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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚉𝚉𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙻𝙸𝙽𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙳.
{Ind. Sel. Lux Imperator / Mr. Ring-a-Ding from Doctor Who. Character themes of sci-fi, godhood, and cartoon shenanigans!}
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Shines like a prism.
"Oh they will," If Trudy had been a cartoon himself, they'd be covered in floating hearts just talking about their darling dears. Their spouses neant so much to them. Although the attempt at bargaining by Lux made them frown. A reminder of why they trapped him in the first place.
"..That was sort of the intent. You can be of chaos and not malicious at the same time." Trudy nodded as they thought back to a happy bit bittersweet moment, " I was married to the personification of chaos once, absolute sweetheart til they vanished poor dear. Loved me to the end." She was about to on a different lecture when Lux touched, then recoiled from the light. In that moment they were able to look at them. Their heart shattered for the lonely god. Once in their mortal life, they too knew that loneliness far too well. With a wave of her hand the orb was gone and instead, a shrunken down Trudy sat next to hom within the jar. Able to go in and out themself easily.
"..I was alone even in a crowd once too." Trudy's voice was gentler, softer in the memories of her sorrow. Offering her hand to Lux in understanding. "People who I thought were my friends, my brothers in arms. Betrayed me, belived in a monster instead of the person who had healed their wounds and fought by their side."
"Really? That sure sounds like fun! I bet they kept you on your toes!"
But what does he mean, they "vanished"? Chaos doesn't "vanish." Did someone destroy the Form, and the Concept never found its way back into a body? What a sad thought.
"...hello," he says quietly as she sits next to him. That's a neat trick. Usually, Lux needs an influx or outflow of light to change his own size. It must be nice to have this level of control over your Form.
For a moment, he's tempted to scoff and turn up his nose and speak sharply when he responds to her, because how dare she pretend she understands what he's going through when he knows full well that she holds all the love he wants right there in her heart?
...but he doesn't do any of that, because as envious as he is, it's not Trudy's fault that they're loved and he isn't. Snapping at them won't conjure up a spouse of his own.
"What do you mean?" he says instead, gaze flicking over to his companion. "...actually, don't answer that. I don't care."
He flops over, taking the offered hand to study it.
"I've got a new deal for you. You-- teach me how-- to make someone really, truly love me. And I'll give ya a real headstart on the chaos. How does that sound?"
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"Everyone keeps saying I tormented poor Reggie, but you'd call bringing his wife back 'generous', right?"
🕴I was too lazy to do the background… Anyway, I've been thinking about that words too much.
DON'T MAKE HIM LAUGH. FOR ONCE IN HIS LIFE , Stan wasn't even trying to be funny. Still , he sees nothing but truth in the observation , and he's not going to apologize for it. On the other hand , if he is a bug - man , that's none of his business. That won't stop him from prying further when the time is right , because he loves not minding his business , but he'll give it a rest for now. There's money on the line , after all. Once bug - man here becomes a paying customer then he can start asking the real questions.
STAN STARES AT HIM FOR A MOMENT , looking left and right. Neighbor , huh ? He doesn't know who in their right mind would willingly move to a place like this - but if anyone were to move to Gravity Falls , it would be a living cartoon. Sure. Because that just happens.
AFTER A MOMENT OF DELIBERATION , Stan decides to reach out ( because what the hell ) and shake the guy’s hand. "Stan Pines. But during business hours , y'can call me Mister Mystery." Once he pulls his hand away , however , he’s pointing at him again. “But don’t go thinkin’ just because we’re neighbors you’re gettin’ a discount on the merchandise.”
“Oooh…! Well, then, Mister Mystery, it’s a real pleasure!”
Discount? Merchandise? Lux blinks again; there’s not a hint of a thought behind his eyes.
Until—!
“That’s right! I have money. To purchase things with!” He does not. He did not plan that far ahead, because the last time he took this form, he had a sweet little helper to handle all the mundane irritations of existing in the “real world” for him. …he really needs to find a replacement for Mr. Pye… and apparently one with income, at that.
Maybe “Mister Mystery” himself can be his new assistant! Stan seems like he knows about things like “money” and “living in society.” …up to a point.
“Can I see the merch?” He doesn't know much about this place, but from what he's been able to gather, the Shack has some real beauties inside— most of which are fake. That’s something Lux doesn’t entirely understand. Why make fake weirdness when weirdness comes a-knocking on your door every day? But he certainly doesn’t mind! He’s seen the strangeness of the universe already— he’s rather excited to instead get to explore the limits of human creativity.
I wanna put Lux in a jar and vigorously shake it like a snow globe!!
@imperatcr
thinking about this bc it just came up in a thread but yeah i think for some threads i might have lux think the doctor & belinda are responsible for reginald's death. like he knows the guy's depressed and everything but in his mind the doctor & belinda are probably the ones who figured out to blow up the theater & made that happen, so he thinks they got pye to do it so they could escape. i think that's the thing he hates the most about the doctor, more so than having been defeated by him
"You could cross your fingers behind your back." Trudy countered, they really did feel like they were back home, scolding their children for stealing cookies and teleporting up walls. Though they certainly didn't adopt any gods, a large massive dragon of crystal and light who was on par or above gods sure. But no deities. They nod to the little guy, confirming the date of the contest.
"Yes next week, I managed to snag VIP tickets for my husband, wife and me~" They sounded more giddy and lovestruck, even after all this time, they felt the same affection as when they first met their dear loves. The almost goofiness of their expression didn't fade until Lux's begging and pleading. Just like their kids, they couldn't quite resist giving him a chance. Especially if all he wanted was light.
"You can come along, But you must stay in the jar until after it is over and promise that you shall not harm a single soul, both before during and after the contest. If you uphold this, I will let your free near the most light filled place I know." Trudy smiled, as they spoke. "and to show my sincerity, Here.." Though they didn't touch the lid of the jar, they did offer up their pinky finger, a little blue orb sliding into the jar. A Peace offering of a little bit of their magic.
"Enjoy, a light orb of formed from my faith in the love of my family. It should give you a nice little boost in strength."
How'd he know Lux was planning to do exactly that?
"Aw..." The toon sits down, propping up his head in his hand as his antennae curl into a heart shape. "That's so romantic...! I heard this thing gets sold out ages in advance. Those sweetie-pies of yours better appreciate it!"
She must really love her spouses; that look in her eye is the same one Mr. Pye used to get when he'd talk about Helen. ...poor Mr. Pye. Lux still hasn't forgiven the Doctor and Belinda for talking his favorite little plaything into offing himself. Oh, well.
"Don't make me laugh! 'After the contest' is much too vague, my dear! Why, if I agreed to that, I'd hafta make sure I never hurt a thing for the rest of existence! How about this; I solemnly swear that I won't cause intentional harm to anybody or anymind for, um... twelve standard rotational units after the liveshow's complete?" That's fair, right? A whole twelve-day head start?
"...gosh!" Well, now he feels bad-- this is such a nice gesture! He should probably try to be more generous, too.
"Okay, okay. ...thirty rotational units?" He'll grant a bonus in honor of the Earth's mooncycle. He loves that thing.
Lux tentatively reaches out to touch the little orb, his eyes shining blue. When he makes contact, however, he flinches back as though burned, tears welling up immediately. He can feel it. The certainty that they're loved. The love they feel in return. He can feel Trudy's devotion and adoration and warmth--
And he can feel, in turn, his own loneliness. He cares for the other Gods, and they care for him, he thinks, but it's not like this. Lux has never had something like this.
The way he sniffles and scrubs at his eyes is genuine this time, all jealousy and pain and a deep-rooted desire to truly love someone other than himself and be loved in return.
He pushes himself up against the far end of the jar, refusing to look at Trudy.
"I don't want it. Make it go away."
He continued his victorious peal of laughter. "Oh, you should have seen the look on your face!" he exclaimed, clapping his manicured hands together. "It was priceless, darling!"
The Poet stood back, carefully removed the prosthetic from over his blind eye. He scrubbed at his cheek to remove the caked layer of foundation used to hide his scars, leaving a peachy mark against the blue janitors jumpsuit.
He watched the storm clouds gathering inside the jar, briefly tensing before he reminded himself they posed no threat to him here; besides, they were only cartoons. It was actually quite comical.
He unbuttoned the jumpsuit, shrugging it from his shoulders to reveal a crimson waistcoat and white shirt beneath.
"Ugh, that's better!" he cried, dusting off his arms and kicking the jumpsuit off from around his boots. He grinned from ear to ear, tilting his head. "Who am I? Well, I'm a nightmare or a dream depending upon how you look at it...but most people call me the Poet."
RUDE!!! Gee willikers, is this what it’s like to be on the receiving end of the gods’ antics? No wonder the mortals always seem so put-out!
Lux’s dark expression slowly fades into something more like interest as the “janitor” transforms himself. This guy has a flair for theatrics, apparently, and Lux has to appreciate that— even if he does hate the man right now.
The Poet.
…Lux feels as though that should ring a bell. His consciousness becomes so narrow when he’s manifesting a Form, though, and that includes losing access to certain memories stored in the vast expanse of Light; even if Lux Imperator knows the Poet, Mr. Ring-a-Ding does not. Drat!
“Oh, is that all?” The storm vanishes all at once, and Lux turns up his nose at the Poet with a dismissive wave.
“Thank the stars! For a second there, I thought I was in real danger! But you couldn’t be a real threat if you tried.”
Lux is bluffing, speaking from a place of bruised pride rather than true confidence. The truth is, he has no idea what this man’s capable of, and although the God of Light has no fear of death or pain, he doesn’t much like the idea of being trapped, cut off from the rest of himself for eternity. So he can only hope that whatever the Poet has done to contain him is temporary.
“Let’s cut to the chase. You put a lot of effort into summoning me, and now you’ve got me right where you want me. Blah blah blah. I already agreed to make a deal with your poor ol’ persona, so what gives? What do you want, Mister ‘Nightmare’?”
:D I've already done the nice process part, now it's time to do the ugliest process part.
Puto fondo de mierda como caga la madre tener que hacer fondos 🕴
Servitude? He shouldn't have been overly surprised. That was the bargain he'd made with the Deity who had struck him down. This was what the Pantheon did. They took people and used them for their own gain; like they were no more than playthings. Well, two could play at that game.
"Just a neighbourly favour..." He whispered, his fingers hesitating in the air in front of him to keep up the mild mannered act just a second longer. He smiled, hints of condescension in the corners of his eyes as he took the cartoon God's hand.
The moment he shook, he sang out a note that made the world around them shudder and shift, morphing to what the Poet required. He drew his hand back, a container made of glass appearing around Lux, looking much like a large glass jar meant for holding fireflies. His lips carved into a grin and he stood with his hands tucked behind his back.
"Deal~" He laughed heartily, almost giddy with glee.
What.
Lux freezes— for a brief moment, he thinks this must be Maestro’s doing, some sort of prank. …but that’s not right. This is sound-based sorcery, yes, but not theirs.
Lux’s expression twists with fury. He can appreciate a gag, and he doesn’t always mind when he’s outsmarted or outmatched, but— but this isn’t right! This isn’t fair! He was being perfectly civil to this pathetic worm! He would have given him what he wanted, and he hardly asked for anything in return!
He just wanted a friend. How could he have been naive enough to think that’s what the human wanted, too?
His expression darkens further, and cartoon stormclouds begin gathering over his head. Soon, the entire jar is filled with thunder and lightning, but none of it seems capable of escaping; all it does is bring new meaning to the man having caught a lightning(bug) in a bottle.
“Oooh, when I getcha!” Lux shakes his fist and stamps his foot. It’s entirely nonthreatening, considering everything.
“What’s the big idea? Who are you?”
"brb just got jarred two times back to back"
That scorch burn was going to be such a pain to heal, but at least the trap worked, ending the duel without anyone having to die and the god nullified by his own chosen form. Trudy picked up the jar, now in her human form once more. She eyes the cartoon bug with a curious tilt of her head. It was almost saddening to see the little guy fruitlessly bang on the glass..
..Almost, but he couldn't have Lux Imperator running around causing problems. This was supposed be a nice vacation. Thwarting villains was work, hard boring work.
"I could let you out, but how would I know I could trust you to not misbehave and start hurting the sweet little mortals for their light the moment my back is turned?" Trudy spoke as if he was talking to one of his kids when they were small, finger wag and all. "I am trying to have a nice little holiday, expolre the stars, see the sights. I cannot have chaotic gods making mischief. Especially when the Interstellar Song Contest is this week." Trudy had never seen it before, but a chance to hear music from across the cosmos? How thrilling.
“What if I pinky promise?”
Lux sighs heavily, slumping against the glass wall. Okay, fine. He can’t be trusted. But that’s hardly his fault— he’s a god of chaos! It’s practically his job to poke holes in others’ plans!
“Hold on. The Interstellar Song Contest is this week?”
The bug leaps to his feet, smooshing his face up against the inside of the jar.
“All those rave-lights? The spotlights? The stage, shining like a newborn star for trillions of people to see? I need to be there! You gotta let me out! I’ll be good, I swear! You can’t be heartless enough to keep me from seeing the Contest! Puh-leeeeasse!”
Falling to his knees, Lux clasps his hands together to beg, all divine pride gone in an instant.
"At least take me with you if you're going! You can keep me all jarred up, I don't care! I'll do anything to see the show!"
Rubberhose toons from the past and present, my beloved and adored. I'd give my life to have them be real
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science , reason and logic once ruled the galaxies . . . not gods , not magic and superstition . she despised it . she was in pursuit of a certain time lord , all the energy readings pointed here . the scientist grew impatient with each passing second , since when did the pantheon become the centre of the universe ?
however , the time lady wanted to disrupt time and space . . . the doctor had left her for dead . she had been trapped for so many years . . . waiting . the rani stared into the eyes of an animation , unimpressed . . . mildly disgusted . she was intrigued as to how it worked .
❛ you have exactly thirty seconds to tell me if you have seen the doctor . ❜ staring through this trickery of light , viewing it as a lesser lifeform . . . if you could call it that . ❛ or i pull the plug on you , sweetheart . ❜
@imperatcr liked for a starter from the rani .
“Golly,” Lux says, his voice small. “Didn’t anyone ever tell ya you catch more fireflies with honey than with vinegar?”
How dare she threaten Lux Imperator. Who does she think she is, this lower lifeform? This mortal? Lux is going to burn her from the inside out. Or maybe he’ll trap her in a web of film, a horror show, a never-ending retelling of her deepest regrets and her worst fears—
An angry twitch of his antennae is the only sign that the toon is more irritated than frightened. He’s not exactly the Doctor’s best friend, but he likes the guy well enough— at least he beat Lux fair and square, without all this posturing! So if this creature wants him, then Lux wants to know why.
“Sure, I’ve seen him. But what do you need a Doctor for, ma’am? You look alright to me!”
