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intrepid heroes PLEASE watch the seven i am BEGGING YOU
#none of them seem to have watched it#and it would be so helpful#they would know so much more necessary lore about the universe#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#fhjy#dimension 20#d20#intrepid heroes#the seven
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Could you possibly write for Miles G for some relationship headcanons, because everyone has been writing him as an overprotective "sugar daddy" type and I'm curious about what your take on him would be after seeing your general headcanons for him 🤔
Oh sure! Granted I'm still figuring out how to write Miles G and really get into the flow of things, but here goes:
REALISTICALLY? Miles G might not be the best boyfriend 😭
Not only does he have a secret identity, but he's not even a hero, so I'd imagine he would be VERY used to lying about himself, even if it's not really necessary.
Having a dead father and a job he can't get out of will make for a very nervous and distant kid
But let's say we wanna romanticize it sjfjdkk:
Miles would do a lot to impress/show that he isn't "struggling". He makes sure to only wear his newest and cleanest outfits on dates
Doesn't talk about himself much, to avoid coming off as unstable or unreliable. But he shares bits of himself in smaller, more manageable ways.
You tell him you like his drawings, so he sketches you or takes your requests and gives you a new drawing every time you meet up
(He now has a ton of sketches of horses in his notebook)
Even if he's not at school, I can't imagine any dimension where Miles isn't a huge nerd. So maybe he's self-taught and helps you with your math homework
He takes you to Comic-con since that's a thing in his universe
You let him geek out about marvel lore
One day his mom isn't available to help in the hair department (or whoever did those braids SHEESH)
So you offer to do them for him
He realizes that you're really good at this so he now goes to you to get his hair redone
One common headcanon that I do kinda agree with? Is that this Miles can SCRAP 😭
The circumstances of his being The Prowler probably means he's more about hand-to-hand combat than 1610 Miles, who comes off as more of a gymnastics guy
He doesn't get into fights often, but he has beat someone up for trying to steal from you
In every universe Miles is a hugger
I wouldn't exactly give him the "sugar daddy" title bc he's like. 15. He's probably not rolling in dough but he's got extra money
I do think he would buy lots of gifts where he can for the reasons mentioned above
He's extremely observant so while you may only know a few things about him, he remembers every single item you've ever looked at online or at the store
And watches your favorite shows not bc he likes them per se, but so that he knows wtf you're talking about sjhfks
That's all I can come up with for now but I'm willing to do headcanons about more specific stuff...? I like how we're all just building this character from scratch lol
#im so bad at dating headcanons so im sorry if these aren't the best 😭#i should really practice doing these more#miles morales headcanons#miles g morales#earth 42 miles morales x reader#earth 42 miles morales#across the spider verse spoilers#spiderman across the spiderverse#moralesanhour#asks
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Hello empiresblr! We're in the early stages of planning an Empires SMP themed zine focused on worldbuilding and we are doing a bit of an interest check :)
If you find that interesting please go ahead and vote on the following poll! If you're not sure what to vote for make sure to read the whole post before picking an option :>
If you wanna know more about this we will be providing more in-depth info under read more!
What's the deal with this zine?
This zine is about Empires SMP Season 1, focused on exploring and expanding the worldbuilding and lore of the series. The name, Empiropedia, is a play on words between ‘empire’ and ‘encyclopedia’- it’s not structured quite like a regular zine, instead presented as if it were an in-universe book (or books) that puts together different sources to describe the culture and history of the 12 different empires. The zine will include both illustrations and writing. Some of the things we want to include are clothes, architecture, folklore, and artifacts/cultural items!
What's the difference between the two options the poll offers?
We are currently deciding whether we want to make one (very big) zine with a set amount of pages dedicated to each empire, or if we want to make multiple zines (one at a time) with one dedicated to each empire. Both options have pro and cons listed below!
120+ pages zine:
Pros:
An overall shorter project since it would be put together all at once
More intersection between different empires (pages dedicated to discussing alliances and the like)
People participating can contribute work to multiple empires more easily
Less pdf files to download! :D
Cons:
FAR less space for each empire to shine and be explored
A pretty long read
While it will take less time overall, it will definitely take much more time and coordination to put together than one singular empire zine of the 12 zines option.
12 separate zines:
Pros:
So much space to truly explore each empire!
You can decide which zines to pick up according to what your favourite empires are
The overall project will be able to include more artists and writers
Each singular zine will take less time than the 120+ pages zine to put together
Cons:
A much bigger project that would stretch over a way longer amouth of time to get to all empires being included
A lot less cross-working between different empires
Certain empires might not get as many applications from artists, making it harder to put together a zine dedicated completely to them
Will Season 2 be included?
While we are thinking of making a similar project focused on Season 2 that's pretty far off in the future, so for now we are focusing on the current project.
How/when can I apply?
We are currently getting everything set up, and we might open mod applications before opening contributor applications, so for now we don't have a set date. All necessary information to apply (including a timeframe) will be provided as soon as we set everything up!
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Connubium.|| Coriolanus Snow x Black Fem Reader Chapter Nine
table of contents.
Chapter One.
Chapter Two.
Chapter Three.
Chapter Four.
Chapter Five.
Chapter Six.
Chapter Seven.
Chapter Eight.
Summary: Stealing from The Capitol is a deadly offense, yet you’ve done it more times than you can count but when you do something you should not have done, Volumnia Gaul decides a fate for you that might just be worse than death.
Notes: This takes place post The Ballad of Songbirds And Snakes and Coryo is in his last year at The University, studying under Dr. Gaul. This will not follow canon, I’m not an expert on all the lore so I apologize if I get things wrong.
Disclaimer: You know Coriolanus is a POS, I know Coriolanus is a POS, please don’t yell at me because this is just a fun little story, something for thee hotties, and if you feel that strongly against President Snow, please let me know if you’d like me to sign you up for tessarae.
18+ only
trigger warnings for blood, vomit, injuries.
We are finally at the end, wow, this has been so much fun. I'm still a little unsure about this ending but I just want to say thank you for reading over these past few months, thank you so much.
“And we’re back with our President and First Lady to be! It’s so good to see you both smiling after such a tragic time.” Lucky Flickerman beamed into the camera.
“Thank you for having us Lucky and thank you to everyone watching at home.” You said with a soft smile, taking Coriolanus’ hand in yours. In return, Coriolanus lightly kissed your knuckles and the studio audience cooed in response.
“Let's get down to why we are all here, shall we? It’s been three long and sad months since that fateful day and what a day it was. I should know, I was there and vomited all over my favorite suit!”
“It really was a great suit, Lucky.” Coriolanus chimed in, earning a laugh from the audience.
“Tell us, Coriolanus, what was it like in those moments? We’ve all seen the footage of you cradling your beautiful wife, the danger, the drama! In your own words, tell us and everyone watching at home, about your wedding day.”
With a last look at you, Coriolanus Snow, husband, murder, and President-elect of Panem, opened his mouth and began to speak.
The night before his wedding, Coriolanus Snow was not in search of a final fling before an eternity of matrimonial bliss nor was he drinking himself into a stupor to bid his old life behind.
When he kissed you goodbye after your long important walk and talk, he watched you get into the waiting car, shut the blinds and got to work. Crassus Snow’s record player crackled to life and with a sonata filling the apartment, Coriolanus surveyed the upwards of hundreds of champagne bottles on the dining room table.
He had not lied, if you asked him to burn down Panem, he would fetch a match yet after tomorrow, that would not be necessary.
For you, he would poison his wedding guests and murder President Ravinstill.
And for him, but that's besides the point.
As night turned to dawn, Coriolanus packed the champagne, the scent of apples and rosewater hiding the danger beneath. His guests would get something of his own collection, sweet and light, just enough to make them vomit and collapse, enough chaos to distract from the main attraction.
For President Ravinstill, he would not stray from tradition.
Nightlock.
Not just nightlock berries ground with a mortar and pestle, that was lazy, noticeable. Every little piece of the berry was used, sprinkled in with champagne already designated for the soon to be former president.
He watched, oh how he watched Ravinstill, take flute after flute upon his arrival.
Yet at the very end, the person whom Coriolanus wanted at his side to witness the end of an era was currently unconscious on the floor beneath him.
Coriolanus Snow, with all his careful planning and plotting, had lost.
It had been two minutes since you had stopped talking, one minute since you stopped breathing and ten seconds since Coryo had tried another dose of the antidote. Coriolanus looked to the purpling corpse of Ravinstill, face frozen in death, and refused to let him win.
There was no Panem with you.
“ Not yet, Mrs. Snow.”
“Coryo!”
A small gasp and the click clack of heels brought Coriolanus out his head and back to you as Tigris came running into the room. He had made sure Tigris was away from the venue before the champagne was served by simple timing but now he was glad to have her here by his side.
“Coryo, Coriolanus? Is she-
He did not, could not, answer that.
Coriolanus brushed tears back and gave you another rescue breath, watching your chest rise and fall with his help only to remain just as still. He checked for a pulse again, felt that weak irregular beat beneath his fingertips starting to slow.
Please don’t go, he whispered.
“Coryo, I can hear sirens, we have to get her outside.” Tigris urged, voice thick with tears and Coriolanus was vaguely aware of himself pressing his lips to your forehead before gently picking you up. It all became real in that moment and Coriolanus began to run.
The sight in front of him was more horrific than he had imagined to be with his wedding guests in various states of consciousness and the pungent aroma of vomit and blood wafting through the venue. Peacekeepers and medics were beginning to swarm the area and with you in his arms, Coriolanus remembered there was still a part of his work that needed to be executed.
“Help, somebody help! There’s something wrong with my wife, I don’t know what’s happening but President Ravinstill, he’s back there, he’s collapsed! I tried to help him but-” Coriolanus broke off, false tears in his eyes as he shook his head at the listening medic. The medic nodded at two other medics and peacekeepers who ran towards where Tigris was pointing.
Coriolanus reluctantly let the medics take you before following them into the ambulance himself without a word, barely hearing Tigris’ promise to meet him at the hospital. Alarms and instructions between medics faded away as he squeezed your hand.
Please don’t go.
At some point, a shrill monotone sound invaded Coryo’s ears and it was then and only then that he let himself splinter. There was more noise and action around your body and unable to hold your hand, Coriolanus curled in himself, hands in his hair, caught between suffocating fear and such incredible rage.
The ambulance came to a stop at Capitol Hospital and all Coriolanus could do was watch a nurse climb onto the gurney take over compressions and let that same gurney carrying Panem’s possibly dead next first lady pass him and race inside.
Only then when standing alone did Coryo care to notice that the inside of his mouth was stinging, letting his tongue pass over the beginnings of a bloody sore. Every time he had breathed for you, what remained of the poison on your lips traveled to his own.
The taste of blood in his mouth was nothing new to Coriolanus.
There would be no Panem without you, all would crumble and perish before him, there would be no capitol, no games, just the end of all.
Coriolanus Snow had made up his mind: should you pass this day, Panem would know the dark days once more.
“I’ve never been more afraid in my life, Lucky. If I could go back and save our dear President Ravinstill too, I would have done more, I should have done more, there was just so much happening. I couldn’t lose my wife, without her I would lose myself.” Coriolanus broke off, a small sob escaping him and the audience was more than happy to lick up his grief.
With a soft kiss on his cheek, you guided his hand from your thigh to your stomach with a smile.
Lucky loudly blew into a hanky before gasping when he saw Coriolanus’ hand on your stomach.
“Mrs. Snow, is there something you’d like to share with us?”
“Because of Coriolanus, the extraordinary medical team at Capitol Hospital, and the support of Panem, I’m still here and I’m so happy to announce I’m pregnant.”
The audience roared and it was then you knew the girl from District 6 had all of Panem in the palm of your hand.
But there were games left to play.
FIVE MONTHS LATER
“Ma, if you can hear me, squeeze my hand.” You urged, your hand wrapped around hers, tears in your eyes.
A few long seconds later, your mother weakly squeezed your hand, the same as your Pa the day before.
You were taking it slow but the doctors promised they would fully wake any day now and pre- inauguration press and third trimester be damned, you would be at their side the moment they opened their eyes.
You kissed your mother on her forehead, promising to come back tomorrow.
But now, you had a very special appointment.
“Little thief, you’re glowing! How can I be of service?” Dr. Gaul looked up from her research with that all too familiar venomous smile.
“I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done in aiding my parents’ recovery. The doctors say they will wake up any day now.” You said, taking the seat she offered.
“How wonderful! It’s good to hear my favorite lab rats are on the mend. Hopefully seeing their daughter pregnant and married won’t send them right back into a coma.”
You gave a hollow laugh but sat up in your chair.
“ They’ll be happy to know I’m still alive. I almost wasn’t, as you well know. It took the doctors so long to treat me, they couldn’t figure out why I was so much sicker than everyone else. So many tests were run and even now they still don’t know.”
“Have you asked Mr. Snow? He’s always had such an insight into poison.” Dr. Gaul remarked pointedly.
It was no secret that Coriolanus was involved in Ravinstill’s death but thanks to your dramatic yet romantic near death experience being caught on camera, Panem did not care.
“ I would but he’s been so busy touring the districts, preparing for the inauguration. Speaking of, there’s something I need to tell you, actually it’s easier if I show you.”
One of your security detail came forward and turned on Gaul’s television.
Lucky Flickerman came on to the screen excitedly, a breaking news banner beneath him and to his right sat Coriolanus.
“ Mr. President, I’ll cut to the chase, my producers have told me you have something to share with the fine people of Panem? ” Lucky asked, bouncing on the edge of his chair. Coriolanus smiled into the camera, hands folded on his lap.
“To honor the tragic death of former President Ravinstill and to celebrate the upcoming arrival of our daughter, the First Lady and myself would like to announce the suspension of The Hunger Games this year.”
Last night, you had asked Coriolanus if would rather be feared than loved.
This was his answer.
You couldn’t hear the TV due to the rather dramatic shrieking of Volumnia Gaul.
As if on cue, peacekeepers entered Dr. Gaul’s lab began to take it apart, boxing up research, emptying cabinets and Dr. Gaul herself stood in front of you, laughing.
“I underestimated you, little thief. Will you kill me now or televise it?” She asked, head held high as two peacekeepers appeared on either side of her.
You stood up from your chair slowly to face the now former Head Gamemaker.
“I don’t need to kill you. You tortured and poisoned my parents and through your puppet Ravinstill tried to kill me, death is an afternoon treat for you. I want you to witness the future of Panem, witness them forget your creations the more time passes, and one day, when someone asks what The Hunger Games were for, the answer will be simple: nothing. From now until the day you die you will remember me not as a hostage or the wife of a President, but as the little thief who stole your greatest treasure, your legacy.”
Your time with Dr. Gaul ended in the place where it all began.
If only she had chosen a girl of fine capitol breeding.
EPILOGUE
One week after the presidential inauguration of Coriolanus Snow, Rose Snow comes into the world screaming, Coriolanus holding your left hand and your mother holding your right.
Once upon a time, you had three rules.
Never be seen.
Never take what you could not carry.
Never intervene.
Now you only have one.
To live without fear, now and forever.
Thank you to everyone who has been waiting, I hope that this was worth the wait! Thank you all for reading and I’m so happy this is out now. If you would like to see a sequel to connubium, please interact and reblog this work!
#coriolanus x reader#coriolanus snow x black reader#coriolanus snow x you#coriolanus snow x black!reader#coriolanus snow fanfiction#tw emetophobia#tw emeto ment
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Rebel
Prince!Kylo Ren x Cage Fighter!Reader
Summary: Prince Kylo was a rebel at heart. His grandfather, Emperor Anakin, was on his final limb trying to groom the boy into becoming a good Skywalker, but it seems he was too preoccupied with things outside his duty to care.
Word Count: 9k+
Warnings: fem!reader, alternate universe, slight modern/contemporary world au?, royal family-ish au, enemies with benefits?, smut (sadism, dom/sub dynamic, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, light bondage), kylo is going through a phase ig, yucky smoker!kylo (don't smoke pls), slow burn, typos, etc.
A/N: Felt like cross posting this on AO3 also minors dni you guys arent ready for this because I'm not ready for this HAHAAHHA my brain farts are real. also if there's anything wrong with my star wars lore just roll with it ok it's the beauty of my au world HAHHAH <3
Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @sloanexx
"Put that out before father sees you."
Kylo looks over his shoulder, pulling away the cigarette from his lips as he blows smoke from his lungs. He looks at his mother and sighs, "my father or your father?"
Leia eyes her son, "Ben-"
"Kylo," he corrects, taking another puff of his smoke.
The crown princess narrows her eyes and with one flick of her finger, the barely burning cigarette shoots out of his fingers, across the hall.
"Bro- what the fu-"
"See," she places her hands on her hips, "you would have been able to stop me if you trained with Luke more often," Kylo's mother offers as she leans into him and sniffs his rank smoker odor, brushing him off as she did.
Leia's son, who towers over her, cringes as he is pat down harshly.
Leia notes, "you reek."
"Stop it," he quips as his shoulder is swatted with way more force than necessary. Kylo curls his arms over himself in protection. She does not relent, and so he calls, "mom!"
Leia sighs and places her hands on her hips, "no, you're right," she looks up at him, "I should just let the emperor catch you," she raises a finger, "and let's be honest. Even if you trained more with Luke," she turns about, " you still wouldn't be able to best me."
The woman marches off, mentally noting to rant to her son's father about him.
Kylo grunts as he watches his mother walk away. By the time she reaches then end of the hall, Kylo rolls his eyes and shakes his head. He pulls out his sleek, silver box of cigarettes and grabs a stick. He turns around as he begins to light the thing lazily pressed between his lips.
He doesn't get to though. His fire is burnt out by the ominous snippy atmosphere and his lighter slips through his fingers.
Immediately, the cigarette falls after, down to his boots and he grows frigid at the sight of the slouching man before him, hand propped on a cane, face concealed in a dark mask.
"Emperor. I-"
"Continue to disappoint?" he speaks through the constraint of his mask, not even raising a finger to get both the fallen objects on the floor as well as the one in Kylo's hands.
The emperor chucks out those hazards through the window, using so much Force that it probably propelled out of orbit. Kylo internally begins to sputter out curses.
"Why are you roaming here in the gardens, killing your grandmother's flowers, boy?" the old man demands, breathing heavily.
Kylo gulps and clenches his hands into a fist.
"Are you not meant to be training with your uncle?" Anakin quips, taking a deep breath as he slowly walks past his grandson.
Kylo tenses and steps aside to allow the emperor passage. He knows better than to do so, and yet he still offers, "do you want some hel-"
"Do you have a death wish?" Anakin wheezes as he heads to the arch in the hall, not even sparing his hulk of a progeny a look. He would have beaten his ass in his prime, he thinks, as he makes his way into the palace garden.
Immediately, Anakin feels a Force around him. He basks in it and Kylo can feel it too, though he thinks the Force is coming from his mother's father.
Anakain swears he can smell the scent of his beloved Padme in this moment. He mentally debates taking his mask off, but decides against it, knowing his child's child will throw a hissy fit, then his actual children will throw another hissy fit.
Kylo does nothing but watch the old man walk off. He thinks of the few memories he has with his grandmother then goes terse all over again when he hears a shout, "GO TRAIN, BOY!"
Kylo releases a breath, "yes sir."
Anakin, after a long while, finally reaches a bench and sits down. He looks at the flowers in the shrubs and bushes around him. He breathes in deeply, as deeply as his mask will allow him then closes his eyes. He pretends he was not himself, rather that he was his younger self. He thinks about his wife and how he would have plucked out a flower for her in this moment.
"Oh, Padme," instead he sighs, "you're grandson is a rebel, my love. I don't know what to do with him," he opens his eyes, "but you would have."
Kylo, at this point, had successfully fled the wrath of his forebears, and was now at the garage, readying his air speeder. He ruffles his black, baggy jeans with infinite pockets and feels his key eventually. He jumps in his vehicle and finds another box of cigarettes in his compartment.
"Thank you, Kylo," he mutters to himself as he gets another stick of nicotine.
He lights his cigarette as he waits for the garage door to open.
But then came a high-pitched beeping noise, and he immediately pulls away the lit stick in his mouth.
R2-D2 rambles on and on in his dings and buzzes in a scolding manner.
Kylo's ears ring. Fucking droid. He rubs his ear then turns to his side. He watches as the robot nears rolls back and forth as it chastises him.
"Can it, tin can."
R2-D2's light becomes red.
Kylo clutches his steering wheel, "if you rat me out to grandpa, I'll turn you into a museum display."
R2-D2 flares even more at the threat.
"Well, I don't give a shit if uncle Luke is waiting for me," he snips back, staring his engine, then driving off. He raises a hand, "later, loser."
R2-D2 loses its marbles.
Kylo drives deep into the capital city, the part that was more commercial and had less military presence. But really, the old man's reach was felt throughout the galaxy. It'd be a matter of time before his fun is over. That's why he intends on having as much fun as he possibly can.
He aimlessly roams for a moment, driving through streets he frequents, and some he doesn't recall he's ever been. He leans on his side and feels the wind blow back his jaw length hair. Then he finds himself parking in a coincidentally free spot on a busy street.
It's destiny, he thinks.
So, he pulls up in the edge of the street and hops out of his air speeder, aimlessly walking around. He pulls out his comms device and sends a message.
From Kylo: where u?
He shoves his comms back in his pocket, keeping his hands stuffed there, knowing he wouldn't get a response from his friend any time soon. He walks to the edge of the street, stops right at a pedestrian lane, then crosses once the light turns green.
As he struts past a conveniece store, he turns to his barely visible reflection and runs his hands through his hair. The street grows increasingly busy as he continues. It's packed with people on the daily their commute, off to work, to school, or to wherever they ought to be. With every being that passes him, human, alien, droid, or otherwise, he slowly feels the paranoia seep in him.
He rubs his nose, 100% sure that that old lady was whispering about him.
He was being watched, he was being looked at, he was being talked about. A work hazard, something you deal with as royalty. He likes to pretend he's better than that, public opinion doesn't matter to him, but he isn't a very good pretender.
He clears his throat, pulls out the shades he always kept handy on him, and puts them on. Suddenly, he's not as paranoid.
In truth, if you knew the faces of the Skywalker clan, not even these large glasses would stop you from recognizing him. But still, he felt better with them on. The only reason he probably did was because the little boy in him still believed the words of his father.
Ben had been 4 or 5 at the time, and had been struggling with the attention from the general public and the press. Han Solo had gave him shades, the very same one he had now, and told him when he had them on, he'd be invisible. It helped that his dad, mom, and uncle were in on it and pretended he was when he'd wear them. The servants were quick enough to follow suit. His grandfather though, ever the cynic, never played the game with him, and always told him to put the ridiculous thing off.
He figured then of course the emperor could see him. He had superior connections with the Force.
Kylo crosses the street.
A group of school girls catch sight of him and stare as he walks by. Once he's gone, they squeal and gush over how handsome he was.
Kylo feels his comms vibrate.
To Kylo: At work. Can't come.
Kylo snorts, then turns to his side when he smells an alluring savory scent. He sees the burrito stand and walks over as he replies.
From Kylo: im getting burritos
Kylo walks to the order window and decides he'll get what he always gets. The employee begrudgingly walks over to the window and leans on the table by the window, "Good morning," she says flatly, "what can I get you?"
Kylo examines at the bandage she has on her brow and the swollenness of her cheek. He knows it'll turn blue soon, but he doesn't say that, "two classic burritos, one of them with extra radish."
She nods and then punches up Kylo's order on the register, "12 credits."
Kylo pulls his head back, "12? It's 4.50 each."
"Not anymore for a long time," she mutters in response, shifting in her spot.
Kylo lets out a breath, thinking it's a ridiculous price, but pays 12 credits nonetheless.
He receives another message.
To Kylo: No.
Kylo snorts yet again at his text mate. He moves to the side and waits for his order. In the meantime, he looks around the block, thinking of what else he can do to amuse himself.
From the corner of his eye, he spots the sign The Death Star, and chuckles under his breath. He uses his Force to try and see what exactly this death star was, and then quickly realizes it was a cage fighting arena.
Kylo smirks.
From Kylo: come to 12th street. we're watching a cage fight in the death star :D
Kylo turns around when he hears his order get called out. He says quick thank you to the man who gives him his burrito. He looks at him and his pudgy form, then examines his knuckes before he pulls away. He spots, seeing no bruise on them. He definitely wasn't the one who punched the lady that worked here.
Kylo then crosses and heads to The Death Star. He looks at his comms one last time before heading for the entrance.
To Kylo: ????
"Moron," he chuckles to himself.
He reaches The Death Star, finding it had a small entrance with guard big enough to block it whole.
"50 credits," the bouncer says to him.
Kylo looks at the man. He was twice as big as the one who worked at the burrito shop. Still, Kylo thinks he could take him.
"Why so expensive?" he asks.
The bouncer rolls his shoulders back, "you got a problem, peasant? Then leave."
He does not like that. The bouncer was on the steps leading up to the door, which was why he was about as tall as Kylo. He wonders if he should force choke him and walk in, but then he feels a buzz from the comms in his pocket and is snapped out of it. He pays the over-expensive door fee then walks in, eating his burrito.
"Just keep walking straight then go down the stairs," the bouncer says, "you can't miss it."
He doesn't miss it. He immediatly spots the stairs, finding it went both up and down. Kylo looks up in curiosity. He figures if he instead went upstairs, there would most definitely be someone there waiting him to throw him down. He simply just descends with his burrito.
Once he reaches the only place the stairs lead to, he surveys the setting, wondering why there were chandeliers and drapes in this foyer when he knows once he gets to the area where the crowds were screaming, there would be a semi-large cage and audience members hollering for blood. Weird.
But then again, his grandpa lived in a palace and he was out for his blood.
He takes it back. It's fitting.
He continues to walk, chewing on his food, then get into the arena, at the very edge of it. It seems the round just finished, considering the reaction of the crowd.
Kylo promptly finds an empty spot, then sits down as he watches the cage get swept. It looks like a droid was shattered after the match.
He chuckles when he imagines it being R2-D2.
It takes a few minutes for the next round to commence, and by the time it does, Kylo's burrito was finished.
At this moment, he pulls out his comms and sees he's received multiple messages. He grins when he sees the one that confirmed that he was, in fact, going to be seeing his friend here at the death star soon.
There is a loud announcement suddenly, and the crowd goes wild. Soon enough two competitors are announced, and Kylo perks up and tilts his head when he sees the face of one of them, you, the burrito lady.
Kylo, is so stunned that has to push his shades down to see if he was seeing clearly. Yep. Still 20/20.
There you were, standing no longer in your burrito-stand uniform, but in fitted shorts and a fitted tank top. You had wraps in your hands and feet, and the marks on your face made total sense now.
Kylo leans back on his seat and pushes his shades up.
You got them from your cage fights.
He finds himself smiling.
Interesting.
"- with 27 wins and 2 losses-"
Hmm, an impressive record.
Kylo cannot help but to cheer with the crowd as it screams for you after you are introduced. An interesting name you had. He'll have to remember that.
Both you and your opponent's hands are raised just before the start of the match.
The prince nods his head and thinks he will enjoy seeing you win or lose today.
Halfway through the match, as Kylo is screaming for you as you bash your knee into your opponent, who was, mind you, twice your size, he is grabbed my the arm and ripped out of his focus.
Kylo turns annoyed then breaks into a smile, speaking loudly over the audience' noise. "Hux! You're just in time." Kylo hands the man the burrito with extra radish, then turns back to the cage, "burrito girl is really good!"
Hux takes the burrito and looks at Kylo, then the cage. The dark haired man clenches his hand into a fist and cheers as the round is called to an end.
The red haired man pulls his head back after beholding the collective protests.
"AW WHAT! SHE TOTALLY WON THAT ROUND!" Kylo snarls against the announcement that your slimy alienoid opponent was the victor for round 3.
Kylo sits back down and cross his arms. Hux sits down next to him and gives him a look, "you're insane, you know that right? D'you know what would happen to us if someone-"
"And you're boring," Kylo retorts, running his hand through his dark locks.
Hux holds back his eyeroll, and shakes his head instead. His ginger, gelled back hair reflects the glaring spotlights in the room. Hux unwraps his burrito and takes a bite, crossing his legs as he did so.
Kylo turns to him, mentally noting he appreciated he came to him right after work, the give away being he was still in uniform. Hux's sharp shoulder pads starkly contrasted the softness of his frumpy sweater, though they were both black.
"Extra radish," he points.
Hux nods and rolls his eyes, "yes," he chews, "thank you, Ben."
Kylo glares at him.
Hux chews some more, then corrects himself, "Kylo."
Kylo turns away, looking back at the cage.
The next round promptly begins and Kylo is visibly excited. He talks over the loud cheers of the crowd, "we're going to meet her after the round."
Hux knits his brows as Kylo stands to his feet and claps for the competitors.
"Meet? Who?"
"Her!" Kylo points to the cage.
Hux looks.
"I paid 500 credits to have her company to ourselves later," Kylo says with a fond smile.
Hux nearly chokes on his burrito, "you what?!"
He is dutifully ignored for the rest of the match.
When the match does end, Hux thinks of Kylo's decisions even more poorly. The prince is incredibly sour, as the match did not end in favor of this burrito girl as he had gotten fond of for no other reason than that he is compulsive.
Hux does not know if he should be mulling over the fact that the girl, who lost the match on a technicality, worked part-time at the burrito shop that made the delicious snack he just ate, or the fact that Kylo, in all his temper and moodiness, was about to meet her when he was extremely disappointed and very emotional over her loss.
Hux, though he knew about Kylo's explosive tendencies, doesn't dare offer to just leave though, considering he basically made himself homeless by paying so much to meet the cage fighter.
That would be funny though, no? A homeless prince.
When Kylo and Hux are let in the back room, the two turn to each other, seeing the poor conditions of the place.
"500 credits dude," you say, standing from the spot you were sat on.
Kylo takes in the cuts and bruises in your form, agreeing with himself that, considering the violence you exacted and received in the ring, you looked extremely well, and came out mostly unscathed.
"You should have won that round," Kylo says shaking his head. He watches as you smile softly at his words. He feels his chest flutter and decides he enjoys the subtleness of your expression. He would love to make you react the same way again, "that thing outnumbered you with his six arms."
You shrug, toned shoulders glistening with sweat and ointment. Now that he was up close, Kylo could see how fit you were. He licks his lips when he catches your barely visible navel.
"A biological advantage," you retort, "it's not like I can ask him to cut off his arms for me to make it fair."
"Still," Kylo raises a finger, "you should have won."
You shake your head at his words, offering another smile, but no further reply.
Hux surveys the dingy room, thinking if you worked at a burrito stand and a cage fighting job, you must be desperate for credits. He turns to you and straightens up, "you know, with your skills, you could do well as a trooper," the commander says, "you would be paid well, given lodging, health care-"
"So you are an imperialist," you place a hand on your hip and point to him.
Commander Hux tenses. Kylo chews his bottom lip as he holds back a laugh.
I mean, Hux was very visibly an imperialist.
"I thought you just liked imperial fashion on whole other level," you add.
Hux finds himself getting defensive, "is that a problem?"
You tilt your head, "liking imperial fashion or being an imperialist?"
Kylo pretends he's offended and knits his brows, speaking at the same time as his friend, "both."
You look between the two and shake your head, "no. It's just weird to see an actual, I don't know, officer from the regiment spectate a match."
Hux narrows his eyes, "why, is this place illegal?"
You snort, and Kylo beams at the idea.
"I wouldn't have joined this troupe if it was."
Kylo is mildly disappointed, but more so amused by the topic that was spiraling and how Hux was reacting to it. Kylo turns back to you when you point at him, "I remember where I know you from."
Hux feels slightly agitated over the idea the prince was going to be recognized.
Kylo smiles and adjusts his shades, "yes, you took my ord-"
"History class, 204, professor Djarin."
"..."
Hux pulls his head back and looks between Kylo and you.
Kylo is dumbfounded. So much so, he takes off his shades, "you went to Naboo Public State?"
You promptly laugh upon seeing his brown eyes, knowing well how much he rolled them at your shared history teacher, "yeah. Djarin called you Skyslugger cause you were always late."
Hux internally cringes, agitation level skyrocketing, because that does sound like something that would have happened to him in school. That meant, you knew exactly who they both were now, which meant, if you wanted, you could happily talk about how a commanding officer and the prince of the empire went to your cage fight match at a place called The Death Star, and paid 500 credits to speak with you after. Lord, he could already hear General Leia's disappointment in his head.
Kylo snorts, though he was more annoyed at the memory than amused, "damn Din Djarin."
"You never graduated, did you?" you ask.
Hux turns to Kylo, wordlessly telling him not to answer that.
Kylo does anyway, "I didn't, no. Parent's pestering me to re-enroll."
That's enough, Ben, Hux thinks loudly.
You tilt you head, "maybe you should."
Hux turns to you and presses his lips, "hear that, maybe you should!"
Kylo turns to him as Hux slaps his hand on Kylo's shoulder. He glares at Hux, "no."
A beat passes.
You look between the two, "so, what did you want to talk to me about?"
Hux instinctively turns to Kylo, prompting you to do the same.
"Well," Kylo starts, leaning onto one leg, crossing his arms.
Hux recognizes this behavior and then makes a face.
"I honestly wanted to just talk about how I think you deserved to win, and perhaps," he moves slightly closer to you, "to invite you to hang out with us."
Hux shakes his head and raises his hands, "count me out. I have places to be."
"Just you and me then," Kylo smiles softly.
Hux rolls his eyes, he was right. Another day, another plaything. He so very much wants to leave now.
But then, Hux catches the way your face twists. He finds his lips curling into amusement as you furrow your brows. You are clearly uninterested, and suddenly, he is glad that Kylo paid 500 credits just to be here. His rejection will be sweet and deserved.
"Your payment for a meet does not extend to outside endeavors."
Kylo nods, leaning towards you more, "oh, I know. Just wondered if you would be interested in getting a drink."
"Well, I'm not."
"Interested in getting a drink?"
"In you, Prince Ben."
Kylo's face twitches. Hux clears his throat to hold back his laugh.
Kylo doesn't have anything else to say and it is hillarious.
Another beat passes.
You shift in your spot as Hux turns around and laughs in his hand. Kylo rubs his nose and straightens up.
"Is that it?" you ask.
Kylo turns to you, ire beginning to burn, "what?"
"Is that all you wanted?" you clarify, waving a hand. "I mean, you paid 500 credits, I can show you around the place if you like."
Hux turns back around and smiles, "oh, please, do. That would be lovely."
Kylo clenches his jaw, "no. I saw everything I needed to see already."
Hux makes a soft oof sound and indulges himself with a chuckle.
"I'm a force user," Kylo says, "I used my Force Sight to see."
"Ah," you nod.
Hux turns to you and nods, "I stand corrected, I think we will both be leaving now."
You purse your lips and shrug, "suit yourself."
Kylo releases a huff. You knit your brows when he nods to you in regard, "burrito girl."
You blink at him, "500 credits dude."
Hux watches as you curtsy at Kylo. He shakes a hand and his head, mouthing, "he doesn't like that."
You straighten up and watch as the two then walk out of the room.
"Oh, if you ever want to apply as a troop, tell them you were recommended by commander Armitage Hux."
You raise your brows at that, "your name is Armitage?"
Hux makes a face at your expression, "what? Why?"
"Nothing it's just, you don't look like-"
"Hux, let's go."
You turn to Kylo, who just walked out of the room.
"Just call me Hux, everyone calls me that."
You purse your lips then nod.
"Goodbye then," Hux waves and follows after his friend.
As Kylo and Hux exit the room, then the arena, the latter notes, "well that was fun."
Kylo ignores him.
Hux chuckles, "oh, come on. She was a good fighter. You said it yourself."
Kylo grunts.
"I especially enjoyed it when she defeated you."
Kylo glares at Hux. Hux grins from ear to ear.
"Do you want me to demote you?" Kylo groans.
"You can't demote me, prince Ben," Hux says a-matter-of-factly as they climb up the stairs.
Kylo eyes Hux as he ascends before him then uses his Force to make him trip on the steps.
As Hux nearly faceplants, barely catching himself with his hands as he crashes down, Kylo steps over him and continues climbing up.
"BEN!"
Kylo hisses harshly, "don't call me that."
Kylo leaves Hux, deciding he deserved it for being annoying. He thinks he'll go get drinks by himself since no one cared to keep him company.
He nearly breaks his comms after all the ruckus it made while he was brooding in a booth at a lounge he frequented. He doesn't destroy it though. It wasn't his to break. It was a gift from his uncle. His mother refused to get him a new one after breaking countless ones before this one. Luke made him swear to keep it intact.
Kylo abandons his booth to get himself another drink after finishing his nth cocktail.
This time around, with his tiny martini glass in hand, complete with a paper umbrella, he decides he's going to dance, even if he was tipsy and, frankly, hated dancing, especially those folkdances his mother and grandmother taught him and made him do every moment they could. Fuck that shit.
Kylo puts the umbrella stick in his hair just by his ear and chugs his drink as he walks to the crowded dancefloor.
He raises both of his hands and sways his hips on beat as he sifts through the creatures dancing to insanely loud music.
He randomly taps someone's shoulder and hands them the glass, which they stupidly accept, allowing Kylo to break it down and boogie freely with no glass to think about. Only his dark glasses.
By break it down and boogie, of course, I meant Kylo was flailing his head and arms around, pivoting his shoulder and belly to the music. Was it good? Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
He feels a bunch of people come onto him, grinding on him or dancing with him. He lets them. When they tell him they should take their dancing somewhere else, he refuses.
Eventually, he's turned down a bunch of people and is left alone.
With his forehead damp with sweat, he exits the dance floor when the music changes to something slow.
He decides to get himself another drink.
"Never knew you had that in you, Ben."
He cringes before he even sits down. He turns to the woman in a pink dress next to the stool at the bar he was about to sit on. He feels his brows pull up at the sight of her.
"Don't call me that, burrito girl," Kylo quips as he calls for the bartender.
You furrow brows further, leaning on the bar top, "call you what? Your name?"
Kylo is served another cocktail, the only one he ever orders, without needing to say it. He thanks the bartender as he downs his drink.
You raise your brows at him, watching some of the liquid spill from his corners of his mouth.
Kylo turns to you, wiping his lips, "don't call me Ben."
You blink, "so... you want to me to call you 500 credits dude?"
"Kylo," he retorts, as he racks his brain. He can't seem to remember what he's looking for though, so he asks, "what was your name again?"
You give him a once over before responding.
When he hears your name, Kylo shakes his head, thinking, truly, the only time he heard it was during the match earlier today, "I really don't remember you."
You chuckle, "yeah, more so now than ever."
Kylo looks at the bright pink dress on your body and thinks it looks good on you, "you change your mind then?"
You take a sip of your drink and turn to him, "what?"
"You come here knowing it's where I'd be?" Kylo leans forward.
You raise a brow at him, "no. I came here to meet someone but I got stood up."
Kylo chuckles, "serves you right."
"Excuse me?" you tilt your head.
Kylo grins and stands, "you're excused."
Kylo walks off and heads for the dancefloor again even though the music was still slow. Why? Because fuck it. He was down to slow dance with strangers.
You take your turn to survey Kylo as he drunkenly moves to the dancefloor. He was incredibly large and even through his baggy clothes, you could tell he was quite athletically built. You turn away just before he catches you looking.
The entire time he dances, Kylo's eyes isn't closed like how they were a while ago. He was looking at you, faced to the bar, hunched over in a pretty pink dress, waiting for no one.
Pathetic. You should be dancing here with him.
He dodges a two headed alien that asks if he wants to have a good time and walks back to you.
He calls out your name and grabs your arm, making you turn to him from your seat with a glare that would have intimidated him, but he was drunk, and he could so take you... in more ways than one.
"Forget about that loser. He's not into you. I am. Dance with me."
You gotta hand it to him. He is confident. But then again, it'd be embarrassing to be in line for the throne and not be.
You take a moment to wonder how Kylo could possibly know you were waiting for a guy then decide he was just good at guessing, not that you looked pathetic right now. You pull your arm out of his grasp, "haven't we established I don't like you?"
"Yeah," Kylo scoffs, placing his hands on his hips, "well, I don't like you either."
You narrow your eyes at him, "why do you want me to dance with you then?"
"Because this is what lounges are for!" Kylo flails his hands out, "not for sulking."
You roll your eyes at him and turn away.
Kylo raises a finger and uses his Force to spin you around. When you realize this is what he did, you stand and look up at him, eyes devoid of any amusement, "you know, I don't care who you are. You're seriously pushing your luck right now."
Kylo enjoys a good conflict. He shakes his head the way drunk people do and raises a finger, "if you're going to waste your time waiting on someone you already know stood you up, wouldn't it be better for him to walk in on you having so much fun rather than looking miserable?"
You clench your jaw at his words and tense when he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the dance floor.
This time, you do not refute him, though you drag your feet on the way.
"Only to make him jealous," you say, walking close to Kylo.
Kylo makes a gagging sound, "how corny of you."
You shove him back, and Kylo is taken off guard by how strong you actually are. He collides into a group of people, who promptly shove him back towards you. You grunt as you catch him, keeping him upright.
"You're wasted," you hiss.
Kylo grins, "no, I'm Kylo."
You roll your eyes, pushing him away with less force, then turn around and leave him there.
Kylo grabs your arm before you can walk away any further .To his surprise, you do not repel him and easily fall back into his arms.
"We're meant to dance not to-"
Kylo shuts himself up when you speak a name that is not at all his.
He lifts up his eyes and sees a man looking at you with contempt. Before he can think, you shove him away and walk over to loser. The man eyes Kylo as you walk with him.
Kylo feels a headache coming on. He just stands there in the middle of the crowd, sticking out like sore thumb with how large and unmoving he was, waiting for the headache to come. To his luck, it doesn't.
He decides to go to the bathroom then settle his bill.
He busts open the men's bathroom door, cringing at the sound of moans that come to a halt when he enters. He quickly washes his hands and walks out, pulling out his comms device, sending a message to multiple people to have him get picked up.
He decides to drink some more as he waits.
He downs about three more cocktails before paying his dues and coming to terms with the fact no one was going to pick him up.
He sighs and drunkenly gets out of the lounge, gracelessly bumping into some people along the way.
He is surprised to see a pretty pink dress when he gets out to the curb.
Kylo calls out your name and hears you gasp.
When you turn to him, he swears he sobers up a fraction at the sight of your red eyes and tear stained cheeks.
He coughs and shifts on his spot, "you want me to kill him?" He points to no where.
You knit your brows and cross your arms, "what?"
"I can kill him for you," Kylo mutters.
You make a face and shake your head rapidly, "are you insane?"
"Yes," he mutters, "I don't like it when girls cry over guys-" he brushes his nose, "-s'why I don't date."
For a prolonged moment, you stare at Kylo, at this drunken Ben Solo, second in line to the Skywalker Empire, the same one who laughed at your joke that one time during lunch. You feel incredulous to the events that has transpired.
You weren't shocked that he didn't know you from university. For starters, he was a chronic repeater, turned drop out, which was insane to think considering he let the class copy off his exams, setting a new curve because of how many of them aced that test.
Ben Solo was the cool kid with bad habits, and he hung out with troopers in his spare time, which meant he didn't really know anyone beyond his circle.
And this Kylo persona was just the same as the Ben you once knew. Bigheaded, loud, and rebellious, with streaks of genuinity and thoughtfulness who wouldn't expect from him.
He was a loose canon in other words. This was why you didn't like him, why every time people would gush about him, you'd let yourself think opposite because nothing ever came out of liking a guy like him.
You ask through your clogged sinuses, rather out of context, "why can't I call you Ben?"
Kylo runs his hands through his hair, the umbrella he left there falls on the floor, "cause I don't like him."
"You don't like Ben?"
He shakes his head, "don't wanna be him."
A group of people exit the lounge the next moment, prompting Kylo to walk over to you to make way. You narrow your eyes at his answer and wipe your face. He probably meant he doesn't want to assume his roles as a prince.
You find yourself chuckling.
Everyone's got their own thing, you think.
"You're drunk," you mutter, making him turn to you.
"I'm Kylo," he repeats once more, making you roll your eyes.
"Yeah, I got that, prince."
Kylo grumbles, looking away from you, "shut up."
The word triggers you, because the man you thought you loved and would love you back just spoke the same words to you a while ago. You look at him, emotions flaring up all over again. They manifest in rage and contempt, "no."
Kylo turns back to you, face fully annoyed.
"It's the truth, isn't it?" you stab, "why do I have to shut up about it?"
Kylo shakes his head and let out a deep breath. The smell of alcohol makes you pull back, "now I really don't like you."
You scoff, "well I really don't like you either."
"I didn't even do anything to you," he raises a finger, "and you rejected me?" he retorts in full offence.
You pull your head back at his words.
He begins to trail off, "what? Was I a jerk to you in uni? I wouldn't have been because I barely talked to anyone there, so I know you're just being spiteful."
Is he really on about that? You make a face, "have you never been rejected before."
"Of course I've been rejected," he sputters out, "just not without unfounded reason."
You cannot believe what you're hearing, it was like this moment really was a reply of your earlier encounter.
"Are you trying to say I'm being senseless?"
Kylo scoffs, "I'm saying you getting dumped is the universe balancing itself out."
You let out a dry laugh, "wow," you step on his foot, making him reel back in pain, "asshole!"
Kylo nearly topples over as he pulls his leg back and grunts, "you little shit!"
You very much walk away after that. You manage to storm to the edge of the street before you can't move at all anymore.
It takes the honking obnoxious sounds of Kylo coming near for you to realize it was all his doing.
He comes over like a siren, screaming out in the otherwise quiet street, "give me one good reason why I shouldn't shoot you out into orbit right now."
You turn to him, feeling just a fraction of a tinge of fear rise up into because he was from a line of powerful Force users after all. But then you remember Ben Solo was all bark and hardly any bite. You scoff, "well, for starters, I don't think you could even if you wanted to."
Kylo laughs. It's honestly pretty dark it makes your skin break out with gooseflesh.
"If you could, you'd have done it by now-" you choke on your last word. Literally, Kylo force chokes you up until he gets close enough to press his hand on your throat.
In all honestly, you were in a damning situation, and yet you were more focused on the way he licked his lips, grit his teeth, and rubbed his fingers on your skin. That, and the fact that you still could actually breathe through the pressure he was putting on you.
You felt your stomach roll.
He pulls you close to him, and before you can think of fighting back, he uses his force to keep your body pinned in place.
He releases you altogether and gives you a once over, "don't underestimate the things I can do."
Kylo looks at the cut on your lip, drawn over with lipstick. He thinks of licking the color off, "the things I want to do to you."
Your heart skips a beat. You huff, hands shooting to his sides the moment he releases you from his Force hold.
His other hands comes to your neck. He tilts your head up at him.
You heave, "and what do you want to do with me... Ben?"
He hisses, "put out that glint in your eye," he steps forward, pressing his fingers into my scalp, "make you beg."
You feel your stomach roll.
It amplifies when Kylo traces the injuries on your face with his fingers.
Needless to say, Kylo was wholly surprised but fully pleased when you got back to your place and didn't put up much a fight against him.
He was a kinky fucker, making you get on your knees, making you do his every whim, making you call him sir.
You figured pretty quickly that he probably craved to be in control, considering how bossy he was. Kylo figured the opposite for you, considering how readily you were to be told what to do.
He fully enjoys making you undress him, especially with all the lip worship you gave on his burning skin. He half regrets making you undress yourself, considering how satisfying it was to see you strip. He would have loved it more had he done it himself. Maybe next time.
He massages your body the moment your bare. He makes it a point not to press on your bruised skin, but then the inner sadist in him felt his insides ignite at the whimper that left your lips when his hand brush over your swollen hips.
"Kylo," you moaned as he kneaded at your sides while he trailed kisses down your sternum.
He lifts his head, smirking as you tugged at his hair, asking for his attention.
"Yes, my sweet?"
With you pressed beneath him on your bed, you buck your hips upward into him. He feels his cockiness double with your neediness.
"I'm gonna have to hear you beg, baby girl," Kylo muses, "that's our deal."
You whimper, "please."
Kylo is insufferable. He grabs your bare thighs and pulls them apart, rubbing himself in your already sopping heat. He pouts, feigning confusion, "please what?"
"Please, sir," you whine.
He laughs, asking again, "please sir what?"
"Please, sir, do something."
How desperate. Adorable.
Kylo sighs and nibbles on your breast as you tighten your legs around him, "hmmm, let me take my time."
Your soft flesh reluctantly retreats out of his mouth as you force his head off you by lifting it up. Your nipple is grazed out of Kylo's teeth as you shimmy beneath him, pushing your way down against his wishes, wanting nothing more than to be aligned on him.
You want to be a brat? Game.
Next thing you know you're paying your dues, pressed on your knees, hands bound to the bed with his belt as he lets your needy core drip down your parted thigh as he barely touches you with his fingers.
"One more time," Kylo coaxes as you sob and whine.
"I'm sorry, sir," you sigh in defeat, eyes watering at the edging.
Kylo shushes you, though he laughs and shifts behind you. Your body jolts you feel him grab your hips that have been tirelessly hanging in the air, waiting for this very moment to come to pass.
"Now, remind me what you want again?" Kylo says as he brushes the tip of his length against your entrance.
You let out a pathetic cry, feeling your core flutter in anticipation. You desperately cry out his name.
He appreciates it, but it isn't an answer. He tells you this exactly.
"Need you," you mutter, "need you to fuck me."
Kylo's ego is through the roof. "Need me to fuck you?" he repeats, though he does not give away how much that strokes his ego.
He does not forget your lack of respect though, "where's that sir, baby?"
You nearly sob as you repeat yourself, "need you to fuck me, sir."
You let out a lewd noise when you feel him slowly push into you.
You immediately try to fuck yourself onto him, but you're too delirious, and he's too strong for you to follow through. Kylo locks you in place, pulling you tightly against him, "hold on, pretty girl. Don't ruin this for me. Need you to calm down and take me well."
All you can do is pull at your bounds, further helping the bruises form there for visibly.
"Kylo," you groan in an empty threat and desperate plea.
"Okay, okay," he chuckles, slowly beginning to move.
You graciously moan in response.
He immediately quickens his pace.
Your noises grow louder.
Kylo wonders about your neighbors. He smiles and decides he doesn't care though. The next moment he thrusts into you so punishingly, as if it was a punishment. But no it felt so good.
Your bodies slamming against each other makes your bed creak in distress as it, itself, ruts into the wall behind its headboard.
You drool on your arm as you breathe hotly against it.
Kylo drives you further into insanity by rubbing into clit.
Needless to say, the next thing you know, you're making even more of a mess and your legs begin to give out as he continues to brutalize into your tenderness.
You come around him with a frantic cry and feel your body quake and tighten around him.
The ripples of ecstasy continue to ride out and heighten when Kylo comes inside you, pouring all his heat, frustration, and want into you.
He basks in your wetness the way you bask in his hardness. Your toes curl and your air leaves you. Kylo's rigid thrusts continuously grow sloppier.
A few moments pass and you both go putty.
You very much remember going for a less intense, more intimate round two after, with him leaning against your headboard and you maneuvering up and down him as your chests pressed together. You very much also remember Kylo curling into you later that night.
What you don't remember was ever kissing him, or feeling him get up to leave the morning after.
So it was a big fuck you when you saw him later that day, with his stupid ass shades in the middle of the afternoon as he whimpered over a ticket.
You made a mental note of the make and plate number of his air speeder next time he makes a mistake of parking it here.
The truth was, Kylo had been waiting for you at the burrito store, not knowing you didn't have a shift that day, and once the pudgy guy, a funny guy honestly, name Marley, told him he couldn't loiter there, he bought a burrito and asked where you were. Marley told him that you didn't have a shift today, so then he made Marley promise to pass a message to you. Kylo trusted him to tell you that he wanted to apologize for leaving.
That fucking summit earlier today was so fucking boring.
And Marley did mean to pass the message on, it's just that he forgot after taking so many burrito orders.
So it came as an even bigger fuck you when Kylo came to your match that same day, cheering you on.
What you wouldn't do to have him trapped in this cage with you.
You made it a point to tell the guys at The Death Star, not to let 500 credits dude anywhere near your changing room later that day, nor to let him in the place again, in fact, unless he was willing to pay 500 credits as a door charge.
So the next day, guess who wastes 500 credits trying to get into The Death Star for absolutely no reason?
Kylo does.
You didn't even fight that day.
The day after that, he has half the brain to go to the burrito stand again instead.
You nearly lunge at him and the stupid shades propped on his pointed nose through the window when he says, "you made your guy charge me 500 credits as a door fee?"
"Sorry, I only do burritos here," you quip back, "don't know what you're talking about."
Kylo brings out some units, "20 burritos then," he raises a finger, "I'll give a tip only if they're made by you."
You growl at him, nearly swatting the credits off the window sill, "the fuck do you need 20 burritos for?"
"I have a family!" Kylo calls back.
"And you're their burrito provider?" you scoff back.
"I am, actually," Kylo growls, "this is the only place in the capital that has nice burritos!"
Marley overhears this and pushes you aside, "why thank you, Kylo."
Kylo turns to him, clearing his throat, "it's not really a compliment. It's my opinion."
Marley beams, "and a great one! You know, I've been meaning to tell you, you look so much like our star prince, Prince Ben Solo."
You watch as Ben Solo cringes and waves his hand, "trust me, we look nothing alike."
You scoff at him.
Marley doesn't get to refute that as suddenly, he remembers something and turns to you, "oh," he gasps, "that reminds me. Kylo was here when you didn't have a shift and said he wanted to speak to you."
You pull your head back, "what?"
Kylo's eye twitches, "wait, are you saying you didn't pass my message to her?"
Marley turns to Kylo, "well, I was stacked up with burrito orders-"
The ding of an alarm from behind you indicates that you no longer have to listen to him, as your shift just ended.
You're not dealing with this.
You immediately hang up your apron and promptly leave, heading out the back, trailing down the narrow alley.
Before you could even reach the end of the exit, you jolt back when you see a heaving Kylo run up to you and block your passage.
You glare at him, watching his adam's apple bob as he gulped. You, yourself, gulp at that.
"I had to leave because I had a duty early in the morning," he rushes out.
You huff and push past him, shoving him back. Again, he forgets about your strength, not that he remembers much about that night beyond your sweet sounds, and is shocked when he nearly topples back.
Kylo does feel something familiar with how he uses his Force to keep you from walking away.
"Kylo, I will fucking deck you, I swear to--"
"I didn't think of leaving a note because I panicked and I'm an idiot."
Kylo circles around you and raises his hands in surrender. He accepts the consequence of you decking him if you really meant to once he removes his Force hold.
You sigh deeply, but don't bash his head against the pavement. He is grateful for it.
"So," Kylo starts, "do you still hate me?"
You narrow your eyes at him and scoff, "what is that? An apology with no apology?"
Kylo watches you walk off and chases after you, not at all convincingly responding with a, "I'm sorry!"
To be fair, even he could tell that he sounded more confused that apologetic.
"Take a hike, Ben."
Kylo growls. He pulls his shades off and manages to stand in front of you. He clenches his jaw and points with his glasses, "you know what. I hate you too."
Your face contorts. You scoff, "great," you force a smile, moving on.
He blocks you again when you sidestep, "you have made me spend thousands of credits in such a short span of time."
You sidestep once more, only to have him block you.
"I never asked you to do any of that!"
"So you're not sorry," Kylo narrows his eyes.
"Not at all," you gleam.
"Then that fucking does it!" he barks.
You look up at him as he seethes.
He steps forward, "you hate me, cause I'm an dick, and I hate you, cause you're a bitch."
You let out an incredulous laugh and feel your insides rage.
You grab him, intent on seriously hurting him, but it seems he anticipates it and grabs you right back then spins you over. He pushes you against the wall of the dingy building, pinning you against his body.
He can feel his heart hammering in his chest.
You can feel your heart hammering in yours.
Neither of you can tell the other felt the same.
"Let me go, you fucking-"
"But I'm sure you can't say fucking without thinking of me fucking you, huh," he mutters under his breath as he brings his face near yours.
You tense at his words. You feel your breathing strain after.
Kylo's lips barely curve.
Defiantly, yet halfheartedly, you mutter under your breath, "fuck you."
He leans in and rubs his nose against your ear, "that can be arranged."
When Kylo releases you, you shove him back and walk off.
He heaves as he watches you storm away. He releases a breath in annoyance and licks his lips, finding himself gritting his teeth at his shoes. He got all worked up for nothing?
"Hey!"
Kylo lifts his head
"You better keep watching my matches," you say, turning to him as you walked back, "I get a cut from the door charge."
Kylo shifts in his spot. He does not show how he is pleased to know you want him to come to you again, "that 100% markup is cruel."
You shrug, "well, I hate you, so..."
Kylo holds back his laugh, "you'll pay for that, pretty girl."
You ignore the way your stomach rolls at his pet name. "Make me," you mock, turn away, then walk off, "see you, Ben."
Kylo scoffs, "oh, I'll make you."
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Controversial Character Tournament Round 2: Alois Trancy from Black Butler vs Eichi Tenshouin from Ensemble Stars
(remember that these characters are fictional and your fellow tumblr users are real. i will block you if you harass others in the notes, please consider sending your unhinged harassment to my inbox instead)
Propaganda under the cut, may contain spoilers:
Alois Trancy:
LOVE:
- "everyone wants this guy dead. he is the villain of his narrative for the simple hubris of wanting to live and be loved after surviving traumatic events one after another for his whole childhood, and in the end the narrative kills him for it. being an anime-only character, many fans dislike his character as well, seeing him as unnecessary or controversial/contradictory to the well-established lore of the main storyline. he's gotten rejected from other poll tournaments, even, for his backstory containing a Lot of controversial and dark material (so yeah heads up for that). i personally care very deeply about his character, because someone i am very close with in my real life relates a lot to him, and has experienced similar traumatic events. in the end, he just wants to be loved, but he is bound to the hatred of his fellow characters, of the writers and his universe itself, of the fans of his series, of... everyone but a select few people clinging to him. which is to say, he is broadly hated, but i think the balance of the few that truly and deeply want to break him out of that fate and love him with the fervor of a thousand suns.... i think that makes him a great candidate for this competition."
Eichi Tenshouin:
LOVE:
- "Eichi is so silly… he started an entire war for his crush… then “killed” said crush in public (it was a metaphorical killing). He’s responsible for ruining the lives/mental health of SEVERAL if not dozen of people. He doesn’t know about the concept of “love.” In all honestly, I just see him as a very naive person with too much money to spend (he’s extremely rich if I didn’t mention it). People either love him or hate him, though I feel like the fandom has been coming around to him lately, especially in the past few years, so he may not win the poll, but the discourse around him has left such a strong impression on me that I HAD to submit him. Personally, I love him he’s one of my favorite characters; I have a plushie of him :)"
- "Okay first of all I don't love or hate him I'm actually pretty neutral about him BUT I will defend him til the day I die because people who hate him hate him for like. the wrong reasons. Okay he started an idol war like he was 16 and wanted to change the idol system at Yumenosaki and none of the teachers did anything to like. actually turn these kids into idols and Eichi took things into his own hands. This guy is a rich chronically ill nepo baby and gay as hell which is incredibly important to the whole narrative and I still stand by the fact that like. if the adults at the school had done their job this wouldn't have happened and Eichi has shown a lot of growth and self reflection in the time since then (even though he is......essentially creating an idol factory to mass produce popular idols. anyway) and he regrets a lot of his actions during the war but also. objectively at least for one of the characters, if someone didnt do something about what was going on in that unit it would have ended incredibly badly (Shu Itsuki and Ex-Valkyrie which is another long story I am not going to get into but you can read Marionette if you want to know more about it and even as a Shu Producer I think it was necessary for his own character arc and development, as well as Nazuna and Mika's arcs. Anyway this isn't about them this is about Eichi) he's very complicated and I think people who hate him just because of the war are missing whole pieces of his character, yknow? He was just a kid with ideals and a lot of money and drive to create change and nobody was around to guide him in the right direction. I still don't understand how the teachers at this school have jobs if they just allowed four kids to get metaphorically executed on stage though."
- "i love him very much he’s kind of a bitch though so like i think he’s divisive enough to win it"
- ""how controversial can this idol gacha game boy possibly be" I have seen people unironically censor his name it's so funny. his haters are so. they hate any complex morally grey character and none of them can be normal about it. the amount of people I've seen making jokes about his terminal illness and how they can't wait until he dies is something else, and I've seen soooo many people unironically call him irredeemable and evil and that enstars would be better if he wasn't in it (as if eichi isn't the single most important character in enstars' plot like. literally most of the cast would never have met and bonded if it wasn't for him) and etc etc. his fans are also kind of rabid and hardcore but I respect that. he gives me brainworms too. I think the controversy might maaaaybe be largely only the western side of the fanbase...? bc his merch is still some of the most expensive in the entire series lol. an expensive boy few can afford... literally the character of all time. please appreciate him in this cat hoodie: https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/ensemble-stars/images/5/5d/Eichi_Tenshouin_Namja_Town.png/revision/latest?cb=20200109223739"
- "He is my special little guy my blorbo my funny little war criminal however he very much did commit a lot of crimes and people rightfully do not like him for it. However. To me, personally, he is my poor sick little meow meow. He is so fucked up and I love him for it. Men who were born all alone in a wet cardboard box am I right ?"
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The Dissection of Hazbin Hotel, Episode One: part 1
Hazbin Hotel is finally coming out and I want to talk about it!
Seems unreal, doesn’t it!? After four years it’s here, and it’s one of the biggest train wrecks I've ever seen with my own two eyes!
Like many people, I used to be a fan. I got into Hazbin at the end of 2021, and stayed with it until mid-2023, when I woke up to the series’ flaws and saw how horrible Vivziepop was as a person. But for that time, Hazbin gave me something to look forward to during a dark time in my life. I was excited for it. I liked the idea it would be a complex, dark, and nuanced look into some dark topics. I was convinced Angel’s trauma would be handled with care, because Addict handled it with care. I was convinced Hazbin would be a show that said “no one is beyond becoming a better person if they just make the decision to try, no matter how much bad they’ve done.” Being set in Hell, where the UNIVERSE ITSELF has given up on the souls damned there (the furthest extreme you can possibly get to), was a good way to exaggerate this conflict.
Spoilers: It wasn’t that! Apparently it was never meant to be that in the first place!
Vivziepop threw out the original premise that everyone loved in favor of a Heaven war! She ripped off the “Rose Quartz = Pink Diamond” reveal with Rosie-Lilith-Eve. By extension, they de-clawed Alastor by making him Rosie’s pawn. (I loved Alastor. I wanted to see more of his deranged self; I wanted to see what he would do when he was proven wrong when redemption was possible.)
When I watched Episode One, I started writing my thoughts down. Then I tripped and wrote 13,000 words.
So I’m gonna post them here as a review! It’s long, so I’m going to break it into four parts.
I can be very forgiving of flawed projects, but in regards to Hazbin, I’m petty. No nitpick is too small. I will compare it to the pilot (because it’s in that Viv-canon-limbo where you need to have seen it but she pretends it’s not canon), and I’ll have tangents and rewrite ideas.
The story-crafting for this show is one of the more important elements to me, so I give a lot of attention to that.
And there will be SPOILERS, including all leaks! So just be careful if you don’t want spoilers or leaks!
Let’s go!
Part 1: //
Part 2:
Part 3:
Part 4:
--Hazbin Hotel opens with a huge exposition dump about the supposed creation of Hell.
And IMMEDIATELY, we’ve run into a problem.
Sometimes, stories will open with lore dumps like this. They can be useful in giving the audience important knowledge, or setting the stage for the world. However, this lore dump provides us with neither of those things.
Even for people who aren’t religious (me), the story of Eden is really well known (even just the pop culture version of it.) That means you don’t need to tell us the creation story at this moment-- What we NEED right now is to understand what this version of Hell is like.
What info do we need in order to understand the setting of Hell that Charlie lives in?
Important stuff like this: Hell functions like a big city with laws, and isn’t like the pop-culture fire and brimstone image we might have; dead sinners manifest with new bodies and are exclusively in the Pride Ring, which makes them the property of Lucifer, and they’re immortal unless killed by angels; angels come down once a year to erase them to keep them from becoming too numerous. Emphasize that it’s like a shitty country, with shitty jobs and leaders, Lucifer at the tippy-top. Emphasize the Sinners’ fear of the annual exterminations -- emphasize that Charlie feels helpless but wants to save them.
Your job as a storyteller is to tell us what we need to know, when we need to know it.
Right now, we don’t need to know why Hell was created – we need to know how Hell WORKS in the present. That’s your goal, to bring us into the world.
The only necessary information this narration gives us is that “exterminations exist." Everything else about the deeper lore can be shown to us later, after we’ve had some time to get to know the world.
(Have this be a fairytale Charlie tells during an emotional, quiet moment; or in a flashback, Lilith tells this to a baby Charlie. Or it can be a musical number Lilith or Lucifer sings for her, trying to make themselves look better than they actually were.)
--“Angels are beings made of pure light who worshipped good and shielded all from evil.” WE’RE FIVE SECONDS INTO THIS AND ALREADY WE HAVE A HUGE THING TO UNPACK. Buckle up.
So Hazbin's lore goes like this: the Angels already exist, and they worship a vague figure of “Good” (who isn’t God), and defend people from “Evil” (who isn’t the devil, because Lucifer hasn’t rebelled yet.) Since Lucifer hasn’t rebelled yet, evil really shouldn’t exist yet. Where is this evil coming from?
(I have a bad feeling it’s Roo -- the Root of Evil, that character Viv drew years ago and said is a looming presence in the distance. Is Roo some kind of “eldritch abomination”, who existed before the angels? Sadly, I think that’s very likely, at this point.)
Either way: Good and Evil are forces that already existed at the start of creation, before Adam and Eve and everything else, and Lucifer and the Fallen Angels had nothing to do with it. Which just doesn’t mesh, if you’re going to have a Christian base for the lore.
Also: It says the angels defend people from Evil. But who are the angels defending? They explicitly show that humanity hasn’t been created at this point, because we see the birth of Adam in a few moments; so who the heck needed defending during this period of time!?
…
Alright, to get this out of the way: Hazbin Hotel won’t use God as a character, apparently because they don’t want to offend anyone, or so I heard. It’s something to debate; was this a good idea on their part, or is it cowardice? For me, I personally feel like it’s the latter. The show has already taken many other incredibly sacred figures and stories, and jumbled them up and tweaked them for the show’s awful lore -- and Viv has never cared about offending anyone before so why would she care now -- which is why it feels spineless to me, for them to NOT go all the way and just use the Capital G himself. Plenty of other stories have used the Christian God as a character just fine.
If they’re worried about doing it tactfully, the solution is to just… NOT write God as an asshole? Maybe try for some genuine sincerity in the writing for once? Make him the single character in the cast who is never played for a joke, and whose personality has no stupid quirks. Have him be very distant, maybe even locked in Heaven’s Palace, that way you don’t have to show him more than a handful of times, but the audience will know he exists; and use his limited screentime to make him display wisdom and warmth.
Maybe he acts like a distant observer of the Universe, and he clearly knows something we don’t; he tut-tuts at the bad things, but “This, You See, is how it Must Be. And by the end of the show he’s right because everything works out for the good. Or... something.
My point is, they already used all this other sacred stuff from the bible, they might as well go all the way. (Viv certainly didn’t have a problem using Lilith or vodou symbols, did she?)
--Lucifer was a dreamer who was deemed dangerous to the order of Heaven. Then he fell in love with Lilith for her fierce independence and they wanted to share free will with humanity.
This story. This rewriting of the usual biblical tale to make Lucifer sympathetic.
It just doesn’t work.
It also ties back to their refusal to use God as a character. The character of God was an INTEGRAL piece of this mythological story, and God and Lucifer were inseparably intertwined figures in it. Lucifer’s entire rebellion and “Pride” sin was against God. You could say... Lucifer has major fucking "Daddy Issues." (That's a phrase Alastor will say later!) To take away his Daddy Issues is just so lame.
Even worse, this story is trying to paint Lucifer as a misunderstood artist who cared about creation. (He's so different from the actual mythological figure, it makes you wonder what the point of even using these figures as characters is.)
…There are two possibilities.
Possibility One: I wonder if this is a “sanitized” version of the story that Lucifer tells Charlie to make himself look better. (This feels very much like one of those “history lessons” that a fantasy world will introduce to the characters early on, only for that history lesson to be shown as a lie later on.) But if that’s the case, it’s WEIRD for Hazbin Hotel to do that with the story of the Garden of Eden?? Everyone/most everyone in the audience will already know the gist of how the Eden story goes, so they'll know this retelling isn’t right -- so what, are we expected to wait for Charlie to gormlessly stumble into the truth, ~as a twist~ that GASP D:> her father INTENTIONALLY fucked humanity over!?!?!? HE DID IT ON PURPOSE AND ALL THE SUFFERING OF HELL WAS HIS GOAL!?!?!? DAD HOW COULD YOU. That’ll be a shitty twist. The audience already knows this, so it’ll just be pounding our heads into the wall waiting for Charlie to get there.
(And also, it’s very suspicious they don’t actually SAY what Lucifer’s “ideas and dreams” were for creation. So that could be a lie by omission that he uses for his fairytale. In reality, he might have had awful, shitty, malicious ideas, which Heaven stopped him from doing, and Lucifer’s been a big baby about it ever since.)
Possibility two: This is legitimately the retelling of the Eden story in the Hazbin Universe. Which just suuuuuuucks! If Lucifer was a kind, caring individual, why would he let his Hell Kingdom become a total SHITHOLE of suffering? Wouldn’t he be a kind ruler? Wouldn’t he try to run the ship better?
And it’s a horrible decision to woobify him in general. You’re seriously going to de-claw THE DEVIL? You’re gonna rip out his teeth and make him soggy!? You’re gonna make the King Of Evil, The Father of All Lies, LUCIFER, EMBODIMENT OF PRIDE, a wet meow-meow sadboy who did nothing wrong?? COME ON!! What makes Lucifer an interesting character IS THAT HE MADE THE CHOICE to fuck everything up on purpose! He’s interesting BECAUSE of how he, to this day, wants to ruin the Earth to stick it to God! You can’t just take that away from him!
It’s incredible that these two possibilities are on opposite ends of the spectrum, but both are unsalvageable. There is NO winning with this backstory. They fucked up.
--Ah wait there it is. The apple is the same color as the Vague Evil’s eye from above.
Yep….
Man, making Eve the twist villain of the story (before or after Roo shows up? Is Roo inside of Eve controlling her? It doesn’t matter). You couldn’t write a worst twist.
I ask you: Why is it Eve, and not Adam who is the secret twist villain? Or, why isn’t it Adam+Eve TOGETHER who are the twist villains?
If this were the only instance of female characters being demonized, I wouldn’t think anything of it -- but there is a clear pattern across all of Viv’s writing. Viv is a known misogynist, and this feels like an extension of her misogyny. Of course the twist villain is female. Of course Roo The Secret Eldritch Abomination is female. The male characters get sympathy, or stuff handed to them. Lucifer is a good lad who did nothing wrong! Alastor isn’t evil, he was hired to protect the Hotel and is a father figure to Charlie! ADAM got to go to Heaven and Eve didn’t!
I have absolutely no doubt that the blame will be put on Eve, and Adam will be given a pass because Eve tricked him to eat the fruit of knowledge, or something.
--Yep, this thing is animated like a Root. It’s totally Roo.
--Eyes… just like Roo’s root tongue. Yep.
--Heaven only allowed Lucifer to see the bad of humanity, never the good.
They really ARE trying to woobify him, aren’t they? At this point, the only way they could salvage any of this is by making this a sanitized bedtime story (which again wouldn’t work in itself.)
This is the fucking DEVIL we’re talking about.
He is the King of Hell, and therefore, he is the ruler of the Princes of Sin, the Ars Goetia, and the legions of Hell that are trying to corrupt the Earth! We see in Helluva Boss that demons do actually go to make Earth worse. If Lucifer is King and didn’t want this to happen, he has the power to stop at.
Plus: there are portals to go to Earth, and magic to watch the Earth as seen on Helluva Boss. So Lucifer has every means to look at the Earth any way he wants, and could see the good the Earth has to offer…… and it's because he’s the one bringing evil to the Earth in the first place in order to destroy good (technically to fight against God, but God ain't here, so "Good" it is.) That’s still Hell’s MO in this world. We’ve seen this on Helluva Boss, which is canon to this universe. And you cannot convince me that the King of Hell was “oblivious to it” or "the other royal demons have their own power and Lucy can't stop them" or some excuse like that, as if the Princes of Sin and the Ars Goetia are doing it secretly under Lucifer’s nose and Lucifer doesn’t know it’s going on. You cannot convince me of this.
Plus even then -- if Lucifer were still a sadboy who WANTS to see the good of the Earth (even if all he sees is the bad), that means… in theory, he has a “good heart”. So why isn’t he a kinder King?
Because this is either a fake fairytale or Viv is a bad writer who doesn’t think anything through. (It’s both.)
--Lucifer lost his spark, huh? What does that actually mean? Does it mean his title as King is only symbolic and he doesn’t do any ruling? (This can’t be right – we see later in the episode Lucifer still has some authority over various things, like meeting with Adam but foisting that responsibility on Charlie.) Does losing his spark just mean he gave up trying to be good, and now just revels in evil?
And, as the embodiment of Pride, shouldn’t Lucifer of all people be the most stubborn, unshakable person in existence? Instead of losing his SPARK, he should just grow jaded and bitter but still have that fire to prove he's better than everyone. He’s the King of Hell for a reason.
(And if Lilith thrives, why isn’t she the ruling Queen of Hell?)
--So Lilith uses her powers to Empower Demons…
This wording is VERY suspicious, and once again, feels like a sanitized bedtime story for Charlie.
What does empowering demons actually MEAN? Huh? It sounds very good in this fairytale, but look at the evidence presented to us. We see what Hell is like (...eventually.) It’s a shithole where everyone is suffering and constantly beating and killing each other. For all we know, her “empowering demons” actually means she encourages everyone’s worst behavior, gives sinners powers and weapons that they can use against each other, and is the reason why Hell is so awful.
…Oh god, if LILITH is the cause of Hell being bad, and Lucifer is a Good Boy who sits back and doesn’t do anything, then it’s another female character being written to fuck everything up!
(We don’t know when Eve takes Lilith’s spot, but I don’t think it’s quite at this point in history. So Eve doesn’t get the blame here just yet. Hopefully?)
--Overpopulation was always a bad motivation for Hazbin Hotel. I thought that even when I was a fan. Because: if Hell is a finite space where you can run out of room… then so is Heaven? If you start redeeming sinners for the sake of giving Hell more room… theeeeeen eventually HEAVEN is going to get overpopulated and run out of room. What then?
Hell also has other Rings the sinners are not allowed to go to. Are we going to mention the other Rings’ existence at any point? Will the idea of opening the other Rings up to sinners even be presented as an option at any point?
How much of Hazbin’s lore is going to be locked in Helluva Boss, unable to be shown in the series proper? Will the Princes of Sins, the Hellborn demons, the Ars Goetia ever make an appearance, or are they not allowed to? Will Charlie ever have to deal with the fact there is an entire slave caste in Hell, the Hellhounds? Is she going to free the Hellhounds? Imps are also oppressed, will the show ever explicitly TALK about that? Will the worldbuilding show us how imps, hellhounds, and Sinners intermingle in Pentagram City?
CAN HELLBORN DEMONS BE REDEEMED AND GO TO HEAVEN?
So many questions. And knowing Viv’s style, I highly doubt we’ll ever get any answers.
--So Charlie inherited her mother’s dream. But they completely neglected to mention what Lilith’s dream actually was. Do they mean she wants Charlie to “empowering sinners,” in general? Or did Lilith, specifically, want the exterminations to end?
They use such vague words, when this is one moment they should just give us a clear answer. This whole backstory was a mistake and a waste of time, but if you are going to use it to set up Charlie inheriting something from Lilith, you have to make it clear what she’s inheriting.
And also, while it’s not ENTIRELY a Chosen One scenario, in the pilot we got the sense that Charlie was the one who made the choice to try and help sinners, on her own. Now though, Charlie was GIVEN this dream by someone else, because she can’t have agency. It would be one thing if Lilith just taught Charlie to feel compassion (that would be fine, parents teach their kids morals all the time), but Charlie still came to the redemption conclusion on her own – it’s another for her to be said to have “inherited this from Lilith” or is carrying on Lilith’s legacy.
.................
With the opening monologue over, the only thing we know is that the lore is very messy. It has a Christian basis, but it's been fucked up so badly that it makes you wonder what the point even is.
Good and Evil are living eldritch forces that existed before creation and have nothing to do with God, Lucifer, or anything else like that.
There is no God, (who is the ENTIRE CENTRAL POINT for the biblical-inspired stuff in Hazbin); instead a whole Council of Elder Angels rules the universe.
Roo has no basis in anything.
I think in some tellings, Lucifer was the first Angel? Even if not, he was one of the highest. So Lucifer should be one of the ruling angels. They have to severely weaken him as a figure in order to make him under the control of the other angels. (After all, in Christian mythology, it's God who made Lucifer fall. Another way his absence fucks the story.)
And my final takeaway from combing over this lore is: why didn't Viv just make her own fantasy world? Everything in this show is only passingly similar to the stuff it's based on. If you're gonna take these aspects from religions and fuck with them so much, just make your own fantasy world where you can do whatever you want.
That was only the opening monologue. This is gonna be a long ride guys!
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Injustice Damien Wayne romantic concept, please???
Sure! I hope I got his lore correct :)
Yandere! Injustice! Damian Wayne Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Violence, Murder, Delusional thought process, Kidnapping, Blood, Jealousy implied, Gaslighting, Forced Relationship, Damian is hypocritical, Possible OOC Damian.
Damian in the Injustice timeline has potential to be a dangerous yandere.
He's been raised by assassins and actually killed Nightwing (not intentionally from what I read but it still happened-).
He left Batman, his father, to work for Superman's regime.
Damian does want to fight for a safer world even if people have to die.
He isn't a sadistic yandere, like many who side with the Regime he wants the world to be a better place.
He's a yandere who would think what he's doing is the best for his darling.
He's a bit delusional but his heart is somewhat in the right place.
Damian would want his darling to trust him and the Regime.
He wants you to believe him that this is the right way to keep you safe.
The Regime gets rid of threats permanently... think about it!
You'll be safe if you just join him.
Damian could've met you in many ways.
You could be a civilian he saved with Batman at one time who he befriended...
You could also work beside Batman like him...
You're a standalone vigilante...
The possibilities are endless.
Compared to his other Robin counterparts, Injustice! Damian is darker due to being able to kill.
The Code of Honor Batman follows is not fit for criminals in his mind.
This Damian doesn't mind murder if it's beneficial.
Damian is willing to delve into darker territories than most in this universe.
He sees everything he does for you as helping you and him.
Stalking is simply monitoring in his eyes.
It's all necessary to follow you from the shadows and rooftops.
Criminals prey on people like you, he's seen it.
Yet before they can even touch you... Damian will remove them.
I'm pretty sure this Damian would outright murder those who could hurt you rather than just incapacitate them.
He prefers to just get the job done, not leave it unfinished.
Murder coating his blade and outfit is something he's used to by now.
For the greater good.
Most of his yandere behavior is done out of sight unless he is making a point.
He carefully notes down who has the potential to hurt you and who he feels is getting a little too close.
Then he deals with them accordingly.
He feels murder is protecting you in his eyes.
You'll only ever see him covered in blood if he's stopping someone from hurting you in the act or you catch him.
He doesn't think you have to see him deal with these... vermin.
He would rather you see him in a better light.
Damian likes to meet you in person when he actually takes the time to make himself look appealing.
He holds romantic feelings for you regardless on how you feel about him and his beliefs.
He only wants you to see him as your hero.
Killing to protect the people is a necessary evil to him.
You should know he'd do anything to defend you, even if it means getting dirty.
Damian would eventually force his darling to support the Regime the more his feelings grow.
You'll be hesitant, he knows, yet he'll explain their message and intentions.
It's mostly all delusions but he is determined to keep you under Regime control.
That way he knows you're protected.
You can try to fight him... Damian knows how to incapacitate from Batman, however.
He'll never try to hurt you too much.
Just enough to make you compliant so he can keep you safe.
He's trying to help!
Damian can be charming, flirting with you and showing obvious interest in you when he talks to you.
He'd be stoic with jealousy.
Those who get too close to you are not safe though.
He may not kill them right off, he'd frame them and make them seem like a criminal to the Regime.
He'd plan it out, maybe even make you think they were planning to harm you, then get rid of them.
Damian is a hypocrite, like a lot of those on the Regime.
He makes you think you're unsafe to protect you.
He kills for you to protect you, yet many of the criminals he gets rid of did the same.
Damian doesn't care if you bring up such facts.
He just tells you he knows what he's doing, the Regime knows what they're doing...
He'll worry about what's going on for you.
Damian would kidnap you.
It's another case of "it'll protect you, I promise."
If he keeps you in a secure spot under Regime surveillance, it'll prevent him from worrying about you.
Part of him may feel what he's doing is wrong.
He quickly silences those thoughts, distracting himself with loving you.
Speaking of which, you most likely hate his guts for everything he's done.
The murders, kidnapping you, his delusions...
You wish he never listened to Superman.
Damian just tells you that you don't know what you want, or you don't know what you're talking about.
He'll gaslight you, making you rethink your own beliefs.
He'll try his best to give you physical affection and will tell you how much he loves you despite what he's done.
It's frustrating to him that you're fighting him for protecting you, yet he'll be patient.
Soon, you'll come around and accept he's right.
Sometimes this world requires necessary evil.
Damian thinks you just need to understand that.
Don't worry, no matter what happens he'll always love you...
Even if he has to use kidnapping and murder, just like the criminals he claims he hates.
#yandere injustice 2#yandere injustice 2 damian wayne#yandere robin#yandere nightwing#yandere damian wayne
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Oh wow! I wasn't expecting you all to like the mcd sona so much!!! But I'm so happy you do!! Thank you to everyone for the compliments and have a garroth in return!
(I just got my laptop back so I'm relearning how to render on csp bare with me lmfao)
Also!! Some of you showed interest in me making a minecraft roleplay of my own!!!!! I'm posting about it day to day on tik tok but!! If yall want to hear about it here I'll make posts!!
So under the cut has some info on that in the mean time! To see if anyone has any intrest ^^
I do not know what to call it rn so it has the temporary name of 'Villiage Tributes' which I hate but I suck at titles lmfaoo
Character design stuff and their info is at the bottom for now I'll talk about what I know I want video formatting and general universe lore wise ^^.
Video Format:
-whole the main focus will be on the storytelling there will be some just general playing minecraft aspects! Like the getting materials and building, because I liked a small amount of those ya know! And no one includes them at all anymore. :(
-audience feedback will be a HUGE part! Mainly in things like end pairings and junk so long as it doesn't compromise the writing ^^
-while the main medium will be well-minecraft lolol, I would want to have some scenes/ Intros be done with art/animatics!!! To make up for some parts where minecraft may lack the proper ommf lmfao (like when a important character in introduced the first scene will be drawn to better show off character designs and junk!
Universe Lore:
-it will be kind of a skyrim kingdom build- where there is a major central city and leader, and a bunch of regional lords as well, maybe like a council thing? Oh?
-there are currently 3 major love interests! (For the mc) they will get individual posts but here are just the uh, biggest tropes? With them?
-Guard x Noble (come on i- how can I not?? Mcd or not it's necessary for medival fantasy come ON)
-Flirt Hopeless romantic x oblivious (it's cute trust me)
-Villian x hero (i- come on come ON)
Also!!! There's a possibly poly options!!!! (Not with the villian so sorry lads)
-this is taking place directly after a giant Civil War for the rights of Animal and Magic Folk! So the world we enter in is currently recovering and rebuilding and has gone through MASSIVE social and legal changes!
-we won't be originally starting off in a village! We will be starting in something more of a camp/ settlement? And ontop of everything we will be going through the process of getting it legally recognized as a village!!
Character designs and some info!
Mc
Yeah, I know, I never promised I wouldn't be cringe. Most of
Name: Mello
Pronouns: Any/ all
Powers: under construction
Most of the backstory is top secret for now lol.
Fun fact:
-Stims when upset by frantically tapping a finger against her palm
Love intrest 1:
(He is getting a ref remake because I did this on my phone and on a day where I just could- NOT draw for the life of me!)
So! This is getting way to long- so I will make follow up posts if yall want so!! Let me know! I'd LOVE to chat about it! There is so much work I'm doing all the time and I have so much lore
#art#oc art#digital art#mcd garroth#mcd art#mcd#aphmau mcd#minecraft diaries#minecraft#roleplay#roleplay series#minecraft series
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A Prince's Lot by @clotpolesonly
Art by @thotpuppy
For the @stacksonreversebang
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore
Rating: T
Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Prince Jackson Whittemore, Prince Stiles Stilinski, Prince Derek Hale, Prince Peter Hale, King Sheriff Stilinski, Magical Stiles Stilinski, Kanima Jackson Whittemore, AU Kanima Lore, kanimas do not need a master, Jackson Whittemore is a Hale, Rivals to Lovers, Sparring, Swordfighting, Childhood Trauma, Warning: Gerard Argent, Peter Hale Not Being An Asshole, Family Bonding, Jackson Whittemore Needs A Hug, Slow Burn
Summary:
“Tell me what I’m walking into again?”
Derek glanced at him, his expression unimpressed. He was of the opinion that Stiles was more worried than necessary about spending an indefinite amount of time with people he hardly knew, and some he didn’t know at all. Stiles was of the opinion that he worried the exact right amount about everything at all times. Especially when one of the people he was going to be stuck with was preceded by a rather unflattering reputation.
Derek said Jackson was alright, once you got to know him. Cora said Jackson was an uptight ass whom she loved against her better judgment. Courtiers said Jackson was frigid and unkind, practically a recluse, and crassly lowborn and human to prove it, unlike the rest of his werewolf family.
None of it painted the picture of someone who Stiles could look forward to spending a few weeks with while he waited to hear news of his father’s death, his throne’s usurpation, or his kingdom’s destruction.
First of all, HUGE shoutout to fridge for putting this bang together. I definitely created a lot more a lot faster than I would have otherwise, and I absolutely relish the opportunity. These two portraits here are genuinely some of my favorite pieces I have ever done, and I am SO incredibly thankful for Clot for being inspired by my work and my prompt to create something so much bigger than I think either of us were really anticipating considering how small the minimum requirement for this bang was. I'm so happy to have been able to inspire her (and my other bang partners) to create something new for what has quickly become one of my favorite pairings for this fandom.
I can't wait to settle down and read what I am sure is another Clot Masterpiece. I hope you all enjoy as well!
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#stackson#stiles stilinski#jackson whittemore#stackson reverse bang 2023#teen wolf#teen wolf fanart#teen wolf fanfic#my art
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Are Prologues Worth Your Time?
It felt like every book I picked up when I was a kid and a teenager had a prologue. I thought they were super deep and essential foreshadowing, but then I went to college for creative writing.
You know what every professor taught?
Prologues are outdated and unnecessary.
I was shocked. Not that I’d ever say that I had only read the greatest books (many were trash—and some, beloved trash), but how could so many published books have outdated and unnecessary prologues where they’re supposed to hook a reader?
Here are a few thoughts you can consider when unwrapping this problem for yourself.
Give Your Prologue a Purpose
There are two primary purposes for prologues:
They give the reader a glimpse of a future event in the plot (like a movie trailer).
They give the reader a glimpse into the fictional world’s past to set the scene for the current world (like a flashback).
You don’t necessarily need to put a prologue in your manuscript. Your reader will likely get hooked from the first chapter you’ve worked so hard on. However, if your character/world/conflict will drastically change later, you can make the reader wonder, “How does it get from here to there?” after the first chapter with a prologue.
Flashback prologues are also helpful. A handful of pages could introduce the reader to a conflict (a deity getting betrayed by other gods and cursing all humans to forget they exist) that sets the tone/explains why your universe exists the way it does (every single character and person in the novel doesn’t know about gods because their history has been wiped from their minds, but the protagonist meets one of the gods who betrayed the antagonist deity and wants others to see/hear them too).
How to End a Prologue
Your prologue should end with the reader fully engaged, but wondering—WHAT?!
This might mean that you write your prologue (after deciding on one of the purposes mentioned above) when you’ve finished your manuscript. You’ll know exactly which historical or future point in your world will be most relative to your plot and the most captivating for your reader.
If George R.R. Martin had become inspired to write Game of Thrones based on an idea like this—historically powerful households go to war with each other to regain the most powerful throne in the realm, based on their various birthrights—and written the prologue immediately, we never would have been introduced to the potential-dead-brought-back-to-life in the actual prologue.
You gotta admit, zombies are a much more gripping hook than political rivalries. Especially when there are so many rivalries and so much history to learn before the tension builds!
When a Prologue May Be Necessary
Sometimes writers feel that their first few chapters are basically info dumps. You may have created a complex world with lots of history, lore, and ongoing conflict. The reader has to understand it all in the first five chapters, but it makes your story read like a textbook.
Prologues can help by summarizing the most important information the reader has to grasp to enjoy your manuscript. Challenge yourself to write some flash fiction (in this case, ~1-3 pages) about your novel’s world to see if you can create a prologue that condenses the most essential info for the reader. You can edit the next few chapters to see if they have better flow/pacing.
Reasons to Avoid Writing a Prologue
You may need to remove your prologue or pass on writing one if you agree with any of these factors:
The info explained in the prologue (history, initial conflict) reappears later in the plot.
You’re including the prologue because your first chapter is boring (just rewrite the first chapter—it will likely still feel boring even with an amazing prologue).
You feel like you have to have one. (This is common in fantasy/sci-fi.)
You want a prologue to set the mood for your story. (That’s the job of your first chapter.)
You need a prologue to do all of your world-building. (Introducing the reader gradually to your world through action-based events the first few chapters is much more engaging than an info-dump prologue.)
Make Your Decision After Getting to Know Your WIP
I tend to think of prologues as something you consider and potentially write well after developing your WIP. Get to know your characters, your plot, the stakes, and the world’s history/conflict before deciding if a prologue would hook your readers. You can always write it in a separate document/page and play around with removing/adding it with beta readers.
#writeblr#prologues#writing a prologue#writing tips#writing advice#creative writing#writers of tumblr
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a bit more serious/negative note on childes characterization and fandom perception, saw a post where the tone upset me quite a bit
i did do a whole vent/rant/cathartic 2.4k words of writeup on this yesterday which like did help clear my thoughts a lot but in hindsight is way too long to just release by itself so i suppose ill just summarize my thinking now
so i would really appreciate it if a certain subset of childe fans reading his character a specific way (the trauma, identity crisis, dark abyss experiences, etc. - you know the one) could stop acting as if its this like. superior canon proven hoyo intended most real and intellectual way to look at his character and interpret his narrative. as opposed to just one reading of the canon material among others. and im sure most people are civil but ive seen this tone enough to just need to get this off my chest rn.
like im not "missing" something or being "tricked" (what?) by childe or the narrative. its not some naive ignorance about this reading being a thing and the ways people argue for it. ive read his lore. p much memorized it rly. and i simply did not find the arguments that compelling or feel that inserting this additional layer of subjective interpretation atop my understanding of the canon text did much to enhance childes narrative potential or characterization for me.
simply put. applying this super strict irl psychology logic (bc yes a real 14 yo going thru some irl version of ajax' backstory would get severe psychological disturbances as p much given. i know what the DSM-V is) to fantasy game characters isnt how i enjoy engaging with childe or any character really.
genshin is a fantasy game and fantasy as a genre has always readily sidestepped things like realistic psychological consequences of various heavy experiences in favor of building a compelling narrative whenever necessary. i dont find arguments relating to irl psychology particularly relevant at all on the subject really. if you enjoy this approach, go on, have fun! but please understand that its an interpretation that people can disagree without being "wrong" or failing some arbitrary reading comprehension test.
like the dismissive tone i see from people who simply cannot comprehend that like no, this take isnt some universal truth of hoyos that every person will glean from reading up on childes lore and appearances if theyre big brain and intellectual enough is just... really fucking rude? and alienating.
im not going to go on a like whole ramble on all the things that i personally see very much as hinting towards childes characterization going quite a different direction than this popular heavy self-doubt, psychological angle would suggest. its my interpretation after all, and could be proven wrong the way any interpretation can. but for now ive read his lore for years and looked into every single tidbit that involves him and so far hoyos writing of him hasnt given me any convinving case for changing my view drastically anytime soon. and id just like to be allowed to exist in this fandom space without being randomly jumpscared by posts alleging im reducing his character to this or that just bc i see his greatest narrative potential elsewhere.
theres enough insane shit and incredibly interesting lore relating to his overall role in the story and the cosmic scale of teyvat as a whole to be invested in already. like taking childes character as depicted to us and how in-game content characterizes him at a relative face value as opposed to seeking an implied internal struggle of sth hidden and repressed is me simply finding that take the most unique, fascinating, horrifying, compelling and exciting way to see him instead. thats what i love about him and his character. like im sorry, in my eyes the dark past corrupting innocence and trauma angle has just been done to death already in media. childe can have something actually different and breaking those tropes is what makes him stand out for me!
anyway. this whole situation is not sth i wanna start flaming ppl for or make into some drama, i try my best to stay on my lane and let ppl live even if i disagree w these sorta takes on childe. and i just wish for that grace to be extended towards myself too.
#like this attitude literally drove me off genshin fandom and childe content one time already im just tired#im sorry this got so negative but man.#and like do not fucking make this into a debate on whose interpretation wins im talking about basic respect. i WILL block you#rambles#genshin#childeposting#long post
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Villager and Illager Thoughts - headcanon
Thinking about the way society works with my silly little MC world...
Villagers probably have large sections of the world where they populate it, some villages are bigger than others and are very valuable trading places, but all villages are far enough away from each other that you'd have to use a horse or minecart to reach them, and even then, it might take a day or two.
I imagine theres wandering traders that group together in caravans, but nothing too big. maybe if you pay them a few emeralds they'll drop you off by a town in a few days. They're nomadic people, hardly ever staying for than a week, if that. They're always happy to see people, any new traveler is a customer and friend. Super friendly. Some can be sleazy, but they'll never give you items you can live without. Important fellows to those that live far away from any exotic places. They most likely know all or many languages, both spoken and written. It's better for business. I think to think they even raid temples at times!!! Maybe going though Jungle or Desert Temples just to leave things behind or take items,,
I think Illagers make plans of the best areas to build their strong beautiful mansions, and look for stable ground to build their outposts. I would think they have a way of communicating with those in the Mansion, maybe the ones that live there are more important or higher ranking. It seems like Evokers have a high status among other Illagers. Pillagers being the bottom of course. I also want to include more Illagers like those that were included in MCDungeons. They seem like so much fun, and different forms of magic usage seems logical. I mean Iceologers, Geomancers, and Wind Callers are all super interesting and really important to magic lore in the MC universe as a whole.
I do not consider Witches, Illagers (and neither does minecraft iirc) They all kinda just vibe and feel like they have their own lives. Not exactly violent, but curious and mischievous in ways that Villager culture clashes with. They all live on their own, but some make deals with Illagers or Villages. Their magic and potions in exchange for protection or resources. I imagine every village that contains a Cleric, knows of at least one Witch they can learn from, even if its gotta be in secret. I agree almost wholeheartedly with RetroGamingNow's interpretation of the Witch, I think its clear and makes a lot of sense, it's what i assumed for a very long time anyways. I feel like Witches are a fairly new source of magic in the world, compared to Illager and Villagers. This leads to them being seen as lesser than and never fitting in with either group. They rally in the ways of excitement, curiosity and overall, being true to one's self and never feeling sorry for being different. Witches are one of the most diverse groups, many of which are highly skilled and dangerous, but wouldn't hurt a fly without reason. Super happy group, some are hybrids or weren't even born Witches. My idea is there are Witches that are born as just that, and are brought up in the culture. The others are folks who practice witchcraft and chose to align themselves with the philosophy. (they refer to themselves as Witches if they'd like, its not required)
I touched on it a fair bit earlier, but, I had the idea that Villagers were also a being capable of magic. I like to think that the Iron Golems they spawn are from magic. villagers can create and build things when absolutely necessary or for their work, but they do not partake in magic since it is a lost art in their culture. However, the summoning of an Iron Golem unlocks a very deep connection with their world, allowing them to create life from (seemingly) nothing. (it actually does consume materials, it just takes those materials directly from the world from random places) A village will usually construct one themselves the physical way, but if under enough stress and fear, one can be summoned. Depending on the threat, it can be a permanent form, or just disappear after the Villager is safe. Illagers cannot do this, their connection with the Golem was cut as soon as they decided their fates. Iron Golems will only ever protect Villagers as Illagers are capable of protecting themselves. Although a Ravager is close to a Golem, I don't know how to fully implement them, as they must be fairly new to their technology.
Those are all my thoughts right now, things are subject to change. But yeah :0)
#minecraft#minecraft theory#minecraft headcanons#minecraft villagers#minecraft illagers#loreofmyworld
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So... how much of a clusterfuck was The Winchesters finale?
A massive one, in my humble opinion. This show turned out to be a classic bait and switch. It got sold to the audience as one thing, but with the conclusion turned out to be something else completely.
Let's just start off with the biggest issue - the story of John and Mary and how their love saved the world? Complete bullshit. John and Mary had nothing to do with the final conclusion of the series. They were not even the John and Mary that we grew to know and have deeply conflicted feelings about. They were an alternate version, existing in one of the many alternate universes that Chuck liked to play with. They weren't Sam and Dean's parents and might not ever come to have a Sam and/or Dean of their own.
This is, IMO, exceedingly sloppy writing. We knew from the very start that this was the most likely scenario, as there was no way that TW would fit in with original SPN cannon without massive retcons so this allowed the writers to basically thrown cannon into the shredder because nothing mattered. They could screw around with the mythology and do whatever they wanted because it's an alternate universe. As a writer, this pisses me off because even when writing AUs, there need to be some ground rules to connect with the premise of the original series. This just gave them an out for poor research and sloppy writing.
Which brings us to another major problem. How was there an alternate universe for Dean to play around in when we were told in the final season of SPN that Chuck had destroyed every reality except for the one that our Sam and Dean existed in. Unless Jack went out of his way to create a universe for Dean to jump into, there was no way for this to work with SPN lore. If Jack was now God and could fix all of the damage Chuck had done, why didn't he just deal with the Akrida? Why did Dean need to step in to protect the reality that Sam was currently still living in?
Then we have the biggest issue and that was how Dean was used. Or rather, Jensen since there wasn't a whole lot of Dean there. When the series was first announced and Jared's/Sam's fans were livid that he was being completely excluded from the series (and hadn't even been told that Jensen was ready to move ahead with it before the announcement was made), we were assured that this was all about John and Mary and that Dean would be, at most, a passive narrator. That Jared wasn't deliberately excluded and all would make sense. Well, it did make sense that we were lied to. Whether they realized that trying to make the show about John and Mary just wasn't resonating with the audience and tossing Dean into a more active role was something of a hail Mary, or this was the plan all along, Dean ended up being not just the McGuffin, but the hero of the story. He gets to save the day and all of reality.
This makes it painfully clear that this show wasn't about trying to explore other stories in the SPN universe. This was about Jensen's ego. That he was still upset that his character wasn't the last man standing, even when he admits that narratively it made more sense for Sam to be. This was about giving him the opportunity to be the big solo hero without having to share screen time with Jared. I can't say whether this was what Jensen and CM had originally planned or whether it became necessary to salvage the lackluster storyline, but it turned out to be an empty exercise of hubris and ego.
And I'm sorry, but trying to excuse Sam's erasure by having Dean claim that he was doing this because he had "family" in his own verse (who he couldn't even bring himself to call by name) was a cheap cop out. It doesn't make up for how Jensen and Dannell acted when putting this mess together and how he treated Jared. It was a slap in the face to the majority of the SPN audience, who watched because we loved both the brothers.
If there is any justice in the universe, the network will see this as the failure that it was and that the SPN legacy should never have been put in the hands of an inexperienced production company or when one of the leads is deliberately excluded. TW does not in any way warrant or need a second season and this should been tossed away a the failed experiment that it was.
Sorry Jensen, but you shat the bed. This dumpster fire is all on you.
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do you like reading fantasy? do you like magical swords, wizards and dragons? do you want to get into anime/manga but dont know how? well im a weeb and a fantasy nerd who has nothing better to do so here are some recs ig
Do you like the Cosmere for the convoluted magical systems and the creative ways the magic is used in fights? Watch Jujutsu Kaisen. First season has 24 episodes, there is one prequel movie (good place to start too) and a second season coming soon. You could also read the manga, but I personally think the anime is easier to follow and overall more enjoyable to me (on the other hand, the manga comes with Extensive notes on how the magic works so you might prefer that). Another good show is Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood (on Netflix, 64 episodes).
Do you like the Cosmere for the interconnected large universe and The Lore(tm)? Get into Fate. You know how Cosmere fans loooove talking about timelines and where to start with the Cosmere? You can do that again with Fate, even more complicated this time! A good place to start would be either Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Blade Works or Fate/Zero. Both are on Netflix, UBW has 26 episodes and Zero has 25. You could go straight to the source material, the visual novels, but I haven't played them so I can't talk about them.
Do you like Realm of the Elderlings, or historical fantasy? Watch Vinland Saga. The first season has 24 episodes, second one is currently coming out weekly (close to finishing), and it is on Netflix. Haven't read the manga but it seems to have some really good art. Another option would be (I think) Berserk, but since I haven't read/watched that, I can't really say. SIDENOTE but if you like Black Sails you should also check out Vinland Saga im so serious. BS isnt fantasy but i needed to get that out there.
Do you like The Locked Tomb? This one is quite obvious but watch Revolutionary Girl Utena, it inspired the books *a lot*. It has 39 episodes, a movie and a manga, general consensus is that the manga is not very good so just watch the show. Look up trigger warnings. And you might also want to check out Puella Magi Madoka Magica (the original show has just 12 episodes, theres a lot of extra content but I have not seen/read the rest so i would say its not necessary).
Do you like an epic adventure and a giant world filled with amazing places to explore? Completely unironically you SHOULD read or watch One Piece. Fantasy fans already get into gargantuan book series with thousands of pages what is a thousand episodes to you? I assure you it is worth it. Hunter x Hunter is also good, I can't say much about it because I just started it recently.
More general recs under read more.
Little Witch Academia. Cute fluffy show about teenage witches. Some similarities with The Owl House on Disney.
Witch Hat Atelier. Manga only for now, follows a young girl who gets taken in as a witch's apprentice, has some darker elements.
Re: Zero. Guy from our world gets sent to another world and then dies a bunch of times. Psychological horror in a fantasy setting.
Akatsuki no Yona. Princess goes on an adventure to find legendary dragons and save her kingdom. Some romance.
Vanitas no Carte. Vampires in a steampunk setting. Gay (?)
Black Clover. Basically whatever you think Naruto is about, but shorter and more goofy. Boy with no magic wants to the greatest wizard of all time, gets beefy.
Ghibli movies: Kiki's Delivery Service, Ponyo, Princess Mononoke, The Tale of Princess Kaguya, The Castle in the Sky, The Cat Returns, Spirited Away. These movies are more on the magical realism / low fantasy side.
Noragami. Supernatural. Gods and spirits are real and walk among us, the story follows a god who has no followers and a girl who accidentally becomes half-spirit. Some cool fights. Really great music.
Shadows House. Creepy house where shadow people live, along with their "living dolls".
Dungeon Meshi. Manga with upcoming anime, havent read it but seems like a fun adventure with some horror elements (?) but mostly about cooking and monsters.
#welp#i wish i had more interesting recs sadly im basic#take these with a grain of salt i made this out of boredom and a need to distract myself so i didnt spend too much time on this
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I've always had a deep respect for those who find solace and a path toward compassion in their faith. In contrast, some use their faith as a bludgeon. A justification to isolate. To judge. To dominate and control.
I think most fundamentalists fall into this latter camp.
For those who don't know Paul and Morgan are Christian influencers. Morgan, at one point tried to a have a career in music. She struggled with depression and anxiety and claims she found Christ and serenity through her husband Paul. They now openly reject mainstream entertainment and the licentious ways of Hollywood and the music industry; maybe, as Harvey Weinstein and the string of sex scandals have shown us, not without some merit. Although personally, I do not believe that the cure for excess is deprivation.
In this video they address and have a dialog with more fundamentalists Christians about a very important topic:
IS TAYLOR SWIFT A WITCH?
Like a lot of their content, this premise is laughable.
Or would be if it hadn't taken hold so deeply among a small, powerful and increasingly aggressive minority of fundamentalist believers. Ignorance can be a weapon.
Paul and Morgan come down on the more progressive side of fundamentalistism "Taylor Swift is filled with evil, but not a witch that's ridiculous. And you can curse sometimes". The opposing view is much more hard line.
What struck me about this video is how much it reminded me, not of my own days at church but of similar debates I've had around the Dungeons and Dragons table. Arguing about the intentions and mental state of mindflayers, dragons or other mystical creatures of lore. Why? Because both are fundamentally exercises in imagination.
If the relationship these people have with God was genuine, or if the God they all claim to believe in was real wouldn't this debate be unnecessary? Wouldn't it be impossible? If the divine experience was truly a universal one, there would not be such a subjective fracturing of its experience. The divine and omnipotent would be felt universally, like fear or love or the taste of mint peppermint patties.
Instead it is divided into religions, which are divided into sects, which are divided into sub sects which are divided into petty informal fractional conflict like what we see here.
People can like or dislike the taste of mint peppermint patties. But all of us, when we taste one can identify it from some other flavor. In contrast the abstractions and stories we tell ourselves are infinitely fungible, perfectly subjective and completely at the mercy of our hidden psychology.
What I see when I watch these discussions between opposing camps of fundamentalism is not an uncovering of some obscured objective truth, but a conflict during a session of shared story telling. The same way I and my dorky friends might have a disagreement about whether a mindflayer should be susceptible to a charisma check, here is a group of people arguing about the rules of a game they all play in their heads.
This is not an inherently bad thing. The activity is social. It builds cohesion. It is necessary even. The conflict can sometimes be a happy one, filled with levity and the joy of that comes from elaborating on a shared frame of reference. Flirting is this kind of game. So is friendship. It's good for the soul.
The problem arises from the coercion. They are calling this woman a witch. This is a silly thing that can become dangerous quickly. A handsome YouTube couple discussing if someone is or isn't evil and or a witch doesn't pose a direct threat to anyone. But what if this shared story becomes widely accepted? Taken as truth and played for more than a joke? What if it is given some kind of actionable power?
We have the answer. It ends in the murder of women, the wretched and the socially isolated. We've seen it play out in cultural and historical context after cultural and historical context.
And there is nothing funny about a silly story told as the truth when someone's life is on the line.
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