broadcast me a joyful noise

I've decided I'm going to write this as a series of drabbles, paying no attention whatsoever to continuity and just going with my whims. WHOO. Plot and/or logic may sort themselves out as as I go, or they may not.

Blatant theft and pastiche of events, characters and timelines from both Crying Call and Millicanon will be taking place. Fair warning: I'm going to be fucking around with all sorts of stuff.

( The working title is 'letters of the void'... )

Wow. Wow.

That was a productive and emotionally exhausting two-day break.

I MISSED THIS GAME SO MUCH.

Highlights include Lucifer helping Puck come up with a failsafe plan to fight secondhand postpartum depression, freaking out Crowley while bonding with his granddaughter, and making...er, we'll call it friends...with Galadan of the Andain.

But what I REALLY want to talk about is this thread here. Lucifer Morningstar and River Tam and an exchange of perspectives (and whitetext from Into the Woods, because: why not?). Read it. GEN IS AMAZING.

This coming weekend is the Queen's Birthday long weekend here in Australia, and I have decided to seize the opportunity to take a sanity break from med school. My mother and sister are visiting on Saturday morning, and I'll probably spend the afternoon guiltily doing whatever work I failed to do on Friday, but my Sunday and Monday (being the Saturday and Sunday of most Americans) are free.

So: I'm going to put Lucifer in the bar.

I'll make a note in the post that I'd prefer tags from people who already know him, as I don't want to go making new connections in a one-off post, but just so I can get an idea -- who will be around? Whose characters are currently unburdened by OOM plot and available for a chat?

PS - Merc, Emmy, you two OWN MY SOUL <333

PPS - Lucifer is still averse to being compelled by his mun to be open to meeting his grandchildren. If that would be possible.

Let it be known that unravels has reached heights of brilliant insanity that I didn't even think were possible, and has created a THING OF WONDER.

Millicon attendees, you're not going to know what hit you.

Oh my God.

*rewatches for third time*

This show may as well have been custom-made to bring me immense amounts of joy. That is really all I can say.

(Paul Gross + Shakespeare + injokes + sneakily brilliant meta + theatrical hijinks = WONDER BEYOND IMAGINING.)

I am going to write fic. It will probably involve Tempest because, as I told Brynn, I will seize just about any opportunity to fuck around with that text.

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ALSO. SILVER CITY PLOTTERS. WHY ARE YOU ALL ASLEEP AND BEYOND THE REACH OF MY FLAILING ARMS? AAAUUGGGGHHHH.

*bashes away at the Chokmah design*

Not even close to being a GIP, even though this icon GLADDENS MY HEART - thank you, chaos_pockets - because I have to display the results of my insanity (& gross enabling on boxchat's behalf) as well.

This is set loosely after 2522, Rematch and Disrepair.

It's a sestina. Much to my disgust, it also insisted on being written in iambic pentameter. I have structured myself into oblivion. Later on I may write, you know, actual fic.

( Distillation )

Working 9:30-5:30 today and then I am only working TWO DAYS between tomorrow and Sunday week. Oh. Blessed freedom. I only asked my manager for three days off (in order to properly entertain Miss Clairza when she arrives) but it seems I've been granted....many. YES.

Silver City-ers, expect me to randomly attack you with plot theories and assignments. Muahahaha. ALso, I'm hoping to be around tomorrow (your Thursday night, for most of you) to finish slowtiming Meg-Lucifer with Becca, so if anyone wants to chat about plot then I will hopefully have my own laptop (with AIM) by then.

It is DECEMBER. I CANNOT HAVE A COLD* wtf body.

*gulps down cinnamon black tea, sullenly*

I am also listening to my CD of worship songs from years and years ago when I went to youth group every Friday night and spent hours singing in the band. Literally hours. It was fantastic. As I believe I said recently, music has always, always been the thing that makes me feel the most spiritual, and even though I no longer adhere to most of the tenets of the Anglican faith, my love for the music hasn't changed. (And I don't regret any of it; partly because I honestly believe it was one of the best things to happen within my teenage years, and partly because I don't really do regrets.)

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People should be obnoxious and elitist with me in comments. About anything. I am in that kind of mood. Just stare at the awesome icon that Imry made for a while and see if you don't feel Incensed To Wank. Rant at me about the morons in your fandom of choice! Etcetera!



*I feel I should hasten to point out that I do not feel like I have a torso peppered full of shot, as my mood theme would have you believe. My sinuses are just rebelling against me.

ETA: Because Ji is efficient like that, the Milliways version of the love meme is happening in the back room! Go forth! Spew love!

*throws up hands*

All right. Owen Harper. I need an LJ name. So far all I can come up with is welsh_prat. (Because he is.)

Ideas, anyone?

For schiarire - five things about Judas that almost made Lucifer love him

1) From the angry passion that infuses his voice to the defensive angle of his chin, he is every inch a revolutionary. The salt of Galilee is in him, bitter and rough; if not for the similarly salted winds of his desire for change, he would be entirely barren. He produces the hardy grains of determination and innovation, grown up straight and sparse in his saline personality.

The first time they meet, Judas is a little bit drunk, and he talks for almost an interrupted hour on the wrongs that he sees and the fact that someone has to hold even the most powerful of authorities accountable.

He is correct, and inspired, and doomed.

2) “Nehorai,” he says, and kisses Lucifer with neither strong affection nor ignorance of social convention; just curiosity, and a little kinship.

3) He does not trust Lucifer implicitly, and that is a good thing, because Lucifer is no longer someone that anyone should place all of their trust in. Judas does, however, recognise that he was. At one time.

4) “You’re right,” Judas says without preamble. “I know what do to.”

Lucifer shrugs one shoulder and traces a slow spiral on the back of Judas’ hand, closing his eyes for a moment over the expression of approval.

Judas lifts Lucifer’s hand away, his touch lingering a little but not too long, and looks at him with distance. “This isn’t for you,” he says.

5) Judas kills himself because he is intrinsically too proud not to; because the extrinsic pride has been replaced by shame, and that is unbearable.