#cause you could still understand the storyline without that

[slytherinshua]

i miss kpop storylines being like bts'. it was realistic and immersive but also something you could wrap your head around for the most part with limited magical elements making things overly complicated

[lgbtlunaverse]

This page from the adventurer's bible makes me want to cry

Like basically any neurodivergent dungeon meshi fan, I see a lot of myself in the Touden siblings. But I was blindsided by just how much I suddenly related to Falin in this little comic from the adventure bible's complete version.

It's about the Touden siblings' differing relationships with their parents, and why Laios still holds their treatment of Falin against them, while Falin herself doesn't.

We know that Falin was isolated and ostraziced by their village after she saved Laios from a ghost, displaying her uncanny affinity for magic. Her parents, instead of defending her, sent her away, which angered Laios so much he ran way himself before Falin even left for magic school, hoping to make a living so he and Falin could live together alone.

He tells Marcile this, but when she goes to Falin, she says she sees things differently. Her father sent her to magic school to protect her form the rest of the village without having to cause a conflict. He didn't explain that, and we actually see her burst into tears when he says it.

But, well... Laios was gone for a year before Falin went to magic school, and everyone else in the village avoided her. The understanding Falin has with her parents to me looks like one borne out of necessity, she literally didn't have anyone else to talk to.

And this is where we get to the page that made me want to cry

Like I said, I relate to the Toudens because I'm neurodivergent myself. that feeling of suddenly realizing you're disliked, but not knowing what you did wrong or what you should have done instead? Yeah... that's one I recognize.

When I was around 9 years old, the same age Falin is in this comic, a bunch of kids in my class decided to make a "game" where you lost if you touched me. It was basically the 'cheese-touch' from diary of a wimpy kid, except I always had it and couldn't pass it along. They'd pretend I was poisonous or disgusting and run away from me screaming or gagging. The point was to make fun of me. But my autistic little 9 year old ass thought "Oh I get it! It's tag but I'm always it!" So I... played along. Running at a boy and having him fall on the ground screaming in fake pain because you tapped him is, in isolation, pretty funny.

It wasn't until months into the "game" that I realized it was meant to be meanspirited. That the reason I was the one who was always 'it' wasn't an arbritrary rule but the whole point. Because I was weird and gross. I wasn't in on the joke, I was the punchline.

Falin may have come to understand her parents' intentions, but she didn't always. The adventure bible actually tells us that she at first didn't even notice that the rest of their village disliked her. She clearly knows now, but she had to be told. So when her mom tried to exorcise her, she just saw it as an activity she got to do with a mother she usually didn't get to spend much time with because of her poor health. It's only Laios who notices something is wrong.

(Sidenote, Laios being hyper-aware of people's poor attitudes towards Falin but completely blindsided when he's in the same spot, like with Toshiro, is also very relatable as an eldest sibling)

It probably also took Falin months, until after her brother had left and she had no one but her parents, to realize why her mother had been doing all those things.

And I know they're not the same. Even misguidedly, Falin's mom was trying to help her, not make fun of her like those boys in my class. (Though, as a queer person who also cares a lot about the queercoding in Falin's storyline, a parent trying to 'exorcise' their child of a fundamental part of them the parent thinks is evil or corruptive? yeah... that's not perfectly wholesome)

But do you know what I did, when I finally figured out the game was always meant to make fun of me?

To me, it looked like I had a choice.

See, those boys eventually figured out I didn't understand that they were being mean to me. I'd laugh every time I managed to catch one of them, I was visibly having fun. And while it no doubt only made me more of a weirdo in their eyes, they never informed me that I shouldn't be enjoying myself. That the point was for me to feel hurt.

So now that I did know, I had a choice. I could either get upset, and let the insult land as it was supposed to. That wouldn't stop them, because making fun of me was the original goal. Or I could ignore it and go on as usual. They had already accepted that I didn't get it, and they weren't gona stop me from having fun, so why should I?

And the thing is that I had... one friend, in that whole class. One person who actually liked talking to me and hanging out with me. I was lonely. And the 'game' provided me with another social interaction, mean-spirited as it was, that I desperately needed. And it was so delightfully simple. Navigating actual friendships as a kid with autism and adhd was so fucking complicated, and I'd never know when I might break an inivisble rule. But I knew the rules to the game perfectly!

Sometimes, if I was chasing one of them, the others would trap him and hold him down so I could tap him. In those moments it actually did kind of feel like I was playing with them, rather than against them. And it didn't change much, they didnt start actually liking me. But they were willing to roll with the fact that I wasn't upset, and I took advantage of that because I needed to.

So you can look at Falin seeing the best in her parents as her being naïve, but I look at this page and I see myself, at first unable to differentiate between playing and being made fun of. And then later, when I did see the difference, deciding not to get mad about it because that'd mean losing that social interaction, and I couldn't afford to.

Like I said, Falin probably first realized this in the year she spent with her brother gone, and everyone else avoiding her like the plague. If she refused to talk to her parents, like Laios did, she'd have no one left.

I see a lot of people relating to the fight between Laios and Toshiro. that frustration when you realize someone you thougth was your friend actually hates you, and they never said anything, never gave you a chance to fix it because you had no idea that you were even doing something wrong! And I can see that, too. But sometimes, when people don't fully hate you, it feels better to go along with the pretending. Because adressing it won't fix it. Because the problem isn't a specific behaviour, it's you. And if they're willing to tolerate you, despite the fact that it's you, then you'll take it. Because other people do hate you, so this is the best you'll get.

[bones4thecats]

Hello! Can I make a request of a platonic angst (fluff if you think suits it better) with Diasomnia with a male reader who is actually Malleus' brother?

[SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7]

The story being that Meleanor had given birth to two eggs, those being Malleus and the reader, with the Silver Owls stealing the egg that had the reader, which ended with the egg to be sent to Earth, therefore making the reader live for many years, raised by the humans without any idea of who he is, only for the Dark Mirror to bring him to Night Raven College, shocking everyone with the appearance of a Fae that was raised by humans.

Thank you!

M! Reader Being Malleus' Missing Twin

Characters: Lilia Vanrouge and Malleus Draconia Requester: @beawesome04 A/N: I'm gonna do only Lilia and Malleus for this. I couldn't think of anything for the younger Diasomnia boys. Sorry about that! Anyways, enjoy!! By the way, this may not fully follow the canon storyline for Book 7. But, there is a piece on the top explaining the backstory of the Missing-Draconia! Reader's world. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Book 7 and mentions of baby-napping and war ⚠️

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A decades old tale of the Fae and Human war was one that everyone was familiar with. Schools began to teach the young men and women of the future of the causes and what was used to fix everything and establish the peaceful world that they now lived in.

But, there was always a part that teachers had to withhold many key details on. The attempted abduction of the Draconia Eggs.

Many years into the war, a group of human-affiliated knights had infiltrated the Draconia Castle. And since the previous Queen of the land just had her two babies still in their eggs, a few of the men had made a plan to take them in order to prompt the royals into surrendering.

Fortunately and unfortunately, they had gotten to the eggs and almost got away with both. An at-the-time young General, Lilia Vanrouge, charged in with his men and prompted them into surrendering themselves. Though, in common human-fashion, they tricked their ways out of being held.

And when one guard went to check on the eggs, he announced with loud-blaring fear that one was missing from the nursery. This made all that heard begin to panic. The humans wouldn't be so weak as to take a not-even-hatched baby away from its home... would they?

Barking out the order of finding the missing egg was all that the Fae could do at the moment. But when they all came up empty, he couldn't believe his ears... the humans were exactly what Baul deemed them to be. Disgusting excuses of beings.

After the fall of Meleanor and her husband, Revan, and the re-crowing of the female's mother, Maleficia, Lilia began to care for not only the young heir but for his own adoptive-human son, whom he named Silver.

Despite the firm and carefree smile that was practically plastered onto his youthful-face, he couldn't help but remember the loss of that precious black and purple egg... but maybe he could locate the now-growing child overtime!

As the male floated around the new students of Night Raven College, he smiled at Malleus, who was now one year away from graduating and inheriting the throne of Briar Valley. All of a sudden, the sound of the Dark Mirror opening causes Lilia to look up in shock and ready himself with his magic.

Everybody then froze once the sight came clear. There stood a tall, maybe around 6'3, male with a very clean-and-formal black and green outfit laid wrapped around his form. With a lovely mixture of down and held-up hair black hair, the apparent Fae stood out like a sore thumb.

Especially with a duet set of horns, which folded around a green gem, which glowed brighter with each step you took closer to the members of Diasomnia.

And while your gem caught the attention of many first, only Lilia and Malleus could truly understand who he was...

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, little brother."

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»»——————————- 　 Lilia Vanrouge 　——————————-««

🦇 When he looked at the horns you had, the previous General immediately understood who you were and what you wanted

🦇 Lilia allowed his feet to hit the ground as his mouth laid open as you stepped closer to him and his small family. And while Sebek yelled for you to stay away from Malleus, you merely ignored him and looked into the slightly-younger male's eyes

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, little brother." You said.

🦇 This claim was one that caused many to gasp. The story of the previous Queen of Briar Valley having two eggs was true! And here the brothers were- reuniting!

🦇 Once everyone was calmed down and told to go somewhere else for the afternoon, Lilia led you and the boys back to the dorm. Specifically the lounge

🦇 When you finished speaking to Malleus and explaining everything to him, you began to look towards Lilia. And he had to admit, the way your cold eyes stared into his soul caused him alarm

🦇 You motioned for him to sit down in the seat next to you. And stated that he could ask you any question

"Where have you been all of this time? Last I knew your egg was taken by the... Silver Owls."

"Fortunately for me, Emilia, who was young maid from the castle, picked me out from the pack of one guard. She then took me home that night and took care of me until I hatched. Her and her husband raised me until they passed away of old age, maybe around 79 and 85. I now live with their oldest son, Zekial, and his wife, Pristy, who are now 59 and 58 respectively. Their great-grand-children, Madyson and Parker, assisted me in getting here. They both attend Royal Sword Academy as third-years." You replied. It was a mouthful, but it seemed to allow the man to confide in his own thoughts to piece the whole thing together.

🦇 Lilia looked at you and asked if you were raised by humans. In which you said yes and admitted that you have seen and met many humans and Fae that have either berated you or your found-family, in which you defended both species, saying they had both flaws and pros

🦇 Hearing how wise you were for a mere 178-year-old Fae made Lilia smile and laugh, prompting a questioning of the action from you

"You may be a youthful-Fae, but you show signs of growth that not even I have gotten the pleasure of having. And I've raised a human for a son!"

"Oh... I see. Is that a compliment?"

"Yes. It is, elder Draconia."

"Please, just call me Y/N. It is what Emilia named me."

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🐉 In the last 178 years, Malleus has always believed himself to be alone in this world. In both his social and familial life

🐉 But, seeing someone look so similar to him step out from the Dark Mirror, and dawning a fairly formal outfit with an almost-matching set of horns made that loneliness disappear for a minute

🐉 The sound of your heeled-boots echoing against the hard floor was all that Malleus could hear against his own thoughts of wonder at that moment

"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, little brother."

"Little... brother?"

🐉 You nodded and smiled gently at the young man. And when you held your hand out and summoned a small ball of green fire, which formed a dual set of eggs

🐉 Lilia ushered for the boys to leave the room, saying you both needed some privacy. And privacy you did need

"Do you know who and what these are, Malleus?"

"By what I am observing, that is what I was before hatching into a small newborn. Am I correct?"

"That you are. And do you know who and what this egg is?"

🐉 Malleus looked back down at your hand's magic and he shook his head slightly. In every photograph he was shown by his grandmother, Maleficia, all he saw was his egg in the nursery and that was all, no extra egg or anything

"That was me before hatching. The same as you. That makes us not only brothers, but twins, despite the fact we appear slightly different." You said as your magic began to shift into a castle, the Draconian Castle to be specific.

"Born to the same mother and father, we both resided inside of the nursery before an invasion was taken by a group of Fae-hating humans called the Silver Owls. They had came inside in order to steal us to use us as an advantage against our family, but, as the Royal Army came in, they put your egg back, but took mine in an attempt to take a more psychological approach to one-upping our mother and father."

"If you were taken by these Silver Owls, where did you go and who raised you if not our family?"

"I was taken from a guards bag by a maid named Emilia, who then brought me home to raise with her husband, Mustove. They have long since passed from old age, an unfortunate thing humans have. I was then taken in by their children, who are both now reaching elder-hood in human terms, and I was assisted in reaching you from their great-grandchildren, who attend Royal Sword Academy as current third-years. It is thanks to them, to those humans, that I finally can reconnect with you, my brother."

🐉 Malleus stared at you with widened eyes. And while your magical shape-shifting fire burns out along with the glow of your forehead-jewel, your brother began to sniffle and hold his fists tightly against his sides

"I understand that you have felt alone for the many past years, Malleus. But understand that I am here now, and I do not plan on returning to complete isolation away from our family, away from you. Okay?"

"It's just so... nice to have you here with me."

🐉 You held your arms open and allowed the prince to jump into your arms, hugging you tightly as he buried his face into your chest, tears falling form his eyes as he sniffed and smiled with comforted joy and sadness... he finally had his other half with him again. And they wouldn't leave him on their own accord

"May I call you 'big brother'?"

"Yes. Yes you may, little brother."

[natt-writes]

~5 Writing tips that actually help~

(These tips are meant for fiction books, especially fantasy. so if you’re writing nonfiction a decent amount of these won’t apply to you. Sorry!)

Find your writing voice.

one of the biggest issues I find in things written by beginners is a lack of emotional connection with the narration. Sure the story can be great, but without personality, without looks into the characters minds, without little quips here and there, it really isn’t all that interesting. Something that really helped me to realize this was a book called the tragical tale of birdie bloom. It’s a kids book but it honestly has such a good narrator (and storyline tbh) that you can look past the little kiddy-ness. I recommend you check the book out if you’re looking for some inspiration. I will be making a post about how to develop your writing and character voices soon so if you want some extra help with that, stay tuned!

2. Get to know your characters.

I know that you all probably already know this, but characters are one of, if not the most important part of a book. Readers don’t want to read about a flat, boring character who just feels like a vessel for the horrifying amount of trauma you add to your story. They want to read about people that feel real, people with flaws and feelings and hobbies and backstories. When I wanted to develop my characters I started going through the drafts, the plot outlines, everything and seeing what the characters did, said, felt. Then I took their basic backstory and started lining things up. Like if a character decided to get into a fight with another character, I would see what had happened to them that might have caused this. Maybe they had been abused as a child and thought that any disagreement meant they had to fight for their life. Maybe this person reminded them of a former enemy. After you start to figure out what connects the characters to the big plot points, you can then start to develop subtle things. You could start writing something, realize this situation would have triggered a character, and then drop subtle hints towards them feeling uncomfortable. Go nuts with it, after all you can never over-analyze a character.

3. Describe things uniquely.

Descriptions are what help us to understand what’s going on in a scene. They can tell us about the tasty drink a character is enjoying, the slick dress that someone is wearing or the way a characters muscles tense when a certain someone enters the room. But sometimes descriptions a fall a bit flat and that can ruin the experience for the reader. Something I always try to remember is to try and come up with new words describe something, for example; “her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown.” Is a very basic and over used description, instead you could try; “her eyes sparkled as she sat across from me, gleaming a rich chocolate shade as the light from the candles reflected off of them”. This is a much stronger sentence as it gives both environment hits and a description of the eyes, all while staying away from overused terms. I often see this theme in stories written by beginners, things being described in a very straight forward manner. And of course this is ok once in a while, especially if this isn’t a very important topic, but it still sounds better when you branch away from that basic sentence structure. I always like to use descriptive sentences to push things forward. Here is another example; “she was wearing a fluffy green dress with lots of lace. She walked over to the door and opened it.” Vs “the lacy trim of her green dress dragged on the floor as she walked towards the door. She smiled wide as she held it open, inviting her guests into the building.” Making strong sentences is very important, so please toy around with different words, structures, etc, until the sentence fits the type of book you’re trying to write.

4. Make trauma realistic.

Yes, even if you’re writing a fantasy book, characters experiences have to be realistic. Something that always gets on my nerves is when writers come up with a good idea for some trauma, so they just give to a character, even when it doesn’t suit them at all. if you are going to give a character trauma you need to explain it, set it up so it actually fits into their character arc, then have the character actually be affected by it. They can’t just randomly be like “I got shot by a dude.” And that’s it if there is no way that character could have gotten shot given their life experiences. Also if you want a character to be relatively unaffected after an extremely traumatic event you have to plan it out so that they have a specific and consistent trauma response that makes them not react shortly after an event like that. Characters are supposed to be like people, and no two people react to trauma the same way, so you do have some leeway if necessary, but people also don’t just stay the same after something horrible happens, they are affected by it and that has to be accurately portrayed. This does get easier the more you get to know the characters though, as soon you will know how they react to things and how to plan trauma that suits them.

5. Make a plot outline.

I cannot stress this enough, make a plot outline. Making a plot outline literally saved my book, and they are really easy to make! I recommend you download a spreadsheet app like XL spreadsheets or Apple numbers but you could even use google docs if you want. You want to put in all the chapters and then give each chapter at least six spots to write scenes. Add a spot for adding the main event of the chapter/a summery of what you have to write. This will help you to understand what you have to write for that chapter and how it fits into the next chapter. After that you start to fill all the scene boxes in with your plot information. Having a plot outline is great as it can be super vague and messy, but still hold all your ideas. It also helps to prevent unnecessary rewrites later, as you can just edit the plot outline before you start writing the first draft. You can even make a plot outline after you’ve started writing your book. That’s what I did and I promise, it still is very helpful. (Example of a plot outline below.)

[snowblack-charcoalwhite]

When answering asks I mentioned several times that while I agree that Aegon's character arc is the best one this season (among the Greens and overall), I still don't like it. No one really asked but I decided to put it out there anyway - because he is my second favourite character of the book/show combo.

When I think about Aegon in season 2, this bit from the trailer comes to mind:

If we are to take Aegon more or less as a separate character (which is not so easy as no character can/should exist in a vacuum), his storyline has been quite decent (the effort to be a good ruler despite the lack of actual preparation, the obvious love and care towards Jaehaerys and heart-wrenching reaction to his murder, the failed attempt to prove himself at Rook's Rest - and now the signs pointing to him becoming a new man after what happened, more cunning and harsh). Besides, Tom has been given quite a few really good moments where he could show, truly and without being restrained, just how talented he is (it was the least HotD owed him after the treatment he got because of the shitty writing for the previous season). And even with that, I am still far from being convinced that the writers won't fumble it all in season 3 (just look what they did to Aemond this season after him getting IMO the most compelling and consistent beginning of the character arc in season 1).

But if we look at Aegon in connection with other characters? I am not merely disappointed, I am fucking furious, actually.

He's the character who suffered the most this season (feels like suffering takes up 90% of his screentime) - and this is understandable given what he's been going through. But how does the show present us this suffering? More precisely, who is presented as being responsible for it?

The first big blow dealt to Aegon was the murder of Jaehaerys. And which characters are actually shown to be the cause of Aegon's anguish?

Not Rhaenyra - she was as clueless as poor murdered boy himself. Not Mysaria - her opressed self "just provided the names" to Daemon. Daemon is the closest to it, but even here we were treated to this "ambiguity" bullshit about him supposedly not giving clear instructions to Blood and Cheese - and apparently he deeply regrets his actions. Boo-hoo, poor baby (I am not even a Daemon hater, actually, but the "he is just a tormented soul" thing he has going on this season has gone too far). The audience can't even properly hate the murderers themselves because of the shallow and cartoonish way the whole event was handled on screen.

But we get to see how Otto turns the horrible murder of an innocent child into a propo show - and Alicent sides with him (both are shown to disregard Aegon's feelings on the matter). Criston is presented as the one who neglected his duties and in doing so facilitated the heir's murder (and later he tries to shift the blame to Arryk which eventually gets the latter killed while fighting his own twin brother). Aemond doesn't gaf about his nephew's death (or the way it affected anyone in his family, specifically Aegon) for which he is partially to blame. And later Aegon gets a parting gift from Otto in the form of "you are a useless piece of junk - and a naive one for even daring to believe otherwise" - and Alicent's inability to console him when he needs it most.

Things only get worse from here. The Blacks are doing their thing on Dragostone (in Daemon's case - at Harrenhal) while Aegon keeps being abused, neglected and terrorized by those closest to him. His council members (including his mother and brother) do not respect him, Alicent flat out tells him he is useless in the most hurtful way possible (comparing him to Viserys who, as Aegon learned, didn't deem him worthy either after all). Oh, and by the way Viserys' neglect towards his children - Aegon in particular, in this case - is now completely taken out of the equation. Instead Viserys is presented as almost a godlike figure, someone to be worshipped and as infallible as the Pope.

And then, as the cherry on top of the cake, Aegon and his beloved dragon get horribly injured, almost killed by Aemond who Aegon trusted despite everything (Rhaenys' part in Aegon being hurt is minimal). And even after that Aemond proceeds to torment his bedridden brother, physically and mentally (I am aware there are supposed layers to it but I really doubt a lot of viewers gave that scene a second thought), so the former could remain in power; Alicent experiences remorse in all the wrong moments (and then proceeds to tell Gwayne how she is disappointed in both of the sons she actually knows and seems to redirect her hopes towards the one she doesn't). The only person who actually seems to care about Aegon is, surprise, Larys Strong, a reigning Kinslayer Supreme who actually murdered his father and elder brother while playing the game of thrones (and there is a BIG question whether Larys would give a single fuck about Aegon and his condition if he had been granted promotion by Aemond). While it's nice that the indisposed king has at least someone on his side, it's really fucked up that out of everyone else around him it had to be precisely Larys, whose loyalty is very much conditional.

To sum it all up, the writers gave Aegon an extreme amount of suffering (in accordance with his story in F&B and even more), clearly aiming to make the audience pity him as much as possible - and in a dirty and lazy writing move weaponized this pity against other TG characters (it's not clear for now whether it worked to the degree they expected for GA - but for the fandom it certainly did). Meanwhile TB is whitewashed once again. Now it's understandable where all this "they all hate each other" promo jokes (that turned out not to be jokes after all) made by TB actors came from.

In conclusion, I despise the way Aegon's suffering is being used in the narrative, and it takes a really big chunk out of the positive feelings I have about Aegon's arc in general. The F&B Greens, while being flawed individuals and not the most well-functioning family, were loyal to and cared for each other. HotD destroyed the majority of inter-Green relationships, and I am really, REALLY not here for it.

[muiitoloko]

Had an idea for a Alan Rickman story, with a female character. A bit of a smutty idea. Him and a younger actress are preparing to film a very intimate scene with the help of an intimacy coordinator, but the coordinator is making things more difficult then they need to be. So after the day is wrapped, they both go back to the hotel and decide to practice the scene there together. Only it becomes more real then they planned.

if the idea is crap, feel free to scrap it.😀

Title: Rehearsal

Summary: Things take a different turn during rehearsal for her scene with Alan.

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Actress! Reader

Warnings: Smut

Author's Notes: Hey there! Thanks for sharing your idea! I actually think it's pretty intriguing! 😄 There's definitely some spicy potential there, especially with the added drama of the intimacy coordinator. I'm totally up for writing about it! Just a heads up though, in this fanfic, Alan will obviously be single—gotta keep it true to the storyline! 😅 Let's dive into this steamy adventure! 🌟

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As you stood on set, rehearsing yet another intimate scene with Alan Rickman, the weight of nervousness settled heavily on your shoulders. Despite being a sought-after young actress in Hollywood, the prospect of filming such scenes still made your heart race with apprehension.

Alan's presence only added to your anxiety, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine as he delivered his lines with effortless charm. His hooked nose and piercing gaze seemed to see right through you, adding to the intensity of the moment.

But it wasn't Alan that was causing you the most stress today. No, it was the intimacy coordinator, whose constant meddling was making a challenging situation even more difficult than it needed to be. Their insistence on perfection, their nitpicking over every little detail, was starting to wear on your nerves, and you could see the frustration mirrored in Alan's eyes as well.

"Cut! That's not quite right, let's try it again from the top," the intimacy coordinator called out, their voice tinged with dissatisfaction.

You exchanged a weary glance with Alan, both of you silently acknowledging the absurdity of the situation. It was just a scene, after all, nothing more than a performance meant to entertain audiences. But the intimacy coordinator seemed determined to turn it into something far more complicated than it needed to be.

As you prepared to run through the scene once again, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at the intimacy coordinator's overbearing presence. Surely, there had to be a better way to approach these intimate scenes without subjecting you and Alan to such unnecessary stress and scrutiny.

But as you locked eyes with Alan, a silent understanding passed between you. No matter what challenges you faced, you were in this together, united in your determination to deliver a compelling performance despite the obstacles in your path.

With a shared nod of determination, you straightened up and turned away from Alan, returning to your mark to continue the rehearsal from the beginning. As you slipped into the role of Emily, your heart raced with anticipation, the script unfolding in your mind as you prepared to embody the character's emotions and desires.

As the intimacy coordinator gave the cue to continue the rehearsal, Alan pulled you close, his presence commanding and magnetic as he stepped into the role of Thomas. His baritone voice washed over you like a velvet caress, sending a shiver of excitement down your spine as he delivered his lines with effortless intensity.

"Emily," Alan's voice rumbled, his breath hot against your neck as he spoke his lines. "I can't deny what I feel for you any longer. I know it's wrong, but I can't help but want you, crave you, with every fiber of my being."

Your pulse quickened at Alan's words, your character's internal struggle mirroring your own as you tried to resist the overwhelming temptation he presented. "Thomas, please," you protested weakly, your voice trembling with desire. "You're my boyfriend's father. We can't do this."

But Alan's character, consumed by his own desires, refused to be swayed by your protests. With a hungry growl, he pulled you into his arms, his lips trailing kisses along your neck as he whispered words of passion and longing.

"I don't care about any of that," Alan's character declared, his voice thick with desire. "All I want is you, Emily. I want to feel you beneath me, surrendering to the pleasure only I can give you. Come to me, my darling, and let me show you the ecstasy that awaits us."

As Alan's lips found yours in a fierce kiss, you melted into him just as the script dictated. His touch ignited a fire within you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment as he pulls you into bed with him.

But before you could lose yourself completely in the passion of the scene, the intimacy coordinator interrupted once again, their voice cutting through the air with frustrating precision.

"Cut! That's not quite right," they declared, their tone laced with disappointment. "We need more passion, more intensity. I'm just not feeling it."

Alan broke away from the kiss with a frustrated groan, rolling away from you with a scowl marring his handsome features. "Bloody hell," he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

You sighed irritably, sitting on the edge of the bed as you exchanged a weary glance with Alan. This wasn't the first time the intimacy coordinator had interrupted the scene, and you were beginning to wonder if they would ever be satisfied.

Alan got up from the bed, his irritation evident in the set of his shoulders as he made his way over to the intimacy coordinator. "What's the problem now?" he demanded, his voice tinged with annoyance.

The intimacy coordinator sighed, running a hand through their hair in frustration. "It's just not working, Alan," they explained, their tone apologetic. "There's a lack of passion, a lack of chemistry between you and [Your Name]. We need to capture that raw intensity, that burning desire that drives your characters together."

Alan's expression darkened at the criticism, but he remained composed as he listened to the coordinator's feedback. After a moment of silence, he nodded in resignation. "Fine," he conceded, his voice tight with frustration. "We'll try it again tomorrow."

With that, the intimacy coordinator dismissed you both for the rest of the day, warning you that you would need to return to the set early tomorrow morning for one last rehearsal before recording the scene.

Alan sighed irritably as the coordinator walked away, his frustration evident in every line of his body. But as he turned to leave, you called out to him, hesitating for a moment before speaking.

"Alan, wait," you said, your voice hesitant. "What if we... rehearsed the scene again, but this time at the hotel? Maybe if we had some privacy, we could really get into the characters and find that chemistry the coordinator is looking for."

Alan looked at you, his expression softening at your suggestion. He considered it for a moment before nodding in agreement. "That might not be a bad idea," he admitted, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "We could use the extra practice before tomorrow."

You smiled in relief, grateful for Alan's willingness to go the extra mile to ensure the scene was a success. "Great," you said, your voice brightening with enthusiasm. "My hotel room is just down the hall. We can rehearse there if you don't mind."

Alan chuckled softly, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "I don't mind at all," he replied, his tone warm with affection. "Lead the way, [Your Name]. Let's make sure we nail this scene tomorrow."

As the taxi wound its way through the bustling streets of Rome, you couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of the city. The ancient architecture, the winding cobblestone streets, the vibrant colors of the bustling markets – it was a feast for the senses, and you found yourself itching to explore every corner of it.

Beside you, Alan sat in quiet contemplation, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery outside the window. His baritone voice broke the silence as he spoke, his British accent lending a cultured elegance to his words.

"Quite a stunning city, isn't it?" he remarked, his tone thoughtful. "There's a certain timeless quality to Rome that I find quite captivating. It's as if every corner holds a piece of history, just waiting to be discovered."

You nodded in agreement, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Absolutely," you replied, your voice filled with enthusiasm. "I can't wait to take a stroll through the streets and soak in the atmosphere. There's so much to see and experience here."

As the conversation turned to your characters and the upcoming scene, you found yourself drawn into a lively discussion with Alan, his insights and observations adding depth to your understanding of the roles you were portraying. His passion for the craft of acting was evident in every word he spoke, and you couldn't help but feel inspired by his dedication to his craft.

Before you knew it, the taxi had arrived at the hotel, and Alan made a point of paying the driver before you could even reach for your wallet. You thanked him with a grateful smile, feeling a warm glow of appreciation for his thoughtful gesture.

As you made your way up to your floor, Alan paused outside his room, turning to face you with a sheepish smile. "I'll just leave a few things in my room before heading to yours," he explained, his tone casual. "I'll meet you there in a few minutes, alright?"

You nodded in understanding, feeling a flutter of anticipation in your chest at the thought of being alone with Alan in the privacy of your hotel room. "Sounds good," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "I'll see you in a bit."

With that, you watched as Alan disappeared into his room, his figure disappearing behind the closed door. Taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you made your way to the end of the hallway, your heart racing with anticipation for what was to come.

Once inside your hotel room, you took a moment to gather your thoughts, the excitement of the day still coursing through your veins. You couldn't believe you were about to rehearse an intimate scene with Alan Rickman of all people, and in the privacy of your own hotel room, no less.

As you paced nervously around the room, your mind raced with a million different thoughts and emotions. What if you messed up the scene? What if you couldn't find the chemistry the intimacy coordinator was looking for? What if Alan thought you were a terrible actress?

But as you took a deep breath and reminded yourself to stay calm, you pushed aside your doubts and fears, focusing instead on the task at hand. You were a professional actress, after all, and you had worked hard to earn your place in the industry. You wouldn't let a little nervousness stand in the way of giving your best performance.

Just then, there was a soft knock on the door, and your heart leaped into your throat as you realized that Alan had arrived. With trembling hands, you made your way to the door, your pulse racing with anticipation as you prepared to face him.

As you opened the door, your breath caught in your throat at the sight of Alan standing before you, his expression warm and welcoming. "Hello, [Your Name]," he greeted you, his voice soft with affection. "May I come in?"

You nodded eagerly, stepping aside to let him enter the room. "Of course," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you ushered him inside.

As Alan stepped into the room, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes swept over your surroundings, taking in every detail with a keen eye for observation. His hooked nose twitched in amusement as he spotted the plush armchair by the window, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"What a lovely room you have," he remarked, his tone genuine. "It's so cozy and inviting. And that view of the city is simply breathtaking."

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a surge of pride at the thought of sharing your temporary home with someone as distinguished as Alan Rickman. "Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with gratitude. "I'm glad you like it."

As you settled into the room, the two of you fell into an easy conversation, discussing your characters and the upcoming scene with a shared sense of excitement and anticipation. Alan's insights and observations were invaluable, and you found yourself hanging on his every word as he shared his thoughts on the characters' motivations and desires.

As you and Alan delved deeper into the characters' motivations and desires, you found yourselves growing more and more immersed in the world of Emily and Thomas. Alan's insights into Thomas's complex psyche were invaluable, and you couldn't help but admire his dedication to bringing the character to life.

But as the conversation turned to the intimate scene you were about to rehearse, a nervous flutter took root in the pit of your stomach. Despite your best efforts to remain composed, the prospect of acting out such a personal and vulnerable moment with Alan was enough to make your heart race with apprehension.

With a shared glance of determination, you and Alan finally decided to dive into the rehearsal, determined to give it your all. But as you began to act out the scene, a wave of awkwardness washed over you, the absence of the cameras, intimacy coordinator, and other people from the set leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Without the safety net of the set and its crew, the scene took on a whole new level of intimacy, almost as if it were real. As Alan leaned in to deliver Thomas's lines with his signature baritone voice, you couldn't help but feel a pang of desire stir deep within you, a feeling you quickly brushed aside in favor of focusing on the scene.

But as Alan continued to seduce you with his words and gestures, you found yourself getting lost in the intensity of the moment, your resistance crumbling under the weight of his passion.

"I don't care about any of that," Alan's voice rumbled, his tone thick with desire as he pulled you closer to him, "All I want is you, Emily. I want to feel you beneath me, surrendering to the pleasure only I can give you. Come to me, my darling, and let me show you the ecstasy that awaits us."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you melted against him, your fingers tangling in his shirt as you eagerly pulled him closer. With a gasp of desire, you surrendered to the overwhelming passion that burned between you, your body aflame with longing for him.

Alan's touch ignited a fire within you, his hands tracing every curve and contour of your body with a skill that left you trembling with desire. As he guided you to the bed, his lips never leaving yours, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the lines between reality and fiction blurring into nothingness.

As you opened the buttons on Alan's shirt, your fingers trembling with anticipation, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. The script called for this moment, but the intensity of the scene, combined with the raw chemistry between you and Alan, left you feeling dizzy with desire.

Alan's lips trailed hot kisses along your neck, his breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispered words of passion and longing. But as you felt the warmth of his skin under your touch, you couldn't resist the temptation to deviate from the script, to indulge in the raw desire burning between you.

With a boldness you didn't know you possessed, you allowed your hands to roam freely over Alan's chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with a hunger that bordered on obsession. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your fingertips, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room, and you found yourself lost in the sensation of him beneath your touch.

But as Alan stood up to look at you, his eyes dark with desire, you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks at the realization of what you had done. Pushing his hands away, you stammered out an apology, your voice trembling with embarrassment as you tried to regain your composure.

"I-I'm sorry, Alan," you murmured, your gaze falling to the floor in shame. "I don't know what came over me. I got carried away, and I didn't mean to go off script like that."

Alan's expression softened as he reached out to gently lift your chin, his eyes searching yours with a tenderness that took your breath away. "It's alright, love," he reassured you, his voice a soothing balm to your frazzled nerves. "I must admit, I quite enjoyed your improvisation. You're a natural, [Your Name]."

The warmth of his praise washed over you like a wave, easing the tension in your shoulders as you met his gaze with a hesitant smile. "Th-thank you, Alan," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I got caught up in the moment, I suppose."

Alan chuckled softly, the sound like music to your ears as he pulled you into his arms, his embrace warm and comforting. "We all get carried away sometimes, my dear," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear in a tantalizing caress. "But I must say, I quite enjoyed where your improvisation took us."

As Alan's lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, you caught your breath at the sudden rush of desire that surged through you. His warm breath tickled your skin, igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you entirely. With a soft gasp, you instinctively leaned into his touch, craving more of the intoxicating sensation he elicited with just a simple caress.

"Alan," you murmured his name, the sound barely audible over the pounding of your heart. But before you could say anything more, Alan seemed to snap back to reality, cursing softly under his breath as he pulled away from you, his expression a mixture of frustration and apology.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice rough with emotion as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes clouded with self-reproach. "I didn't mean to... I shouldn't have..."

You watched him with a mixture of sympathy and concern, reaching out to gently touch his arm in a gesture of comfort. "It's okay, Alan," you reassured him, your voice soft and understanding. "We were both caught up in the moment. You were just improvising, like I did earlier."

Alan looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before nodding in agreement. "Yes, you're right," he conceded, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I was improvising. I suppose I just got carried away."

You offered him a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air between you. "We can start again if you want," you suggested, your voice gentle and encouraging. "Take a moment to collect yourself, and we can go through the scene again."

Alan nodded, taking a deep breath to steady himself before meeting your gaze with a determined look. "Yes, let's do that," he agreed, his voice firm with resolve. "I won't let my... momentary lapse affect our performance. We're professionals, after all."

With that, the two of you launched back into the scene, picking up where you left off with renewed focus and determination. As Thomas continued to seduce Emily, his words laced with desire and longing, you found yourself drawn into the intensity of the moment, your resistance crumbling under the weight of his passion.

But this time, when Thomas leaned in to kiss Emily, the kiss was different. It was long, intense, filled with a raw desire that threatened to consume them both. As Alan pulled you closer, his lips claiming yours with a fierce urgency, you couldn't help but lose yourself in the heat of the moment, the lines between fiction and reality blurring into nothingness.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as you deepened the kiss, your bodies pressed together in a desperate embrace. With each passing moment, the intensity of the scene grew, fueled by the undeniable chemistry that burned between you.

But as the kiss finally broke, leaving you both breathless and wanting more, you reminded yourself that it was just improvisation, just a means to make the scene as real as possible for filming. And yet, deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through you at the thought of what had just transpired between you and Alan.

As you caught your breath, you exchanged a knowing glance with Alan, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. In that moment, you both understood that what had just happened was more than just acting – it was a connection, a spark of passion that transcended the boundaries of the scene.

As Alan took a deep breath, his gaze searching yours with a mix of uncertainty and desire, you felt a surge of anticipation coursing through your veins. The air crackled with tension between you.

But before you could utter a word, Alan's voice cut through the silence, his tone hesitant yet determined. "Do you... want me to leave?" he asked, his baritone voice sending shivers down your spine as he awaited your answer.

You met his gaze with a steady look, your heart racing with a mixture of nerves and longing. "No," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want you to leave, Alan. I want... this. I want you."

The admission hung between you like a weight, the air thick with anticipation as you waited for Alan's response. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, his expression clouded with uncertainty as he processed your words.

But then, with a sudden surge of determination, Alan stepped closer to you, his gaze locking onto yours with unwavering intensity. "Shit," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You want this... you want me?"

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest as you met his gaze with unbridled longing. "Yes," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. "I want this, Al. I want you."

Alan's eyes darkened with desire as he reached out to cup your face in his hands, his touch sending electric currents racing through your veins. "God, [Your Name]," he murmured, his voice husky with need. "I want you too. More than you can possibly imagine."

With that, Alan wasted no time in closing the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. It was like a dam had burst, releasing the pent-up desire that had been simmering between you since the moment you met.

His hands roamed over your body with a hunger that left you breathless, his touch igniting a fire within you that threatened to consume you entirely. With each caress, each kiss, the intensity of your desire grew, until you were both lost in a whirlwind of passion and ecstasy.

As Alan pressed you against the wall, his body flush against yours, you felt a surge of heat pooling between your legs, aching to be touched, to be claimed by him completely. His hands trailed down your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of you with a reverence that took your breath away.

"I've wanted this for so long," Alan confessed, his voice rough with emotion as he peppered kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "To feel you beneath me, to taste every inch of you, to lose myself in the depths of your desire."

You whimpered in response, your nails digging into his back as you pulled him closer, craving more of the intoxicating sensation he elicited with just a simple touch. "Yes, Al," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "I want you. I need you. Please, don't stop."

With a growl of desire, Alan lifted you into his arms, carrying you towards the bed with a fierce determination that left you weak with longing. As he laid you down on the soft mattress, he trailed kisses along your collarbone, his hands deftly removing your clothes with a hunger that left you trembling with anticipation.

And as you stood naked in front of him, Alan stopped to admire you, his gaze intense and focused as if you were a masterpiece hanging in a gallery. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment under his scrutiny, feeling like you were under a microscope, laid bare for his inspection.

You couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with nervousness, knowing that this was the moment you had been waiting for, the culmination of the tension that had been building between you since the rehearsal began. And yet, as Alan's eyes roamed over your body, taking in every curve and contour with a hunger that left you breathless, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of self-consciousness.

After all, this was Alan Rickman, the legendary British actor whose performances you had admired for years. To have him look at you with such intensity, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world, was both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.

But as Alan questioned once again if you wanted him to leave, giving you one last chance to send him away, you found yourself shaking your head in denial, your voice barely above a whisper as you pleaded with him to stay.

"No, Alan," you murmured, your voice trembling with desire. "I don't want you to leave. I want you... I need you."

Alan's lips curled into a wicked grin at your words, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes as he leaned in closer, his larger, thicker body swallowing yours in a sea of desire. With a low chuckle, he trailed kisses down your collarbone, his lips teasingly close to the swell of your breasts, but never quite touching.

"You're sure about that, love?" he asked, his voice husky with desire. "This is your last chance to change your mind. Once we start, there's no going back."

But you shook your head adamantly, the need for him burning hot and fierce in your veins. "I'm sure, Alan," you insisted, your voice thick with desire. "I want you. I need you. Please, don't make me wait any longer."

With a satisfied smile playing on his lips, Alan finally took one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak as he suckled on it with a hunger that left you gasping for air. But he didn't stop there. Oh no, Alan's exploration of your body was just beginning.

As his lips worked their magic on your breast, his fingers trailed down your trembling form, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as they traced the contours of your body with a feather-light touch. With a wicked grin, he teased your inner thighs, his touch tantalizingly close to your throbbing center but never quite reaching it.

You moaned his name, dragging out the syllables in a desperate plea for more, but Alan, ever the tease, denied you, reminding you in his husky baritone voice that you were still in character, that this was just a rehearsal. "Patience, my dear Emily," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot against your ear. "We mustn't break character, after all."

You whimpered in frustration, your nails digging into his back as you arched into his touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure he was capable of giving you. But Alan only chuckled in amusement, his fingers continuing their wicked dance along your trembling form as he prepared you for what was to come.

"You're so eager, my sweet Emily," he teased, his voice thick with desire. "But remember, we must maintain the illusion, mustn't we? I am Thomas, not Alan. And you, my dear, are my forbidden desire, the object of my relentless passion."

With a low growl of frustration, you nodded in understanding, your body thrumming with anticipation as you surrendered to the intensity of the moment. "Yes, Thomas," you gasped, your voice thick with desire. "Forgive me, I got carried away. But please, I need you. I need to feel you inside me, filling me up with your desire."

Alan's lips curled into a wicked grin at your words, his eyes dark with desire as he finally relented, his fingers slipping between your slick folds with a hunger that left you trembling with need. With a soft gasp, you arched into his touch, craving more of the exquisite pleasure he was capable of giving you.

But Alan only chuckled in amusement, his eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased you with a slow, torturous pace that left you begging for more. "So eager, my dear," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But patience is a virtue, is it not? We have all the time in the world to explore each other's desires."

You whimpered in frustration, your hips bucking against his hand as you sought more of the intoxicating pleasure he was capable of giving you. But Alan only chuckled in amusement, his fingers continuing their wicked dance along your trembling form as he teased you with the promise of ecstasy just out of reach.

With a low growl of frustration, you pleaded with him, your voice thick with desire. "Please, Thomas," you gasped, your body thrumming with need. "I can't take it anymore. I need you. I need you to fill me up, to make me yours completely."

Alan's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his resolve finally crumbling as he gave in to the overwhelming passion that burned between you. With a fierce growl, he shed his remaining clothes, his thick cock springing free from its confines as he positioned himself between your trembling thighs.

With a wicked grin, he teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, his eyes locked with yours in a silent exchange of longing and desire. And then, with a low groan of pleasure, he surged forward, burying himself deep inside you with a single, powerful thrust.

You cried out in ecstasy as he filled you completely, his cock stretching you to the limit as he claimed you as his own. With each powerful thrust, he drove deeper into you, his pace relentless and unyielding as he rode you towards the edge of oblivion.

"Fuck, [Your Name]," he groaned, his voice thick with desire. "You feel so damn good, baby. I swear, I could spend eternity buried deep inside you and never want for anything else."

You moaned in response, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him desperately, craving more of the intense pleasure he was giving you. With each powerful thrust, he drove you closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to consume you both.

As you watched Alan lost in pleasure, you couldn't help but marvel at how utterly beautiful he looked in that moment. His eyes closed in ecstasy, his lips parted in a chorus of moans that sent shivers down your spine. God, his baritone voice, usually so controlled and precise, was now a symphony of pleasure, filling the room with a melody that echoed in your ears.

You couldn't resist the overwhelming desire that consumed you as you watched him, your own need for pleasure driving you to touch yourself in a desperate attempt to find release. With one hand teasing your breasts, rolling your hardened nipples between your fingers, and the other slipping between your slick folds, you sought to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body.

Alan's eyes fluttered open to catch you in the act, his gaze darkening with desire as he watched you pleasure yourself while he moved inside you. "Fuck, [Your Name]," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking hot, playing with yourself like that while I'm buried deep inside you."

His words sent a jolt of excitement coursing through you, only intensifying the pleasure building within you. With a wicked grin, you met his gaze head-on, relishing in the power you held over him in that moment.

"You like watching me, Alan?" you teased, your voice dripping with seduction. "Does it turn you on, knowing that you're the one driving me wild with desire? Knowing that I can't get enough of you, even when you're buried deep inside me?"

Alan's breath hitched at your words, his hips stuttering momentarily in their rhythm as he struggled to maintain control. "Fuck, yes," he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "You're so fucking sexy, [Your Name]. I could watch you touch yourself all day, baby."

With renewed determination, you continued to pleasure yourself, your fingers working tirelessly to chase the elusive release that hovered just out of reach. Every stroke, every caress brought you closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatened to consume you entirely.

But just as you felt yourself on the brink of ecstasy, Alan's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone rough with desperation. "Stop," he commanded, his voice thick with need. "I can't... I can't hold back much longer if you keep doing that."

You paused momentarily, torn between the desire to obey his command and the overwhelming need for release that pulsed through your veins. But as you looked into Alan's eyes, dark with desire and pleading with need, you knew that you had to do as he asked.

With a reluctant sigh, you removed your hand from your throbbing center, a whimper of frustration escaping your lips as you denied yourself the pleasure you so desperately craved. But as you watched Alan, his expression contorted in ecstasy, you knew that it was worth it, knowing that you were the one driving him to the brink of climax.

But as Alan's fingers replaced yours, you gasped in surprise at the sudden change, a moan escaping your lips as his thick digits began to work their magic on your sensitive clit. His touch was rough yet gentle, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body as he continued to move inside you with a relentless pace.

You clung to him desperately, your nails digging into his back as you rode the waves of pleasure crashing over you. With each stroke of his fingers, you felt yourself edging closer and closer to the precipice, the intensity of the sensation threatening to overwhelm your senses entirely.

But just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of ecstasy, Alan's voice cut through the haze of pleasure, his tone commanding yet desperate. "Cum for me, [Your Name]," he ordered, his voice thick with need. "I want to feel you cum all over my dick, baby. I want to feel you tremble beneath me as you surrender to the pleasure only I can give you."

His words sent a surge of excitement coursing through you, your body responding eagerly to his command as you clung to him, desperate for release. With a primal growl of desire, you let yourself go, surrendering to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed you entirely.

As you came undone in his arms, waves of ecstasy washing over you in a tidal wave of pleasure, you cried out his name, your voice a symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room. Alan's fingers continued their relentless assault on your clit, driving you higher and higher towards the edge until you were teetering on the brink of oblivion.

And then, with one final thrust of his hips, Alan pushed you over the edge, sending you spiraling into the abyss of ecstasy. Your body convulsed with pleasure as you came apart in his arms, every nerve ending ablaze with the intensity of the sensation coursing through you.

"Fuck, yes," Alan groaned, his voice thick with desire as he felt you tremble beneath him. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Give me everything you've got."

As you rode out the waves of pleasure crashing over you, Alan continued to move inside you with a relentless pace, his own release looming ever closer on the horizon. But just as he felt himself on the brink of climax, he knew that he couldn't hold back any longer.

With a desperate groan of pleasure, Alan pulled out of you, his thick cock glistening with your combined juices as he stroked himself with a feverish urgency.

And as you watched Alan, mesmerized by the sight before you, you couldn't help but feel a surge of desire coursing through your veins. Here was Alan Rickman, the legendary actor and object of your fantasies, pleasuring himself with an urgency that left you breathless. It was like something out of a dream, and yet, here you were, living it.

With each stroke of his hand, Alan's expression twisted in pleasure, his baritone voice filling the room with a chorus of moans that sent shivers down your spine. His hooked nose twitched in arousal, a bead of sweat forming on his brow as he neared the precipice of ecstasy.

And then, with a primal growl of pleasure, Alan finally succumbed to the overwhelming sensation coursing through him, his release painting the sheets in a sticky mess as he groaned in satisfaction. A few errant spurts landed on your thighs, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake as Alan collapsed next to you, his chest heaving with exertion.

You couldn't help but laugh at the sight, the absurdity of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. Here you were, lying naked in bed with Alan Rickman, after an impromptu rehearsal that had taken a decidedly unexpected turn. It was like something out of a cheesy romance novel, and yet, it was undeniably real.

"Well, that was certainly... unexpected," Alan remarked, his voice thick with amusement as he wiped a stray bead of sweat from his brow. "I must say, [Your Name], you certainly know how to keep things interesting."

You chuckled in response, feeling a surge of warmth spreading through your chest at his words. "I aim to please, Al," you replied, your voice laced with mischief. "But I must say, you're not too bad yourself. Who knew you had such hidden talents?"

Alan laughed, the sound rich and melodious as it filled the room. "Oh, I have many talents, my dear," he teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I must say, this is certainly a first for me. Rehearsing an intimate scene with a beautiful actress in a hotel room? It's like something out of a bad porno."

You couldn't help but laugh at the comparison, the absurdity of the situation not lost on you. "Well, we did get a few scenes wrong," you joked back, your voice thick with amusement. "I suppose we'll just have to rehearse them again. Maybe next time we'll get it right."

Alan chuckled in agreement, his laughter mingling with yours in a harmonious symphony of sound. "Yes, perhaps we should," he agreed, his voice warm with affection. "But for now, I think we deserve a little break. What do you say we order some room service and relax for a bit?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling a surge of contentment washing over you at the thought of spending more time with Alan. "That sounds perfect," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "I could use a little downtime after all that... rehearsal."

With a shared smile, the two of you settled back against the pillows, basking in the afterglow of your passionate encounter. As you drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over you, knowing that whatever the future held, you would always have this moment, this connection with Alan Rickman.

[diadianne]

Season 4 Levi Ramble

I realize I have the free will to complain about anything on here so I shall. I don't really know the majority opinion on this, but I was thinking about Levi getting blown up by Zeke. And, I think it was kind of out of character for Levi to do something so damn stupid.

First of all, just what??

I don't really understand the reason why he would put a literal explosive that could kill him near himself for any reason, especially if there was even the smallest possibility that Zeke could cause it to explode.

We've seen Titan shifters heal from the craziest bullshit on the planet... and you want to test those regeneration powers out? All he had to do was keep cutting his limbs... as he was already doing.

I don't believe that Levi was "clouded by emotion" or some bullshit because he has dealt with horrid situations while hanging on to his rational mind. Any major fight of his is an example of this. Kenny vs. Levi, Levi vs. The Female Titan, Levi vs. The Beast Titan.

As he led his assault on the Beast Titan, he knew most of the Scouts would die. Levi still managed to be strategic while being pissed off. He destroyed the arm, cut the eyes, and moved on to immobilizing the Beast Titan by cutting his Achille's heels, which caused collapse. Those aren't just some blind hits. Also, he waited to kill Zeke solely because someone could be saved by the titan serum. So, clearly, he can be rational in these types of scenarios.

The other example would be his fight against the Female Titan. He lost his squad and saw their dead bodies after they were brutalized. He is pissed. Still, he immobilizes her and retrieves Eren without attempting to slaughter her, even after what she did to his squad.

Maybe I need to rewatch or something, but, at this moment, it seems kind of out of character and like he needed to be pushed out of the storyline.

[fantasy-nerdddd]

Recall what Finnick said in Catching Fire: "No one in this arena was a victor by chance. Except maybe Peeta."

Well, unpopular (?) opinion, but that is the furthest from the truth Finnick could be. Finnick meant that Peeta won because of his strategy, not because he killed the rest of the tributes. Basically, Katniss gave both of them the win by killing Cato, and Marvel, and Glimmer, and the girl from 4. And the first time I read the trilogy, I agreed. But now, I understand the nature of The Hunger Games. To survive, you don't need to be exceptionally strong, although strength does matter. It's to present the Capitol with a compelling story. To have a strategy shown at the interviews, so hopefully the audience will want to see that storyline unravel. As long as you keep them interested, you keep yourself alive. Rich people will sponsor you and the Game makers are less likely to make your life a living hell, because they'd be afraid of the backlash. That means, you would only die in a fight. But still, your opponent might be injured, exhausted, starving, dehydrated, weaponless and so on. You still have an edge.

And who used that to his advantage? The weakness of the audience for unique, convincing stories? Peeta. He introduced and sold the idea of the love story. He manipulated everyone, even the Game makers, into believing the story in a largely fake TV show. And yes, it was real for him and arguably Katniss too in some degree, but it doesn't matter. The strategy worked. They got sponsors. Katniss was only caught in the fire so she'd get closer to the Careers, to cause more drama. They didn't intend for her to die. The rules changed for them, for the first time in history. They got to a feast that, unlike the others, had medicine and not just food, just for Peeta to survive and for the story to continue. In the end, the Gamemakers chose for them to live just so they'd have more of the love story. All because Peeta had a god-like strategy. And yes, strength is vital, but Peeta was strong, he survived against Cato while having 5 tracker jacker stings. And yes, Cato was also stung, but Katniss, with 3 tracker jacker stings couldn't even move without someone pushing her to.

Finnick, on the other hand, was just your regular Career. Nothing special, except the talent of making people want to sleep with him. And that is mainly genes. He was objectively attractive, and that was pure luck. That's why he had a ton of sponsors. That's why he got a trident for a gift. Because he was born attractive and girls fell for him. He's the Victor that won by chance. Not the star-crossed lovers. Not a girl pretending to be weak. Not a singer. Not a tribute good with camouflage (the Morphlings from district 6). Not an arrogant resourceful boy that used his surroundings to his advantage. A pretty face. Hey, don't complain I am solely focusing on the Games, not the absolutely disgusting aftermath

Finnick thought that Peeta won by chance because that's what he was taught. Violence means Victory. The more people you kill means Victory. Use the interviews to assert dominance. Not to make people look at you with sympathy. Make them look at you with fear. That's the Careers. One-sided kids trained to be killing machines. But, when someone to root for comes in the picture, this whole thing fails. Because no one wants to see an 18 y/o kill mercilessly when the other option is two teenagers in a battlefield defying all odds and being in love. Bring pride to your district by proving yourself to be the strongest. Not survive by infiltrating and ultimately betraying the alliance you are taught to fear. Get a good score so no one will interrupt you while you hunt the other tributes down. Not play weak until the final six.

The other district's Victors tend to be more memorable. And look at the tributes for the. 75th Hunger Games: The brother and sister. The girl who ripped another tribute's throat out. The two geniuses. The crazy girl (Not Mags; Mags volunteered). The pretty face. The camouflaged. The weakling. And of course, the star-crossed lovers. You can tell them apart. Johanna can easily find nicknames. That's what they want. Storylines to follow, memorability not to forget.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

Edit: Heeyyyy, I might have fucked up a little with my wording on Finnick's paragraph. I am not trying to downgrade pedophilia anon, just saying that he didn't work hard to win the hunger games, and he had it harder after his Games. I was solely focusing on the Games, not the follow up. Also, yes Finnick did use the arena to make nets, but let's be real the nets weren't his biggest advantage a FUCKING TRIDENT was.

[cenorii]

Drunken theory about EYES

Let's get away from game conventions and the fact that Capcom could have trivially forgotten or left something out. I wrote this theory under temperature, so there is a certain level of absurdity present, especially since I dreamed it and that was the reason for writing it. I warned you!

Until there is an official explanation, this article is up to date.

What is this theory about? It's about both Wesker's eyes and PG67A/W. It's about why his eyes change color and what it depends on.

So, let's talk about PG67A/W first. It is not officially known when exactly this serum was created, but I believe it is definitely after 2003. That's when Wesker merged with Tricell, because the syringe has their brand label on it. He needs PG67A/W to «stabilize the force». But what is this «stabilization» really? We don't really know what happens to Wesker without the serum. The game says that he loses strength without it and so he needs the serum to stabilize his body, but I have a different opinion, which I'll tell you in a moment.

Between 1998 and 2003, Wesker is unable to use PG67A/W because it has not yet been invented. However, the powers he gained from the virus have not left him during these 5 years, he is far beyond a normal human. While fighting Sergei and his Ivans in 2003 (Umbrella Chronicles) he displayed his standard set of abilities. The only thing he lacked was speed, the same speed in re5.

We conclude that he only needs PG67A/W to have speed. It was speed and reaction that he «lost» when Chris and Sheva injected him with an overdose of PG67A/W in re5. However, the strength remained the same, thanks to it, he punched the rocket with Uroboros with his arm.

In fact, if you give him an extra dose of PG67A/W, he doesn't lose any of his abilities, including his speed. Wesker's body is only overloaded, which causes a severe headache as his body tries to cope with the strain. His powers then increase even more, causing them to become difficult to control. When Chris injected him with an extra dose again, his strength became not just difficult, but impossible to control, and he gave up speed altogether, because it was trivially useless.

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Now that we've dealt with how the serum works, let's talk about the abnormality of his eyes. Wesker's eye color is closely related to his ability status. I'll go into detail in a moment.

To make it easier to understand what I'm talking about, we need to trace the entire history of the change. In the fandom, it is commonly believed that his eyes were originally blue, and after the virus injection, they became permanently red-orange. But what if I told you that they change color all the time?

Re1 it's simple - blue. This is the very beginning of the story, so this color is taken as the standard color.

Then the Umbrella Chronicles plot happens, where his eyes changed color for the first time (in the timeline of the story).

The red glow is something similar to re5, however it momentarily goes out, returning his eyes to a blue color, but why? It's really unclear why they're still blue here if the game was released in 2007, long after Code Veronica (2000), in which his eyes were redesigned long ago.

Is the old color persisting not because of Capcoms inattention, but because of canonical processes in his body? The eyes can't instantly change their appearance and need time to fully mutate? We'll come back to that.

Ibid, in Umbrella Chronicles, his eyes are no longer blue in the official material.

Wesker then appears in Code Veronica and there his eyes have the familiar orange look for the first time (according to the games release chronology), like on official Umbrella Chronicles materials.

Given that the events here take place in 1998, like re1, one can really assume that Wesker needed some time to mutate fully.

In 2002, Wesker appears in Operation Javier (Darkside Chronicles, 2009), his eyes blue again.

In 2003, one of the storylines of Umbrella Chronicles and Prelude to the Fall, his eyes came back to design from Code Veronica.

In 2005, when re4 released his eyes are blue again. I could say that this was allowed by accident, when Wesker's model, from the re1 remake, Capcom simply forgot to change the eye color. But that theory is ruined by one small fact... the remake.

In the re4 remake, his eyes aren't orange either (actually they are orange, but human).

They're not blue, of course, but different from Code Veronica, suggesting that his eyes probably do lose their inhuman appearance over time, slowly turning into normal eyes. In Code Veronica, they're orange because Wesker is at the peak of his powers, but over time he weakens, his eyes change, and he needs PG67A/W to get things back to the way they were, only with bonuses like reaction and speed.

And by the way, in the concepts for re5 there's a shot where Wesker's eyes regain their blue color. If even at the stage of game development Capcom thought about this feature, when the developers already had several games where his eye color varied, then it can be considered a canonical feature. We take into account not only this concept, which was not included in the game, but also the eye from the remake of re4, which does not look like Code Veronica or re5 at all.

In standard form, after taking PG67A/W and\or at the peak of his powers, Wesker's eyes look like this. Essentially identical to Code Veronica, it just looks better due to the graphics.

My conclusion: the color of his eyes directly shows the state of strength. Weakened body - first the pupil changes, becoming round again, and then the color already changes, gradually «dimming» in approaching the original (blue) color. After taking the serum - red or orange color with a narrow pupil. The blue color could mean complete weakness, but judging by re4r, he doesn't drive himself to that extreme state, so it's unlikely Capcom will ever show such a thing again. The only time his mutated eyes have been blue canonically is Umbrella Chronicles, but there it's due (presumably) to the mutation not being completed yet, and also in Darkside Chronicles.

Yes, I actually had a dream that I was writing this theory, but I had to do some brainstorming to turn it into something readable, as well as gather material. Don't take it too seriously.

[50calmadeuce]

Ch. 46: Dorian's Last Questioning

Warning: Mention of miscarriage. Some chapters have sex.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You watched as Dorian hesitated but eventually rose from his seat, walking to the witness stand with an air of reluctance. The bailiff reminded him that he was still under oath, and Dorian adjusted himself in the stand, visibly uncomfortable.

You could see his jaw tighten as he glanced toward Dunby, clearly anticipating a difficult line of questioning.

Dunby approached the stand with calm but deliberate steps. "Dr. Stryker, I want to ask you about the day you brought Dr. Seresin to your property. You testified previously that you had no intention of causing her harm, but we've seen evidence of forged documents and coercion. So tell us, why did you go to such lengths to control her?"

Dorian's face darkened, his usual mask of composure cracking slightly. "I did what I had to. She… she didn't understand and I had to show her."

"Show her what, exactly?" Dunby pressed, his tone sharp and unyielding.

Dorian turned and looked at you. "I had to show her how pathetic and worthless her husband was and that I was better."

A chill ran down your spine as Dorian's words hung in the air, his gaze fixed intensely on you. Dunby’s face hardened as he turned back to him.

"So," Dunby began, his voice low but firm, "you wanted to prove your superiority by tearing down her husband in her eyes? And you believed this would win her over?"

Dorian’s expression twisted, his desperation evident. "Yes," he admitted, voice laced with bitterness. "She was blinded by her loyalty to him. If she could see him for what he truly was, she'd realize who really cared for her, who was better for her."

Dunby took a step closer, his tone laced with restrained anger. "So you thought tearing down everything she valued would somehow bring her closer to you? That by forcing her into isolation and fear, she’d turn to you with gratitude?"

Dorian’s jaw clenched, his hands gripping the edge of the stand. "I was only showing her the truth. I gave her everything—guidance, support—and she threw it away for him."

Dunby paused, letting the courtroom settle into tense silence. He looked at the jury, then back at Dorian. "Dr. Stryker, you didn't offer support or guidance. What you offered was control, manipulation, and fear. Love doesn’t shatter someone’s sense of safety, nor does it demand they sacrifice their freedom. What you did wasn’t about her at all—it was about you, and the control you never deserved." He paused and looked at Dorian. "You heard the testimony from Dr. Seresin's husband. He admitted he screwed up, but he never stopped loving Dr. Seresin just as much as she loved him."

Dorian's face tightened, but he didn’t respond, his gaze flickering away for the first time. Dunby seized the moment, letting the silence settle before continuing.

"And despite all that’s happened, Dr. Seresin chose to stand by her husband and work through their challenges. Love isn’t about proving superiority, Dr. Stryker. It’s about respect, commitment, and—most importantly—trust." Dunby glanced at you briefly, then back at Dorian. "Something that, unfortunately, seems to have been lost on you." Dunby walked closer to the witness stand. "Do you understand that you had to drug Dr. Seresin to get the attention her and her husband give each other every day even though he's thousands of miles away?"

Dorian shifted uncomfortably, his jaw clenched tightly. He avoided meeting Dunby’s eyes, his expression clouded with frustration.

Dunby waited for a response, then continued, "Dr. Stryker, that kind of devotion can't be forced, manipulated, or manufactured with deceit. It’s earned, with honesty and genuine connection. You tried to replace something that could never be yours by taking it, and in doing so, you violated the trust of a good person."

"She gave me all of that while he was away the first time," Dorian said, his tone cold but nostalgic. "We worked perfectly together, gathering the data, writing the book. We were one." He turned, his eyes locking onto yours with a dark, unsettling glint. "We should still be one."

A chill spread through the courtroom as Dorian’s words filled the air. His gaze held a disturbing intensity, and you could feel the weight of his fixation bearing down on you.

Dunby stepped in closer, blocking Dorian's line of sight to you. "And yet, Dr. Stryker, even in all your work together, she never stopped loving her husband. That bond they share is unbreakable—and despite everything you've done, it remains that way."

Dorian scoffed, his gaze shifting back to Dunby. "She doesn’t understand. None of you do. We were perfect—until he came back into the picture."

Dunby shook his head, glancing at the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen, this isn’t love; this is possession. Dr. Stryker manipulated, deceived, and isolated her to satisfy his own needs, disregarding her freedom, her marriage, and her autonomy. The evidence is clear. This is a case of obsession masked as affection, a man willing to go to any length to control the one person who never belonged to him in the first place." Dunby turned to the Judge. "No more questions, Your Honor."

The Judge turned to Dorian's attorney. "Mr. Rowe?"

Attorney Rowe stood up, adjusting his dress coat as he did. "No questions, Your Honor."

The judge turned to Dorian. "Dr. Stryker, you may return to your seat." Straightening, he addressed the court, his voice carrying authority. "We’ll take a fifteen-minute recess before reconvening for closing arguments." With a firm strike of the gavel, he signaled the break, and a low murmur filled the room as people began moving about.

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[hermit-house]

I got bored and asked ChatGPT to describe the possible plot of Season 5 and wrap up the character arcs as if the Duffers were doing it. And to pay special attention to Mike and Will's "friendship".

And, holy shit, you have to read this! I laughed and screamed 👏😎

ChatGPT 👇

Creating the fifth season of Stranger Things is a challenging task, given the rich characters and plot lines accumulated over four seasons. Here's a possible plan that could logically conclude the main character arcs, in the style of the Duffer Brothers.

Main Concept of the Season:

Theme: The consequences of growing up, accepting one's identity, saying goodbye to the past, and the final battle for Hawkins.

Storylines and Character Arcs:

Will’s Return and Revelation of His True Nature:

At the end of Season 4, we see that Will still feels a connection to the Upside Down and Vecna. In Season 5, this connection becomes more intense, and Will starts seeing events occurring in the Upside Down, leading to troubling visions of an impending cataclysm.

Will realizes that his connection to the Upside Down is the key to defeating Vecna, but to do so, he must fully embrace this connection. This leads to an inner conflict: he fears becoming a puppet of the monster again but understands that without his involvement, they cannot win.

In the process, Will also continues to struggle with the realization of his sexual orientation and his feelings for Mike. These feelings cause him anxiety, especially considering that Mike is still connected to Eleven.

Gradually, through conversations with other characters, like Robin, Will finds the courage to confess his feelings to Mike, though he fears it might ruin their friendship.

Mike and the Conflict of Growing Up:

Mike faces the conflict between his childhood and the need to grow up. He feels that they are all drifting apart and tries to keep the group together.

His relationship with Eleven goes through trials. Ultimately, Mike realizes that his love for Eleven was an important part of his life, but their relationship can no longer remain the same. While he deeply cares for her, he begins to understand that their bond is more sibling-like than romantic.

At the same time, through a series of conversations and shared experiences, Mike starts to notice that his feelings for Will are more complicated than he thought. He realizes that Will has always been more important to him than he admitted, and that their friendship was always based on a deep emotional connection.

Mike becomes a pillar for Will, realizing that his role in this story is to be the one who unites the team and supports those in need.

Eleven and the Final Showdown:

Eleven continues to develop her powers, realizing that the key to defeating Vecna lies in uniting all her memories and experiences. She finds a way to use her pain and trauma to strengthen her abilities.

Eleven also helps Will confront his fears, and together they find a way to use his connection to the Upside Down as a weapon against Vecna.

In the final episode, Eleven and Vecna face off in a decisive battle, in which all the main characters participate. At the moment when victory seems impossible, Will and Eleven combine their powers to deliver the final blow.

Max, Lucas, and Saving Hawkins:

Max remains in a coma after the events of Season 4, but her consciousness is trapped in the Upside Down. Lucas and the other friends search for a way to bring her back, seeking help from new allies and old enemies.

Eventually, they find a way to enter the Upside Down and free Max, which becomes an important step toward defeating Vecna.

The Final Battle and Aftermath:

The final battle takes place in Hawkins itself, where the worlds of reality and the Upside Down begin to merge, threatening to destroy the town.

Each of the heroes contributes to the victory: Dustin, Lucas, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, and others find their own ways to help in the fight. Each character's role will highlight the importance of their individual qualities and their unity as a team.

The finale shows that they can defeat Vecna, but it requires sacrifices. Perhaps one of the key characters (like Hopper or Joyce) sacrifices themselves to save the others.

Epilogue and Closing of the Arcs:

After the victory, Hawkins returns to normal life, but the heroes realize that their childhood is definitively over.

Will and Mike begin to explore their new relationship. They decide to take it slow, understanding that their journey is just beginning and that they need time to sort out their feelings.

Eleven and the other heroes begin a new life, leaving the past behind but with the assurance that their friendship and shared experiences will always stay with them.

At the end of the season, the audience sees the heroes going their separate ways but remaining close friends despite all the changes.

Conclusion:

Season 5 will be the culmination of the entire story that began in a small town and turned into an epic battle for the world. The heroes will face the consequences of their actions, complete their internal arcs, and take on new roles in life, leaving behind their childhood and past fears.

[antianakin]

If YOU were to write The Acolyte, what would you do?

This question assumes I'd write a Sith-centric story if given the opportunity to write for Star Wars at any point, but personally I just wouldn't write a Sith story. I don't find the Sith interesting beyond what they represent in the larger cosmic themes of the franchise. I'm generally not invested in any of the Sith characters ever (aside from occasionally finding Palpatine amusing, which isn't enough to write a whole show around).

This is also a difficult question to answer without having SEEN the show in order to really delve into the pieces of it that I think could be re-worked into a better show and the pieces that would have to go no matter what. Given that Headland's ENTIRE PREMISE for this show is "where did the Jedi go wrong to make them become the Prequels Jedi", I'm inclined to just scrap the whole thing. Get rid of all of it, every single character, every plot beat, everything.

So what I'll answer instead is: What would I prefer to see out of any generic Sith-centric show?

Personally, I think anyone making a Sith-centric story NEEDS to actually understand the central theme of Lucas's Star Wars better than Headland does. I think anyone making a Sith-centric story cannot see the Sith as "underdogs" and the Jedi as "the institution." The Sith are still the VILLAINS and the Jedi the HEROES. Even if the Sith are the protagonists of the story (and the Jedi antagonists by necessity), it should still be VERY VERY FUCKING CLEAR that the Sith are unquestionably selfish, greedy, awful people and that the Jedi are entirely correct to oppose them. This obviously makes it a LOT harder to root for your protagonists or to relate to them or whatever. It's a much more complicated storyline to try to tell than what Headland is actually going for in her show. Personally, given what we know of Headland, I don't think she's capable of the kind of nuance a Sith story should require.

Any Sith story should be crystal fucking clear that Sith CHOOSE to be this way. They CHOOSE this life. And that they could choose to do OTHERWISE if they wanted to.

Ideally, a Sith story would understand that balance means recognizing your own darkness in order to choose to reject it and control your own behavior so that you don't cause pain and misery to other people. Balance means accepting that darkness exists and choosing to be compassionate and selfless ANYWAY. Without this understanding of what balance means, any Star Wars story is doomed to failure.

So yeah, I think the Acolyte misunderstood so many things that are crucial to telling a good Star Wars story and so therefore it just fails entirely at being a Star Wars story at all. It may have been more successful as an original sci-fi story than a Star Wars story, and I'm getting really tired of Star Wars stories that clearly should've been an original sci-fi story instead.

[briebysabs]

Okay I wanna talk about woosan in the ateez canon lore for a minute because they’re actually insane. Like sure, they’re a popular pairing so it’s natural to have them be the classic duo in MVs. But they’ve done it so many times that it has to be more than fanservice at this point.

For instance, the ending to Eternal Sunshine where Woo runs and takes San’s hand as they float mid-air. What was the purpose this has still not been explained. A theory I heard was that Eternal Sunshine is a collective dream Ateez is having but still. I get they were really pushing woosan in 2021 but I squinted my eyes, it’s sus to me.

I’ve heard the theory too that WY from Halateez might be a traitor. I think it stemmed from the Hala Hala video where he’s left standing with blood on his mouth, everyone else fallen. Sick ass shot btw but they did defeat the Z-world government in Crazy Form (though idk if that was Halateez or A-world Ateez). So I feel like if he was it would’ve been revealed by now but it’s still a possibility.

I’ve also heard that canon woosan (before anyone yells I said canon not irl) are an implied couple and that’s the subtle nodding to standing up against an oppressive government and Ateez’s whole themes surrounding freedom. Could be true but that’s also putting a lot of faith into a kpop company being progressive enough to integrate that into their storyline.

There is what woosan said at a fansign about their characters in bouncy:

I understand that they’re the Black Pirates in disguise but if WY was ever a traitor, his lack of caring what happens to San would make sense. What makes the angst is that San wholeheartedly trusts in WY here. But my personal theory that I have is at some point, one version of woosan is going to sacrifice themself for the other. Now, it is a leap to say Ateez would kill off a member in their storyline because it could upset some fans. But they can get away with it regardless if it’s permanent or temporary because they have multiple versions of themselves in their lore. So nobody is 100% gone forever but it’ll still be a loss.

And preferably I want it to be WY if it ever happens. Here’s why: idk about Z-world WY but A-world WY’s biggest obstacle or regret was being too late, lacking confidence, being uncertain and missing his chance. While San wanted stability and was tired of his life constantly changing, thus losing friends. So think about it.

If WY died for San, he overcame his wall. He took a chance, he didn’t miss it and would regret nothing bc he couldn’t lose San. While San now lost his best friend forever, the biggest change of his life. And I do know that their backstories in A-world are somewhat reflective of themselves irl. And WY has been described as really the glue that holds the team together, that they wouldn’t be as close as they are without him. Not that losing any other member wouldn’t be heartbreaking but like….if WY died in canon I feel like even the staff would be crying behind the camera y’know what I mean?

And San can go full “I gotta save him, I can’t lose another friend he means too much to me”. It’ll work bc even if you’ve only watched the MVs without knowing anything else about woosan, you know what San means bc you usually see them paired in the songs. So he may use the Cromer (if they still have it) to time travel somehow which will be bringing us to another dilemma because Yunho’s brother has been dead. And I’m pretty sure in one of the diaries they went back in time for some reason, Yunho saw this opportunity and tried to save him from the accident that killed him but it still happened anyway. So there’s 1. Yunho’s like hey San I love WY too but why should we save him and not my brother? Then 2. Yunho going uh I tried doing this before and it didn’t work and I had to relive my brother dying so San don’t do this. And then San just doesn’t listen so it causes a rift within the group.

I feel like this would also give an excuse to keep the story going because the revolution is over. I think the main thing that caused me some fear about this comeback was Mingi going on a podcast saying how 2024 was really their year and they want to end it with a grand finale. Terrifying words, I think the incoming comeback is gonna be lore and it’s gonna be big. Doesn’t need to be woosan-related, probably isn’t but it just spawned my inner worm thoughts of their place in the lore.

[moonlit-imagines]

Rekindled

Dick Grayson x Kyle!reader

warnings: guns/violence, death, brutality. like, the typical arkham game themes. not graphic, tho!! mostly mentions

a/n: this sorta takes place in the arkham knight storyline but you really dont have to know anything about that game to read this, i wanted to give enough detail bc i liked this idea and the arkham game fandom is under appreciated. also lowkey y/n is based on an oc but almost all my y/n’s are <3

prompt:

Gotham was on fire. You were dumb enough to stay behind. Selina had been MIA for longer than you were used to, and every effort of contact was futile. Last time this happened, she had been arrested and thrown into Arkham City, so it was needless to say that you were a bit worried.

Last thing she told you was that a “pretty worthless supervillain” needed her help with something, but she left it at that. Yeah, she had a habit of making herself scarce, but she was your only family and you two always kept in touch. And now that the evacuation was in effect, you felt even more uneasy.

You pulled on your suit, black leather and spandex hugging your body tighter as you zipped up. Pulled your gloves on, claws and all. Clicked the belt around your waist, equipping your small set of weapons and utilities. The headpiece was pretty simple, just some silly cat ears to match your aunt’s, along with the goggles for good measure.

Gotham was more dangerous than you’d ever seen, only delinquents like yourself roamed the streets. Except, they didn’t carry a code like you. Scarecrow caused a panic, this “Arkham Knight” had a personal vendetta to fill, the city was on its knees. Tanks were starting to load onto the islands, troops taking over buildings, and riots overwhelmed what little protection was left here. You knew a few places to go, but your best bet was the movie studios.

Panessa, Batman’s secret base with the Wayne name slapped right on the outside, it always made you smile when you saw it. You were hoping to find an ally inside, maybe someone who could help you find Aunt Selina.

And you may be thinking you’d just sneak inside like a lovely little cat burglar would, but why not try the front door. “Stray.” You spoke into the voice box and chuckled as the doors opened for you. “It’s like they were waiting for me to crawl on back.” You stepped inside and into the elevator and poked the down button, trusting the rickety old elevator to deliver you safely to the lower level.

When you stepped out, there was only one familiar face that wasn’t behind a pane of glass. Didn’t know Batman kept prisoners. “Y/N?” Robin asked from across the room, setting down his tablet to meet you halfway. “What the hell are you still doing in Gotham?”

“Selina’s missing and I didn’t want to leave without her. What’s…all this?” You motioned at the containment cells, starting to understand why there were prisoners when you noticed their Joker-esque features. The lot began to make trouble, beginning to harass and poke fun the same way that clown would.

“Ignore them. I’ll call Batman.” Tim told you. “Make yourself comfortable, I guess. You already broke in.”

“Broke in?” You scoffed. “I used the door, actually. Still have my little voice thing activated. I just had to say my name and I walked in. Kind of rude to assume I just break in just because I happen to be a burglar from time to time.” You ranted and heard a chuckle from Robin just before Batman answered his call.

“He wants to talk to you.” Tim called you over, holding out his arm in an awkward way to you could talk to Bruce.

“Tell me everything, y/n.” Batman instructed.

“Hey, good to see you, too. Uhh, yeah, so Lina said she was hired by some loser supervillain to steal something they needed. That was basically all she told me before she left, been a few days. Can’t get ahold of her.” You explained, looking over at Tim and shrugging. “She considers most of the so-called ‘supervillains’ of Gotham ‘losers,’ though, so it doesn’t really narrow it down.”

“Okay. Stay at the movie studios. I’ll look into it.” Batman hung up just like that and you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, I’m not allowed to leave either. This…” Robin motioned to the Joker lookalikes, “is what Joker left behind in his death. All that infected blood from Arkham City, it wasn’t all caught, and I have to find a cure.” Robin went back to his tablet and you sat on a nearby chair. “Catwoman tell you much about the City?”

“Only that it was a shithole and Two-Face is a loser.” You started scrolling through the computer before you, reading little lab notes here and there. “How’s Oracle?”

“She’s in the city, of course. Refused to evac, wanted to help, but no one expected anything less.” Robin noticed you snooping, but let you continue. “Nightwing’s okay, too.” Your eyes peeked to the side and your brows raised. “Well, not really. Ego’s bruised since Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy kicked his ass the other night.” You laughed out loud, quite amused by the news.

“Good, he probably needed it.” You leaned back in the chair. “You know, I could probably help out there.”

“I already tried, Batman said to stay here.” Tim sighed.

“I don’t work for Batman. Maybe I wanna go kick some ass and try to find my aunt.” You explained, only half-jokingly. If was only seconds after that projections of the Riddler showed up all over Gotham. “Oh, brother. Not this guy.” You groaned, watching Nygma go on about his plan until Catwoman appeared on screen, causing you to bolt up and out of your chair. You would have run for it now if not for his explicitly telling you to stay away.

“Oh, and Stray, dear? Keep away, please. This is for Batman and Batman only, and if you get too close I might just…oh, well, you know.” Riddler chuckled at the insinuation that he’d detonate the bomb around Selina’s neck. Robin looked to you, noticing you were completely flush as you watched the broadcast.

“Y/N, he’s won’t let Nygma do anything to her. Try to stay calm.” Tim tried to snap you out of it, which only caused you to transition from fear to rage, jumping up from the chair and pacing around to keep from hitting him.

“Just…shut up, T—Robin. Shut up.” Your claws were drawn and you were steadying your breathing before things got ugly for everyone. More taunts were thrown at you from the Joker-infected and you needed to get the hell out of here, so you headed for the elevator.

“Wait, hey! Y/N, you can’t go out there, it’s not safe.” Robin jogged up beside you, but you ignored him. “You can’t save her right now, Riddler is obsessed with besting Batman. You can’t interfere or it’s over.” You stepped into the elevator and just as you were about to press the button, “Dick is in the city.” You paused.

“Why do I care?” You rolled your eyes and watched Robin pull a wrist communicator from his belt.

“You care.” He handed you the comm. “You can call any of us with that. We have our locations on, too. Keep in touch.”

“Where is he?” You sheepishly asked, looking down at your boots. You knew Tim had a stupid, told-you-so smirk on his face.

“Near the docks, he’s working on something. He’ll probably need your help.” Your eyes sort of lit up when you heard that, but you quickly took yourself back to reality knowing Tim was just trying to make sure you weren’t alone out there. For Dick’s sake.

You were still considered apart pf the family, even if Selina and Bruce weren’t a thing at the moment and you and Dick had gone your separate ways. You still caught yourself thinking about Dick Grayson often, wondering what could have been, what you would have done differently, why you guys even chose to leave. Sometimes it made sense, sometimes you struggled not to pick up the phone.

But now you stood on the rooftop of Panessa Studios, looking out to a city in ruins. A city in need of saving. As much as you respected Bruce, there’s no way you believed he could do this all alone. And if he was going to save your aunt, maybe you should lend a helping hand in the meantime. You fiddled with the device on your wrist, trying to get the hang of the new model communicator until you found Nightwing’s contact programmed in. Clicking the button made your stomach drop, you froze up as the line rang.

This comm was given to you, but wasn’t updated in the system as yours, so Nightwing answered the message from Batcom #1 and was shocked to see your beautiful face waiting for his answer. “Y/N! Are you…are you still in Gotham?” Dick’s calling of your name was embarrassingly high-pitched, but he recovered it upon his question. “Please tell me you’re not here.”

“Dick, I’m wearing cat ears and my aunt is being held hostage at the moment, of course I’m here.” You sarcastically answered, just like he remembered. “Tim gave me this thing, said I could go help out if I wanted. Just have to stay away from Riddler stuff for the night.” You explained, showing the Panessa Studios sign in the background.

“Yeah?” You could see Dick’s smile, like he and Tim knew exactly how to plan and you just wouldn’t figure it out. But despite this cold, brutal night, you felt all warm and fuzzy inside when that smirk grew on his face, you knew he was happy to have this opportunity. “I kind of need a partner for what I’ve got going on, Penguin’s doing something shady down by the docks. Wanna join me?”

“I could get behind that.” He sensed a bit of flirtation in your voice. “Meet you there?”

“I’m already here, why don’t I meet you in the middle? It’s really bad out here…” Dick rubbed the back of his neck nervously, thinking he’d come on too strong.

“You’re worried about me?” You chuckled and he told himself his suspicions were true. “How sweet.” You began walking to the edge of the roof, beginning to plot your path to avoid any psychopaths that may try to murder or kidnap you. “It’s not that far, I’ll be fine.” You hung up on him and he took a deep breath. Seeing his ex, probably his first love, after a long, long hiatus, it probably freaked him out more that Gotham’s takeover right now.

You barely felt the nerves he did, you knew you had a certain power over him. Not that you’d like to use it, not like you used to. Getting away with petty little crimes with your charm until you finally gave him a chance, let him show you the other side of things. Betraying that trust would put you down the wrong path once again.

Dick waited patiently for you, staring at the rooftops you may travel across to try and spot you, completing ignoring the smoke and flames from below. Running into trouble up there wouldn’t be much of a problem, everyone was busy robbing stores and shooting each other on the ground. You’d heard about some freaky bodies strung up on rooftops, some more Riddler shenanigans hidden around the place. Honestly, it didn’t surprise you much. This was Gotham City, where anything could happen.

Soon you found yourself just a few more steps from your past. You and Nightwing, both masked, stood across from each other with only a gap between buildings between you. With a graceful leap, you swung above the road and landed right beside the vigilante, who was a bit too stunned to speak, but he was the famed Dick Grayson…he doesn’t stay quiet for long. “Nice landing.” His smooth voice made you smirk involuntarily.

“Hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” You rolled your whip up and clipped it back to your belt.

“Eh, you did…but I’m willing to forgive and forget.” He quipped in his nonchalant tone, same boy you’ve always known. “Bat bossing you around?”

“Yeah, he wanted me to stay at that run-down movie studio. I really wasn’t about it.” You sighed, looking down at the arms deal below. “But I guess you know the feeling a lot better than me. I never really listened to the guy, you know?”

“Oh, I know.” Nightwing chuckled, kneeling down by the ledge. “You’re my inspiration for breaking away. Always giving Bruce shit, not taking him seriously. He hated it.”

“Hated me?” You asked him, wide-eyed.

“Actually, I think it was the reason he liked you so much back then. Usually people see him as like, an authority figure.” Nightwing explained, still observing the Penguin goons below. “And the people who didn’t listen were usually still a little afraid of him. But you were just that ‘kid’ who never quite listened and didn’t quite care.” You chuckled at some old memories that came back to you with his words. Memories of awkward patrols and first encounters with Batman and the first Robin. You and him were so young back then. So young and so hopeless.

“So you’re saying he approved of me?” You teased with a taunting smirk and poked Nightwing in the arm, causing him to scoff and roll his eyes. “Oh, yeah, the big bad Batman approved of the poor little street cat.”

“Well, as close to approval as possible. He is still a hardass.” Nightwing realized in that moment how easy it was to fall into your old ways. No awkwardness, just two people who have a bond you can’t break with time. “So, uh, these guys down here.”

“Righttt, the Penguin guys. North Refrigeration, huh? Man, you’d think Oz wouldn’t be so predictable.” You remarked as a car sped past you on the street behind, shooting an automatic rifle into the sky, but you paid little mind to it. “Remember the Iceberg Lounge? He must really like the cold.”

“He’s definitely got a gimmick.”

“Don’t we all?” You pointed to the cat ears on your headpiece and you both burst into quiet chuckles. “Are we gonna go down there or what, Dickie?” Your nickname for him made his heart flutter.

“Bruce wanted me to wait, he’s got a plan.” Nightwing sighed. “I’m only listening now because of how insane it is tonight, but I wish he’d let us handle it ourselves. He needs a break.”

“I think we all do.” You crossed your legs on the concrete rooftop and wrapped your arms around them, looking past the illegal activities below and over at the city skyline across the water. “If we all make it out of here alive, I think it’s time I leave Gotham.” You stared in silence for a few moments, pretending not to realize Dick staring at your profile. “Wanna do my thing and not listen to Bruce?” You snapped out of it and raised your eyebrows in a playful way. “You can’t say no, it’s not in my nature to listen to big strong men.”

“You wanna go bother these guys down here? They’re just doing their jobs.” He joked, getting up to play your game.

“Oh, well that’s too bad.” You shrugged, nearing the edge of the roof. “Maybe I just wanna say ‘hi.’”

“Oh, well if that’s all you wanna do.” Nightwing stood beside you and you both took a quick leap from the building to the ground, startling the group of thugs and interrupting their very important work.

“Shit! Catwoman?” One of the thugs asked before getting punched in the gut by yourself.

“Hah, he deserved that! Rest of us know who you are, Ronnie’s just a dumbass.” Another thug assured you before Nightwing shocked him with an escrima stick. You both took turns knocking around these cronies until all of them were laid out across the ground, only ones left were hiding inside of the van beside you.

“That was fun.” Nightwing nudged you with his elbow as you walked side by side to the back of this van. “We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

“How about when we find their hideout?” You suggested, knocking on the van doors. They flung open and were shocked to see two vigilantes waiting for them, then desperately drove off just as you’d planned. Nightwing grabbed you by the waist, pulled you close, and used his grapple gun to bring you both back the the rooftops so you could easily follow the van without being spotted. It was a bit off-guard, being pulled in like that, but you didn’t mind at all.

After some time and a bit of flirty remarks here and there, you both made it to the Penguin’s hideout. “You sure you’re in? There’s a lot of people in there, we can still wait for Bruce.”

“Come on, Dickie. It’s nothing we haven’t done before.” You tilted your head to have him come along with you and led him to an unconventional entrance. “It’s gonna be tons of fun, you’ll see.” You opened the rooftop vent and slid down first, crawling beneath the floor and estimating how many men you’d be going up against with your infrared goggles. Probably twenty or so, but you and Dick had trained together for a long time, it would all come back to you in an instant—you hoped.

The both of you popped out from the shadows and immediately started beating on these criminals, watching them all scramble to figure out how to react. “Told you, fun!” You called out to Dick, tossing a pair of bolas at a goon’s legs causing him to trip right into Nightwing’s roundhouse.

“Never doubted you for a moment!” Nightwing answered, pushing another thug your way so you could catch his arm with your whip, pulling his fist into his face. “Ouch! Why’d you do that, man?” Nightwing punched your victim once again. “Starting to think you like getting hurt.” The two of you continued throwing punches in sunch a calculated, synchronized way, catching a few as well. Once a thug managed to land a punch to your face, Nightwing was right to the rescue. “You okay?”

“Never better, baby.” You held your cheek and he worried you’d got a concussion for a moment before realizing you called everyone “baby.” Dazed, he also caught a punch to the back, knocking the final thug down with only his elbow. “That was it? That wasn’t even a challenge, that was a warm-up.” You told Dick, who was still kind of staring at you. “Hey, I told you I’m fine, don’t worry.” You smiled.

“It’s not that.” Dick chuckled. “It’s just, I’m thinking about what you said earlier.”

“What’d I say?” You kicked a guy’s arm away from your foot, wondering what Dick meant.

“About leaving Gotham…I’ve got an extra room at my place.” Dick shamelessly offered, but you could hear the nervousness in his voice.

“An extra room? Did you move apartments?” You raised a brow and saw his cheeks turn red under his mask.

“Uh, well…no.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his gloved hand. “I have extra room in my bed, though…if you’re down.” You stared at him, shocked and expressionless. Not many people could do that to you. “I don’t want to put you on the spot, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. I don’t expect anything out of you, but y/n, I want you in my life again.”

“…What?” You quietly answered him, still dumbfounded by the sudden proposal. You absolutely loved seeing him tonight, and you loved fighting beside him, and you loved him. It was like everything was coming back together.

“I left Gotham, I left everything behind. I left you behind. And I know that was both of our decisions, but if you’d just leave Gotham with me tonight, after all of this is over, I’d like to start over with you however you’d like.” Dick and you stood below these dim string lights in this criminal base surrounded by beaten foes, piles of money, and loads of firearms. A hell of a place for a romantic speech like this. “I just realized how much I was missing without you. And all the dangers of tonight, and you and I getting stuck here. I don’t want to be apart again, y/n.” He confessed to you.

You both quietly stood there a moment, not knowing what to do. You were still sweating from the fighting that had concluded a few minutes ago. Still breathing heavy with a fast heartbeat, but now for a new reason.

You said it yourself, you wanted to leave. Tonight solidified that decision. And Selina would understand. You were a Stray, you went where it was good for you, and maybe Blüdhaven would be good for you. It wasn’t on fire nearly as much, didn’t have as many supervillains, wouldn’t give you a target on your back.

And it had him.

And he was offering you everything.

And without another thought, you took a few paces forward into his arms and pulled his face in for a deep kiss, hands carefully cupping his cheeks as not to scratch them. Dick was surprised at first, but couldn’t resist what he’d been wanting since he left for Blüdhaven. He wrapped his arms around your waist and slowly kissed you back, the passion was still there. Both of you felt it.

You pulled away slightly and gazed into his eyes, both smiling stupidly from the kiss. “Does this mean you’ll come with me? Please say it does.”

“Yeah, Dickie, I’ll come with.”

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[chronicbeans]

Hazbin Rewrite - Lucifer

I find that the show, itself, doesn't necessarily handle the conflict between him and Charlie as well as it should've. I don't mean it being rushed, either, as the problem seems to run deeper than that. He's not really a bad father, just bad at communication, yet they call it daddy issues? I also feel it could've handled Lucifer as a character better in a lot of ways to make him more recognizable as Lucifer and not just "another tragic character", while still keeping that idea of tragedy in there. However, he's meant to be sympathetic but still despicable enough for you not to care.

TW: Lucifer is both Slightly Sympathetic and Objectively a Bad Person, Neglectful Parenting, Lucifer Despises Charlie

To understand some aspects of this character, I'd like to explain a concept I have with angels in my storyline. Angels follow God's words, so many believe they know what is right and wrong, despite them not knowing it. They don't have the innate knowledge of good and evil that Adam, Eve, and Lilith have from the forbidden fruit. They can gain such knowledge by seeing evil and being able to know it as evil on their own, without God's input, this unlocking the ability of innate knowledge. However, that is a very rare occurrence for angels, because they fear that God might see them as tainted if they do learn such things.

So, the angels choose to follow God because they love Him, but when it comes to what is good and evil, they follow His words on what to do to avoid it instead of having an innate knowledge of it like humans now do. God is afraid of His angels becoming like humans because He doesn't want them to knowingly wrong one another. However, if they were to ever learn such knowledge, He would still love them all the same. He just wants to avoid the negative possibilities that could arise from it. The same went for the original humans, as He wanted them to be simple, eternally happy creatures. He loves joy, seeing joy, and creating joy.

In comes Lucifer. He loves God, only to grow a distaste for Him over time. This is because he began to see himself as higher than God and began feeling jealous of humans due to him perceiving God as loving them more than angels. He despised humanity for merely existing and getting attention away from him and his fellow angels, which is what caused him to rebel and try to overthrow God. It was a way of proving himself to God, as well as trying to take control. Once he was cast out of Heaven, he felt powerless, and tempted Eve into eating the forbidden fruit in order to have one last powerful act of rebellion against his creator. He saw it as ruining God's favorite creation by giving them free will. This is what started the fear of gaining knowledge of good and evil in the angels, because Lucifer brought the idea of that knowledge being a sort of poison to God's creations to the table in the first place.

Despite rebelling against God, Lucifer doesn't have the knowledge of it being wrong. Lucifer acts in ways we perceive as evil, but he doesn't perceive them as evil. He simply views them as actions, and due to no longer listening to God's advice, he now no longer has any guidelines to follow. The tragedy of his situation is no longer necessarily him being cast out of Heaven for rebellion. It is moreso him being cast out for rebelling while believing it to have not been a bad action, and his inability to see why it is bad resulting in him wanting to repeat it if he ever returned to Heaven. He's stuck in a loop because of a literal inability to learn what was wrong with his actions, and his own stubbornness as to proving it wasn't wrong in the first place to God. That doesn't mean he wants to learn why it was wrong, though. He truly doesn't, because his pride makes him see his actions as being right.

He was with Lilith for a short period of time, until Lilith left due to his controlling, narcissistic behavior. Then, he turned to Earth for another partner, finding a young woman who was following The Satanic Temple. Under the assumption that it meant she was worshipping him, he went to Earth under a human disguise and pursued her. That's when he created Charlie.

He made Charlie using white sand from a nearby beach, making her resemble the woman due to the idea that no parent could love a child that doesn't look like themself. This is, of course, objectively wrong and only because he couldn't love a child that doesn't look like himself. He then pretended to be a single father, letting the woman care for Charlie from time to time, resulting in Charlie and the woman getting close.

Upon realizing that The Satanic Temple does not worship him and, in actuality, doesn't believe him, he became offended. Taking it as an insult, he took Charlie back and returned to Hell, never to interact with the woman again and never letting Charlie even know about her. However, there was the problem of Charlie...

Charlie didn't look like him. Charlie didn't act like him. Charlie could see right from wrong. Charlie was nothing like him. She looked like the woman, and as she grew up, she acted more like God than himself. He genuinely, wholeheartedly, hated Charlie because of this.

Due to, once again, being unable to see right from wrong, he saw no problem in completely neglecting Charlie once she was old enough to care for herself. That age being 9 years old, in his opinion. He mostly only talked to her when he tried to teach her how to do things his way, which she never agreed with. This caused a reasonable strain in their relationship, which he couldn't understand, and made him hate her more.

It became worse when she began asking about the woman she barely remembers, being who he considers her "biological mother". Why would he tell her about some woman she'd never meet, much less one who humiliated him to such an extent? So, he lied, saying it was Lilith, despite Lilith looking nothing like Charlie's description and not being aware of Charlie's existence.

Once she moved out, creating her Hazbin Hotel, it was good riddance to her. She may still seek Lucifer's approval, but he won't ever give it to her out of spite.

[youngparadisedonut]

Please come back.. I need my comfort page.

Those fans are now throwing the race card once again for Carlos cause they don’t like how some people write fan fiction..

The face that we can’t criticize characters anymore without getting told we’re racist is embarrassing 

Right now I'm in the process of looking for a new show to obsess over, so I don't know what is happening. I’m not gonna watch the new season and I stopped following the Lone Star tags.

I can talk about what I observed/felt when I was part of the fandom, though.

People are allowed to criticize Carlos because of his actions. It’s ok to still be angry/upset at his character for how he behaved in the Carlos Being Married With Iris Storyline. Yeah, Carlos has every right to be flawed (he’s human), but the problem was never about him being flawed – the problem was that he never acknowledged how unfair he was to his partner.

So here why I don't like Carlos.

1. Carlos never told TK he was already married until it was too late. He simply accepted TK’s proposal and decided to keep the secret.

2. Carlos was only honest with TK after that because he had no other choice, and then when he finally was open with TK about it he decided that it would be a very good idea to have this very delicate conversation in TK’s workplace in the middle of TK’s shift.

3. Carlos saw nothing wrong with Iris thinking it was her place to approve/or disapprove TK.

4. Carlos made wife jokes even if was clear TK was so not comfortable with that and never once acted like he regreted hiding this from TK.

5. Carlos put all decisions about the divorce (something that affected his and TK’s future) in Iris  hands (someone who was a stranger to TK).

6. Carlos blamed TK when Iris went missing. Whenever TK had a conflict with Carlos (meeting Carlos parents, how uncomfortable Carlos was with Cooper), TK is always so understanding (even if sometimes he is angry first and needs to cool of a bit, he always comes back to talk things) and validates Carlos feelings, but Carlos? He was so hostile.

7. That Carlos comment about bad relationships that was obviously directed at TK that you all like to ignore, guess what? It happened.

8. Carlos never apologized for any of this. He never recognized to TK that he was wrong and TK had nothing to do with Iris missing, he never admitted that he treated TK badly. How can I be expected to be go past that when Carlos never acknowledge what he did?

For me those are valid reasons for not liking him.

Because TK is not perfect. He made a lot of mistakes, but he always (or at least most of the time) admits them and apologizes.

I defend TK so much because I don’t think a part of the fandom truly understands how addiction can affect someone.

Thing is, there’s this mindset in the fandom that Carlos was this defenseless boy who chased after TK, when this wasn't never the point. Not only TK had his heart broken, he relapsed. That’s a lot. He had reasons for not wanting to jump in a new relationship, and he was upfront about this with Carlos. He was clear about his boundaries. And if he never wanted something serious with Carlos in the end? He would also be valid. He owned Carlos nothing but being truthful, which he was.

TK is considered immature and childish when a lot of this traits (his impulsiveness, for example) are direct connected with his addiction. And what Iris said about TK being a mess and a project that you guys think its so funny? It's so problematic, harmful and could be triggering, especially because it’s directed at someone who deals with addiction.

But for those who act like Carlos should not be criticized, fear not. TK major character trait since season 4 is being in love with Carlos. It’s so obvious that from now on TK main role will be to support Carlos, and I doubt that at this point he will have a storyline of his own.