would rather be kind than loved and Lux wiped her own tears.

She had a few friends, predestined as they were. Two of them, Poppy and Lulu, were too young to be any fun. They were six and five respectively, smaller than even her. Then there was Janna, a year older, and strange. She rivaled Aunt Tianna in aloofness, something distant about her that pushed people away. She was gentle, though, soft despite her lack of warmth. Like silk, or spring winds.

Of course there was Jinx. They both lost their parents near the same time, her parents in a peaceful protest turned violent. Jinx was the anger that Lux could never feel, burning hot and crying out her rage as though the noise would make any difference. It often didn’t.

They mostly played at Aunt Tianna’s house, though Lux’s aunt didn’t like Jinx much. Too messy, too loud, too much. Garen liked Vi, though, Jinx’s older sister. They liked to roughhouse and race. Vi was faster but Garen was stronger. Lux saw them both win and lose with grace.

Lux went to Jinx’s house once. They played with patched up dolls while Vi made instant mac n cheese. Then their uncles came home and shit hit the fan. They came in arguing, fired up from work and the continued protests over police brutality and the mistreatment of the working class. Lux didn’t understand much at the time, but she knew that they were mad that their six person family lived in a house a third of the size of the three person household of the Crownguards. Not that they ever said as much, or were anything other than gracious, but Mr. Silco always had a testy edge with Lux and an outright antagonistic tone with Aunt Tianna. Lux didn’t like him much, even when Jinx was around and he was softer, almost guilty.

Lux was well aware that her “allowed” friends were simply allowed because of their future as Star Guardians, one that she herself would share, but she didn’t care. She had Jinx and that’s all that mattered. One day they would save the universe together! For today, they simply raced across the lawn, feet bare and lungs aching with their laughter.

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I am writing a Lightcannon fic to bribe a friend of mine to play league of legends. I don’t usually write for ships, much less actual chaptered fics so we shall see how this goes. Perhaps I’ll even write updates of the league gameplay lmao.

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you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

you aren't insane you just live with your parents

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Call your man "rock bottom" the way so many losers consider hitting him up to be the absolute lowest point of their entire lives.

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so polite

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despite the terf talking points most transgender people actually do think that sex and biology are real. but not me. i think that genders were invented by big pharma to sell period products. i think all other living organisms are actually animatronics sponsored by the disney company. i think that the "boobs" are all implants filled with covid vaccine. and baby i dont even think the mitochondria is in the cell. fuck with me.

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i'm also looking forward to your girlfriend's bottom surgery

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my dash did a thing

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sheepish is a really funny word. fuck im so nervous (turns into this)

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i think all straight people should try being a little bisexual just to see how they feel about it. i dont even mean physically i just mean like. stare a photos of hot men for a bit. watch gay porn. deeply consider the potential of reconnecting with your childhood best friend who you kind of lost touch with despite how close you used to be, leading to a long slowburn romance in which you rediscover the things you love about eachother but don't want to commit in case it ruins your friendship. its called exploring your options ok.

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SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts

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getting fired from my position as the emperor’s food tester because I keep taking too large of bites

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"Katniss is Haymitch, just luckier"

Katniss gets reaped by Effie, Haymitch gets Drusilla

Katniss gets Cinna and the most iconic outfit in recent history, Haymitch got Magno

Katniss's chariot draws all eyes and sponsors, Haymitch's chariot kills his sweetheart

Katniss's rebellion scores her an 11, Haymitch's rebellion scores him a 1

Prim is loved by the capitol so Snow can't touch her, Sid's death is Haymitch's homecoming

And of course,

Katniss realizes the berries are poisoned before Peeta eats them

Haymitch feeds Lenore Dove the gumballs

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when i first heard about the male loneliness epidemic i was like oh yeah close camaraderie and bonding between men is often discouraged in favor of competition or, if not discouraged, at least filtered through a lens of individualism that precludes deep connections. and then i learned what people meant by it (men arent getting laid) to which i say skill issue

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Matching your freak is beautiful and all but what you really need is a boy who's infatuated with your freak. Down bad for your freak. Deeply intrigued by your freak. Eager to see more of your freak. Supportive of your freak. Gets bricked up witnessing your freak, even.

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War-torn x their peace ships heal the soul

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big fan of stories that, while undoubtedly being about the power of friendship, acknowledge that the power of incredible violence is just as important

the love was there. the love changed everything. the crowbar helped also

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My coffee black in my bed at three

It was another lazy afternoon. Jinx lounging, catlike, on a small dorm bed. Star Guardian suit hidden in the closet and a beautiful girl pressed to her side. Lux, so close her skin felt Jinx's warmth, laying near her with a rich coffee dangling from her fingers. Jinx blinked slowly, owlishly before pressing their lips together. Lux laughed at the crinkled expression on her face at the taste of espresso.

Jinx was never one for the bitter, expensive blends that Lux went to tiny, specialty stores for. She preferred inexpensive coffees mixed with copious amounts of chocolate and milk. blends that made Lux's nose scrunch in the most adorable way.

You’re too sweet for me

Lux's long pink hair rested against Jinx's forearms, twined between her fingertips like a slender embrace. She smelled fresh and clean, like spring air, grass, and something faintly floral and feminine that soothed whatever was feral and angry in Jinx.

There was an anger, something manic and spiteful, unbefitting of a Star Guardian, much less a lover. Lux never flinched from her, though, somehow managing to find something to trust unconditionally in the maelstrom that was Jinx.

You’re too sweet for me

Lux looked at Jinx like she was fragile and beautiful. Jinx looked at Lux like she was to be worshipped. They were equal in nothing but their devotion to eachother. Perhaps it was wrong to love eachother more than the cause they fought for but they were young and perhaps it was alright to be selfish.

But they would be stupid to think that they were invincible. Xayah and Rakan fell not long ago due to their love. It could happen to them. With Lux's soft curves against Jinx's belly, though, Jinx knew that she would shoot down anyone who tried to rip them apart.

I take my whisky neat

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obv based on "Too Sweet" by my king hozier

also was originally a jjk gojoxgeto that i had saved for months and never finished lmao