#I was going to write something more complicated

[merakiui]

I NEED to hear your thoughts on regretful yanderes in the twst cast. i’m starving for crumbs pls just write the most depraved shit imaginable😭

👁 👁 regretful yans!!!!!

Floyd who regrets being so rough with you initially because now you’re terrified of him and he’s trying so hard to change your perception of him—to no avail, for you’re always going to feel uneasy around him. </3 still, he won’t give up in this pursuit.

Jade who regrets breaking you too early. It’s just no fun if there’s nothing new to pick apart. He doesn’t regret your circumstances, nor does he feel a shred of remorse. He does, however, regret his own lack of patience. Had he acted differently, perhaps you wouldn’t be a shell of your former self just months into captivity. What a shame. He really was hoping for more.

Jamil who regrets not coming between you and Kalim sooner. If he’d done so, perhaps you wouldn’t have been made to be Kalim’s partner and maybe then you’d still have some semblance of freedom despite being a servant like he is. Maybe it was better when it was you and Jamil because at least then you were equals who could confide in one another. But now he serves you, and you’re always meant to be just out of his reach, as are many of life’s greatest pleasures.

Malleus who regrets not meeting you sooner. There’s something about you that sticks with him. It’s like the two of you click. Like you’re one of the missing puzzle pieces needed to make him feel whole. You’re so bright and sweet. It’s a shame he couldn’t have met you sooner. Perhaps your presence would have served to soothe the ache of ever-present loneliness back when he was but a small youth.

Sebek who regrets treating you so harshly. Because of this, you’re so averse to him. It doesn’t help that he’s finally come to terms with what he’s been feeling all this time. How is he to confess if you’re always avoiding him!!! Just when he thinks he ought to turn his nose up and huff, grumble about how he shouldn’t even bother giving a human his heart, he realizes you’d probably never accept it anyway. You’ve made your dislike of him clear, and he’s been told countless times by Silver and Lilia that his behavior drives you away and any hope of forming a friendship is strained by his views on you. Sebek just has a complicated jumble of feelings, and his love for you makes it even more confusing. One day you’ll come around to him. One day…

Riddle who regrets subjecting you to the same treatment his mother did to him when he was little. Because of this, you trip over yourself in an effort to be his perfect partner, to keep yourself in check lest you break some absurd rules that give Riddle reason to punish you. At one point, you just,,,, break. And now you’re nothing more than a sad, empty doll. Riddle feels horrible! It’s all his fault you’ve been reduced to this. >_<

Cater who regrets pushing you away. He’s always standing at the edge of “more than friends,” but he never surpasses that. He can never know best friends (even though he calls everyone his bestie). He can never know love (even though he likes to call himself a master matchmaker). He can never know what lies beyond that line of temporary relationships because every part of his life has been temporary and fleeting, as if it’s merely a film roll destined to burn away much sooner than he anticipates. So Cater keeps you at an arm’s length, if only to spare himself the heartbreak. And as a result he turns to stalking you, to immersing himself in your Magicam presence to keep up with you outside of his very casual friendship with you. He was content to push and push because you kept within his orbit, so stubborn despite his best efforts. But now all of the pushing has finally worked and for the first time he realizes it’s not enough to simply watch from afar.

#twisted chit chat

[guilty-shot-au]

Okay, I have been meaning to say this for a while, because I think this is a noticeable problem in our community:

Every ask matters And yet there are NONE

Do you feel bored in this RP fandom?

Tired of browsing a rarely updating tag?

Notice how half the community is joining ask games?

Ever wonder why many OS RP blogs go almost completely inactive?

Notice how there's half a dozen boring and slow as hell arcs going on recently?

This is because many blogs get NO asks at all. Popular or not.

Even OS Game RP giants like @diginiko-asks and @nyat-a-cat (currently shadowbanned so ask @the-kerfus-machine ) can experience a complete lack of asks sent sometimes!

And we need YOU to send some to the blogs you follow!

No matter what you send, no matter if they get answered or not, having asks to answer is good for everyone!

If you find yourself constantly waiting for asks all day, without actually sending asks out yourself, you are a part of the problem!

This community thrives on interaction, not waiting!

Want to help this community? Want to improve people's days? Try sending three or more asks to random blogs a day!

Feel anxious to send asks? Nobody in this RP will do anything to you, and the characters do not reflect any of the blog runners intentions. Also, the anon option is there for a reason! Always remember that you have good intentions!

Feel like you will worsen someone's day by sending an ask? As long as you follow the rules set by the blog runner, you won't! At worst, it's a forgivable annoyance.

And if you are running an RP blog, remember: you are not obligated to reply to any asks sent, do not let this hobby cause you burnout.

"Oh, but I don't know who to ask!"

Just browse the "#OS game RP" tag, it's more effective than you might think at finding new blogs!

Check the blogs you follow, there's likely an RP blog or two you forgot about.

There's already large lists of OS game RP blogs out there, check out Mapmaker's interview list and the fifh masterpost!

"Oh, but I don't know what to ask!"

Here's some ideas:

Philosophy, hobbies, and specific preferences are simple topics to form questions in, and can tell a lot about a character!

Ask something as YOUR character! - Have a casual conversation between two different characters with someone else in a thread, share lore on the way, tell stories, and have fun!

Question some lore! - If you can ask something regarding a character's backstory, especially to fill in the potential plot holes, that can be very healthy for the writing side of running an RP blog!

A lot of blogs are actually fine with M!As, if they are simple or interesting!

Found yourself questioning or answering something interesting out of RP? Great ask!

Found something interesting in a quiz? That's a great ask idea!

Came up with something that would probably cause funny reactions? - Ask away!

Heard a silly question in general? Great! Guess who you can redirect it to!

Remember: Questions do not have to be complicated! Don't feel bad if something of yours does not get answered, because you had good intentions in the end!

But I am never going to tell you to send people random nonsense just for them to not have empty inboxes, so try to avoid:

Random memes/words - These are hard to work with and are unlikely to lead to interesting things.

Basic compliments - Most characters will probably say "thanks", unless they have a backstory for it.

Repeating jokes - No one's gonna have fun if you just send "Fifh" to Freeware entity for the 15th time without putting a unique twist on it.

Spam, NSFW, exc. - Just no.

In general, it's best to put thought in your asks.

If you have anything to state on the topic, please do so in the reblogs. I encourage you to check them.

Share this around and tell your friends to send out asks regularly!

Anyways good night, sleep deprived ramble over.

#os game rp #guilty-shot-news #guilty-shot-rps

[cenittxnadir]

A little fever (Nightcrawler x Reader)

Okey, so this is my very firt story with Kurt. I´ll be posting more soon about him, for the moment I will only write about him. So please tell me if you like it or if you some ideas. You know the drip, english is not my first lenguage... nor german...

Having free time was something new within the mansion, now with Magneto in charge of the institute and reorganizing the activities among the inhabitants of the mansion, he left several mutants without many responsibilities other than taking care of the minors and ensuring that they complete their tasks and training. Because yes, Magneto may be a terrorist and a murderer, but he will never be irresponsible towards education, especially towards the youngest members of the house. So every day he personally made sure that each and every one of the young people attended their classes.

Very responsible on his part, but it does not take away the feeling of discomfort in some of the members, especially the X-Men like Wolverine or Scott, -the only thing they have agreed on since Professor Xaver died-

However, this didn't bother you that much, since you shared the idea with Rogue of giving Magnus a second chance. Because if life had given you a second chance to do things well and help others with your powers, why would you be the one who would deny it to someone else who in the end only seeks to continue with the Professor's dream. Maybe a very innocent or naive move on your part in wanting to see the best in the worst situations but they couldn't blame you either, that's what happens when you live for a long time with a certain blue ex-priest.

Kurt Wagner or better known as Nightcrawler is famous among the mansion even though his humility does not allow him to recognize it, but he is very loved within the mutant community, both at the institute and in Genosha. Since his arrival at the mansion, Kurt has been the echo of the people who continue their struggle and the voice of those who cannot raise it due to the impunity that lives in a world where being different was wrong.

But for you, more than a spokesperson or a faithful follower of God's teachings, he was a man, a very good one whom you had the fortune of calling boyfriend and sharing life with him for a couple of years now.

Unfortunately, being someone who was too influential within the community, Magneto relied a lot on him and his professionalism to deal with complicated issues within Genosha. He was recently offered the position as Faith Group Mediator in Genosha and it was definitely not an opportunity he would pass up, there was so much to do and learn. But Kurt is still one person against the hundreds of problems that a nascent nation can have, the poor man was exhausted but his determination to help was greater than his physical or emotional ailments.

You had been living apart for a couple of months now, the problem was not the distance, Megneto was kind to you and gave you access to the Jet as many times as you wanted so you could go visit him, but like Kurt, you were also someone important among the X-Men, you were a very good teacher and guide for the younger ones who were just awakening their abilities and Magneto needed you in that area. It was not an easy decision for the two of you but it was a good opportunity to explore new areas in your lives, you as the one in charge of guiding and educating the new generations and him as a founding member of the nation that would accommodate those new generations.

Lately due to both of their workloads it has caused communication to be minimal, but this would soon change for you since the holidays were approaching and you would have more free time and the possibility of visiting him for a couple of weeks but the problem is that Kurt was not answering your messages or calls, worried you went to the person you least expected to go to discuss a topic of this type.

It was the 5th turn you had taken in the hallway that led to Magneto's office door. You didn't know how to start the conversation or how to ask him, maybe Kurt was very busy and going to visit him would only delay him in his work and you didn't want that to cause him problems with Magneto, even though he now plays for the good guys you are still afraid of him. Whatever the reason Kurt wasn't responding, you had to make a decision right then and there.

A couple more turns and you almost left marks from your shoes on the carpet.

"Come on, you can do it. It's just Magneto, the greatest mutant ex-terrorist in history, what could go wrong?" You started to encourage yourself "Come on, don't you want to see Kurt?" You counted to three, it's now or never. You barely touched the wooden door when it opened.

"I was just going to look for you" "Me? Why?" You were more confused "You might want to sit down." He said something serious as he offered you a seat. "It's about Kurt. He's not okay, there was a flu outbreak on the island recently, nothing alarming, but, he hasn't stopped working since he arrived in Genosha, I've trying to talk to him, he needs to rest and recover from the fever but he doesn't listen to me"

You didn't know what impressed you more, Magneto's concern or Kurt being sick. No one knows if it's part of his mutation or if he just has a good immune system, but it's extremely rare for Kurt to get sick. "I need you to go to Genosha and stop him, it seems that he only listens to you."

"Well... that explains why he doesn't want to talk to me. He doesn't answer my messages, much less my calls. I just hope that after this you give him a break from so much work, Erick." You were a little upset with him, with both of them actually, Erick for making Kurt work too much and Kurt because he is not good at asking for help. "I'll leave right away"

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It only took you a few minutes to get everything ready to go, you thought Hank would be more reluctant to lend you the Jet but as soon as he found out what was happening with Kurt he didn't think twice. After a couple of hours you finally arrived at the mutant nation of Genosha, everything was very different from the first time you visited just a couple of months ago. Everything was very beautiful, the lights, the people so colorful and friendly, children being free and happy. It was a dream.

Quickly got out of your thoughts and focused on finding your blue boyfriend who is most likely hiding away working. It was not difficult to find it, Magneto gave instructions on where to look and sure enough. Inside a large window in the main city building was Kurt... well, part of him, you could only see his pointy ears behind a pile of paper towers.

You slowly approached to knock on his door. Silence. Suddenly there was only the sound of a chair being dragged and something moving inside the room. A few seconds later the door opened revealing a rather tired Kurt. You could see the dark circles under his eyes, which didn't shine like they usually did.

"Meine Liebe?" You couldn't help but smile as you listened to Kurt, he sounded overly impressed to see you. Although the smile did not last long since Kurt sounded very bad, he was hoarse and if it were not for the light from the hallway that illuminated his face you would have ignored the color in his cheeks and the sweat on his forehead.

"You're not okay, Krut, you need to rest" was the only thing you could respond, opening the door completely and revealing the office, there were hundreds of papers scattered all over the place. "You haven't stopped working since you arrived. You had me worried" Kurt didn't say anything, just hung his head in some shame. "It's true, I didn't tell you anything because I didn't want to worry you, I wanted to finish work so I could return to the mansion with you as a surprise but work just keeps piling up and this flu won't leave me alone" He sounded really fed up with the situation.

"Come on, you have to rest. I'll take you home and prepare you something to eat." You took him by the arm carefully. "You probably haven't eaten anything useful all day."

"Of course I have eaten my love! Here in Genosha there is a lot of variety of food and delicious dishes" He said with his circus voice, he always uses it when he is happy or wants to show you something that excites him very much. Or well, with a voice attempt, it really sounded very hoarse

"Dear, candy and desserts don't count as food." You pointed to a pile of wrappers on the side of his desk. "I'm surprised you've never actually had a toothache or something at this point."

You approached his desk to arrange the papers he was working on. "Well, take your things, let's go get something to eat and let you rest."

"But Mein Schatz, I still have a lot of work to do. I can't leave, but you can go ahead and make yourself at home" He gave you the keys to his room

"Kurt, I came here to check on you and make sure you're resting and for God's sake that's what I'm going to do. If I have to take drastic measures or even if I have to drag you to your room I will do it. Don't make me go to extremes Kurt Wagner" You wanted to sound serious but it was almost impossible, you were too happy to see him.

"If you continue to be reckless, then I will have to leave and there will be no cuddling sessions for at least a whole month, anyway you are very busy with your work. I think I better go" You said with a fake sad tone as you walked towards the exit but a huge gasp stopped you.

"You wouldn't dare do that! Saying that is like blasphemy." Kurt looked at his desk for a second. "On second thought, going to rest doesn't sound so bad." He looked at you with concern, he really thought you were going to leave him without his sessions. They were sacred to him.

"Well, let's go. It's still early, if we leave right now we'll have more time for ourselves." You didn't even finish speaking when Kurt was already on the side of the door ready to leave with you.

When you got to his room you could see Kurt better, his face was tired and the fever was still there.

"Why don't you take a bath while I'll take care of the food?" you took his face in your hands, caressing his cheek and then leaving a kiss on his nose.

The bath took effect and soon his temperature began to drop but he still had to eat something before taking his medicine. They were both sitting on the couch eating some hot soup while watching something on television, although it was just background noise.

Kurt was telling you what his days had been like since he arrived, you were paying attention but you couldn't help but see how he rubbed his shoulder constantly.

"Love? Are you okay?" you pointed to his shoulder

"Ah, it's nothing, it's just that I haven't been able to sleep well lately and well... sitting for hours is not very pleasant" He said with a sideways smile showing one of his fangs.

Without saying anything you took him by the hand and led him to the bed, asking him to lie face down while you took some oils and creams from your backpack. Kurt initially refused because he knew he was going to fall asleep and wanted to spend the night awake with you talking. Not a very smart plan considering his state of health. The complaints were short-lived once he felt your hands on his back. Almost by magic, Kurt remained silent and soon you only heard small snoring due to his congestion. You couldn't help but laugh a little, he looked so adorable. You took his blanket and tucked him in, giving him a kiss on the head.

You quickly cleaned what was used during dinner and changed your clothes to lie next to Kurt, who almost as if it were a magnetic force moved until he was lying on your chest. You were definitely going to wake up with the flu but that didn't matter.

"Please don't go," Kurt said in his sleep.

"No, my love. I'm going to stay here with you"

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[moviecritc]

ollie bearman x reader at graduation plss

pink bouquet ⋆ ollie bearman

pairing: ollie bearman x reader (fc: avantika)

summary: you thought your boyfriend couldn't make it to your graduation, but turns out he and your mum were plotting something

word count: 1K

warnings: mixed smau and writing

a/n: i made some things up about ollie's education for the sake of the plot

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Y/N wasn't even sure how she had managed it, but she had graduated. Her time at secondary school had been rather confusing and tough, balancing classes with karting competitions and training sessions was no easy task, and even there were several times she thought she wouldn't make it.

But now secondary school was over and she could dedicate herself entirely to her career in motorsport. The future looked really bright for her, with several championships won, sponsors, and her pretty boyfriend who hadn't been able to make it to her graduation. Although the latter wasn't entirely bright.

Ollie and she had met at that same secondary school two years earlier. They had to do a project together and, eventually, they ended up meeting on the karting tracks, so what started as a simple friendship unfolded into a lovely relationship.

They spent a lot of time together, studying and attending each other's races. Ollie was much more advanced in the sport than she was, practically having his path to F2 carved out, and that also took a lot of his study time so usually, he performed worse in subjects than she did. So in mid-March of that year, he dropped out of school.

This made the relationship between Ollie and Y/N a bit complicated, but surprisingly they overcame the distance in a great way. He went to London whenever he could, and she accompanied him to races as they used to do before. They even managed to go to the prom together and have a lovely evening.

Y/N was aware of the fame her boyfriend had gained in a short time and he had thought it best to keep their relationship private from the media. Y/N didn't mind this part too much, but it was impossible not to think that Ollie hadn't come to see her at her graduation because there would be quite a few people taking photos.

Y/N emerged from her room wearing the pink dress she and Ollie had picked out for graduation. He had himself told her it looked so good on her that he didn't know if he'd kill or die for that dress.

She descended the stairs, finding her mother and brother eagerly awaiting her exit. "Oh my goodness, Y/N," her mother said, heading towards her the moment she saw her. "You look beautiful." Her mother glanced at her brother sternly, encouraging him to say something.

"Yeah, you look alright," he spoke, lips pressed together.

YN rolled her eyes and hugged her mother. Her phone rang, and she hurried to see who it was, which left Y/N feeling quite puzzled, especially seeing her mother's wide smile.

"Let's take a picture," her mother nodded, under her brother's grimace.

The two posed with weak smiles because Y/N looked amazing, while her brother remained in his pyjamas. Although it was Y/N who had the weakest smile; she had been feeling her boyfriend's absence all morning.

Ollie had been there for many of her most special moments; when she won her first karting championship, when she got her driver's license, when she passed that subject that had been so difficult for her… His absence at her graduation felt wrong.

Someone rang the doorbell at that exact moment. Y/N frowned and looked at her mother and then her brother, wondering who was missing.

"Why don't you open it, darling?" her mother commented from the kitchen, hiding her excited smile.

YN knew something was about to happen because even her brother sat on the sofa, waiting for her to open the door.

Upon opening it, she was met with a bouquet of tulips larger than her upper body. She gasped, bringing her hands to her face. Then a little head peeked out from the top of the bouquet. "Hi,"

YN stifled a scream, which turned into a giggle, and went into the arms of her boyfriend, who lifted her slightly off the ground as he kissed her, not caring that his face got smeared with her red lipstick. YN took the bouquet, still speechless. They closed the door behind them, and she pointed at her mother instantly.

"You knew,"

"Well, of course," her mother said, with a proud smile.

YN let out a laugh of complete happiness; she was smiling so much that her cheeks started to hurt.

"It was Ollie's idea," her brother pointed out.

"You knew too?"

Everyone laughed, and then her mother and brother left them alone for a few moments so they could talk quietly. They kissed a couple more times until Ollie asked her, "You didn't know?"

YN smiled slightly. "I found out a couple of days ago; my mother isn't very discreet with her calls," Ollie laughed, resting his head on YN's shoulder. "But I'm thrilled you're here,"

"And I am too," he raised his gaze instantly. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

YN pursed her lips slightly. "For a moment, I thought you wouldn't come. Because of all the photos and stuff,"

Ollie pulled away from her a bit, frowning.

"Why would I care about that?"

"You know, because of the private relationship thing," YN nervously bit her lip.

Ollie smiled softly, and kissed her gently on the nose. "I only told you that because at races, it's not cool to have cameras everywhere trying to take pictures of you. Some drivers told me it was a good idea,"

"Ollie, I don't care about that. I just want to show off my boyfriend at my graduation," she shrugged, cradling Ollie's face in her hands.

"I love that," Ollie pulled her back towards him, kissing her for a few seconds.

"Also, with all that fame you say you have, you could make me some promotion,"

"You cheeky…"

YN cut him off with a kiss. "I love you,"

"I love you more, baby,"

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[muiitoloko]

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

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

Title: Rehearsal

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

Pairing: Alan Rickman × Actress! Reader

Warnings: Smut

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for not texting my friend?

To be clear I have no intention of cutting off this person, I will not block or ghost them, and if they text me I WILL answer and not be dry or lame about it.

I just won't be the one to start any conversations.

Moving on:

The story is super complicated but I'll try to keep it coherent.

Three people in the story (fake names):

Me (20)

Alex (16) - friend

Luck (16) - younger sibling We are all the same gender.

Something to keep in mind about me: I have always been very sheltered, naive and distracted, people have told me so and the more I learn the more I realize how ignorant I am. So I have very little experience, perception and knowledge of worldly things. This makes it difficult for me to keep up with people my age and I spend most of my focus on stories I like to write. It's not an excuse for anything and I'm actively working to be better.

Something that doesn't contribute much to the story but may be nice to know: Pretty much everything happens online, I've only met Alex in person like 4 times for birthday parties and stuff.

Now the story: I met Alex three years ago during covid when I was doing school online (I was 17 and Alex and Luck were 13). I was introduced to Alex through my younger sibling. Luck added me to a group chat with a bunch of their classmates, and I got popular really fast. Alex took a particular liking to me, because they thought i was funny and we had many of the same hobbies. So Alex was the first of Luck's friends to start a chat with me directly. Alex was always online and so was I, so we ended up talking alot, like all the time. I noticed Luck got kind of jealous, and that was when I began to wonder if the friendship was right, but I did nothing about it.

Eventually Alex and I started writing a story together, it's something I try to do with all of my close friends and we got really into it. A big rule that I have is that the real world and fiction are separate, under no circumstances are they to entertwine, especially emotionally (ex. I have never and will never insert myself in a story or daydream, not even if reality sucks for me at that time) Alex was different, they got attached to the characters. So there I am, obsessed with progressing the story's plot, and I kill off one of my characters. Alex expresses discontent, but not much. It's through Luck that I find out later that Alex had been crying about it for days. I felt bad and brought the character back, and life went on.

A year and a half into our friendship and Luck seems to have gotten over her jealousy, while Alex and I spend more time writing and focusing on the story than anything else. There are some signs in the rare times that Alex and I talk about life that it become apparent that Alex is going through a rough time, but I don't think too much about it since the story is all that's on my mind. On top of this there's school and whatever.

One day Alex starts asking for breaks from story writing and plotting, and I agree without a fuss. It gets me thinking a bit more, and after a couple more days during a conversation about the real world Alex sends a long paragraph about how horrible things are. (I won't explain what exactly these horrible things were for privacy reasons) Now I realize how inconsiderate I've been so far and I tell Alex that I'm there to support them in whatever they need. I spend pretty much all of the next year texting them every hour of every day and this is what happens:

At the beginning of our friendship our conversations flowed wonderfully, we shared our achievements and showed genuine interest in each other's lives. But things changed and by this point In the story our conversations go like so:

Me: (asks a question) Alex: (responds) Me: (reacts to response) Alex: (dry response) -Repeat infinitely-

Aside from that we would always say goodnight and Goodmorning to each other.

One time. Only one. Alex texted me asking for help and I didn't see the message until hours later. I never really forgave myself for that.

At this point I'm 19 and Alex is 15, and it suddenly crosses my mind how our friendship might be perceived by others. I considered Alex another younger sibling, but with all the crazy things happening in the world I wondered what others would think. In the end I concluded that Alex needed me and it didn't matter. So life goes on. My entire life revolves around helping Alex, when I'm not texting them I am worrying, my own problems come second. My whole family thinks I'm addicted to my phone. I'm always tired and stressed. The stories were put on pause.

Time passes and soon I'm turning twenty. I'm starting to think I can't do it anymore, our friendship has turned kind of codependent (I didn't even know what that was until a month ago). I consider ghosting many times, changing my number, blocking, but only for a couple minutes at a time and I always hate myself for thinking it afterwards. I keep talking to Alex, but sometimes I'll answer a bit slower. Let them wait 3-5 minutes instead of 1-2, if I really steel myself I can hold back for 7 minutes.

One day without warning Alex doesn't text me at all. They've dissapeared before but never without sending a quick message to let me know about it, not until this day. Their status also worries me, only one word: "gone". There I am internally freaking out, losing it, trying to come up with reasons for which everything is fine. I don't ask Luck if they know anything because I know they'll get annoyed. It's not until late the next day that Alex lets me know they went a roadtrip. I tell them "I was worried lol" and immediately they ask why. I wasn't expecting an apology but the question struck me as weird, so I was reluctant to answer. Alex pushes for an answer, they haven't been this interested in what I've had to say for years. I with horror I realize that they liked that i was worried, they wanted to milk it as much as they could. I understand that people need validation, but I was already constantly complementing Alex and telling them how important they were. The fact that they preferred my panic (though in Alex's defense I never told them I was panicking) hit me hard. I didn't elaborate on why I was worried. Alex got upset. And i spent the next hour sobbing over my phone, realizing i needed some distance.

I started slow. I wouldn't say goodnight somedays, others I would forgo a Goodmorning, but I always answered (I swore to myself never to leave Alex on read). I went on a trip and I decided I would enjoy it for once, so I let Alex know i couldn't text much. Nevertheless this lack of contact didn't keep me from worrying and wondering endlessly.

After the trip we kept texting less, we expressed missing each other but neither of us did too much to keep things going. I tried to focus on my in-person relationships, and friendships with people my age. I went back to stories and published a novella.

Nowadays Alex and I talk maybe once every week and a half. The conversations are excruciating. Alex tells me how things still suck, my usual words of comfort seem to mean nothing to either of us anymore. Alex leaves me on read as soon as the conversation goes dry, usually after ten minutes worth of conversation, sometimes over the span of many hours. We don't talk again until I cave in and say hello. Then a couple days later Alex says hello. And then it's up to me again, and every time I tell myself I won't do it.

Luck has told me their opinion of Alex, they saw way before I did how self-centered Alex is. The thing is Alex doesn't do it on purpose, I am entirely sure of that and so is Luck. Luck treats Alex nicely but they're out of touch, more than I am. I am not mad at Alex. I still care deeply for them, but I feel like there's nothing I can do andour old dynamic just hurts both of us. Cutting them off is not an option, they're just a kid and I'm better than that. So I just don't start a conversation.

A couple days ago Alex texted me (even though it was my unspoken turn to text first) and we talked, and the conversation wasn't dry at all, and it wasn't that painful to deal with. They showed interest in my life and shared some sad stuff but also happy stuff about theirs, and it felt like old times. We texted the entire day. At one point the they mentioned that I could text them whenever I wanted, and I felt an underlying petition that I do. The conversation went on and eventually they left me on read the next morning when I answered a message from the night before.

Ever since then I've been actively holding back from texting them but I can't help but wonder if I'm a jerk for it.

These aren't even all the factors but this post has gotten too long lol.

So AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

[casualavocados]

i literally have so much to say about q and toey and we are and im sitting here like AAAAA. i had to write it down.

i see people being upset about the jealousy thing and the way Q acted and how he started teasing Toey about the kiss: but it was very clear that no feelings were talked about or cemented at the amusement park. Q asked Toey if he understood Chain was hitting on him, unaware it was a ruse for him to admit feelings for Toey. he did admit those feelings, but not in a "claiming toey as his bf" way, in a "i need you to know im an option for you and my feelings are real" way. (He literally said "what if i hit on you too?" the unasked question beside that: "how would you feel about me if i did?") Q was actually giving Toey the choice to react however he wanted to when he kissed him.

Honestly it was a really good way for Q to approach the subject bc he didnt get mad at Toey OR Chain for their "potential" feelings. He was jealous but he tried to figure out how they both truly felt about each other before acting. (and Chain lied to Q and said he had feelings for Toey.) Toey didn't actually lie, I noticed. He just said Chain had been very nice to him. If Toey had given blatant confirmation that he had feelings for Chain, Q would have backed off, I'm certain of it. But instead of lying, (or admitting he actually liked Q,) Toey made it seem like he was considering Chain as a possible romantic interest, and Q heard that and chose to let Toey know that he could also be a possible romantic interest.

He gave Toey the choice to say no to the kiss. Toey kissed back. But that was not them becoming a couple! (Notice that later, Toey never said he and Q were together, only that he believed he had a chance with Q.)

I actually find it similar to what Phum and Peem are going through atm. They are not officially dating yet!!! they havent talked about that at all! theyve kissed twice, but they dont know what they are, and they are taking their time figuring it out, and there's nothing wrong with not labelling their relationship immediately.

So that's what I saw the teasing scene as. As Q being like "hey, remember that time we kissed. and you kissed back. im here as an option for you to date, are you gonna do anything about that? how does that make you feel? are we gonna talk about it? hope you figure it out soon <3"

and i dont find anything wrong with that! WHAT MADE THINGS MESSY WAS THE REVEAL OF THE RUSE.

Which was confusing because it wasn't revealed that the group had planned for chain to pretend-hit on toey. What WAS revealed was that the whole group knew that milk frappe boy was Toey, and Q didnt. That's what made Q explode so bad. Like, i think that scene was meant to be confusing, because Q kept saying "explain it to me" as well as "i dont want to hear it". I think all he really saw in the moment was his entire friend group in the know about something important to him that he'd never told them, while faced with learning Toey was the anonymous boy from his past, and had known, and had kept it from him.

Like yeah, I can imagine the kind of betrayal Q must have felt! He had just kissed Toey! And it slowly made more sense as to why Q reacted as strongly as he did bc more was revealed while Q was trying to come to terms with milk frappe boy and Toey being the same person.

Because it isnt until after the explosion that we learn Q had had it BAD for milk frappe boy. That he'd even talked to Toey about it and how bad he felt for disappearing on the mystery boy he'd liked so much. This scene was really complicated bc we were seeing it from Toey's perspective, as him learning that Q had had feelings for him and then advising Q to try and find milk frappe boy to find out the truth about his feelings, without Toey telling Q it was him all along.

But I think from Q's perspective, that scene was about trying to admit to himself that he'd made a mistake and should have done better by the anonymous boy. I think he was also trying to express that he was past it now, and trying to move on. Pairing that interpretation with the conversation between Q and Peem that was like "well this is how you felt about milk frappe boy, how do you feel about Toey?" and you get the impression Q considered his feelings for milk frappe boy a lost cause, but he was okay with that because he had found Toey, and started liking him instead.

So learning that they were the same person was really complicated for him! Q's got a lot to work through! a lot of conversations and interactions to reframe in his mind. And of course he's hurt that Toey never told him who he was, but what made that hurt more was learning Toey had told the rest of the group first.

I think that's also what's beating Toey up the most - that his real feelings for Q had turned into a real lie, by choosing to play along with the ruse their friends invented. He was someone who, before, was always content to give Q space and just be near him, so manipulating his feelings the way that they all did, and Q discovering his identity as milk frappe boy in the midst of that ruse is something I don't think Toey ever imagined or wanted to happen - that he was and would have been willing to let things unfold naturally - even admit to his identity later if there'd been a more honest chance for it.

#qtoey #we are the series #q x toey #long post #DONT ASK WHY I WROTE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS CUZ IDK #actually the worst part about this Whole Thing was the editors deciding to cut in the MIDDLE of their reconciliation conversation #THEY WERE STILL TALKING THERE

[renspacesz]

what mbti do you think eric harris is? Dylan is obviously infp, but eric and his weird ass complicated personality makes it hard to label him an mbti.

some say intj or isfp but I don't really agree... if you guys think he is either one of those, try to disprove me in the comment. Well some people type him as an intj because he "planned" things, a "mastermind" , however i think pretty much anyone can go out of their ways to plan something that they have been motivated by a personal ideology or for the means of revenge that would take years for it to work. Btw the plan was messed up in many ways, it wasn't consistent either, they just came up with the plan and went along with it and used the sketch as a back up to make their plans to succeed. They did put great effort into it, well they knew they were going to die anyways so why not just give it all and get the most of the experience. They went out of their ways to feel "godlike" and unstoppable. And for the isfp part, people call him a feeler type because of his "individualism" for wanting to look and act different, but its much more complex than that. Eric was described as preppy by his peers in the beginning of highschool, but as life progressed and got harder for him, he might've just listened to harder music and dressed more differently, and creating wads, just as a form of escapism. We all have at least one form of escapism, despite being a Fe user instead of Fi. And people say eric is "emotional", but I'd disagree. People just take a look at his journal and his emotional instability but I feel like it had to do more with his personality disorders, and BPD could be a possibility. When stating about his opinions and all in his journal, we have an inner look of his thought process, but probably not his actual values since it was a bit obvious that he wanted to put on a show to look tough and not show his vulnerable side. The journal isn't even his actual personal writings, it is just to display his philosophies and his ideologies that he wanted to show to people. And all those unnecessary mean/sexual things he said about people was more for a shock value. Not saying he did not feel hate towards people, he very much did, he openly stated he hated people and everything he does including the massacre he carried up with, just screams misanthropy. And even on the basement tape, eric stated the journal is to be released and he basically made it like a "bible" to be released and wanted to have cult-like followers. There isn't just any much of a sentiment/feeling type of writing in his journal, his discussions aren't primarily based on that, more than just telling his audience about his observations and why he thinks about it that way while talking in such harsh tone. He doesn't really talk about his feelings either, maybe only in some bits of writing or its very subtle. I'd say he is private about his feelings but he is more open about his thinking. Just to clarify that just because a person shows any type emotion, doesn't automatically means that they are a feeling type. We all have emotions and feelings and situations can impact that.

I don't got any much more to say, since he's a dead person, we barely know about him rather than his ex friends talking about how he was like in school, but I wouldn't find that an accurate source of how he was ACTUALLY like as a person. Hopefully someday, they will actually release both the basement and the nixon tapes.

#dylan columbine #eric and dylan #eric columbine #rebandvodka #tcc columbine #tcc fandom #tcc tumblr #columbine 1999 #tccblr #columbine massacre

[pomefioredove]

i was wondering if you could do Duece, Leona, Ruggie, Azul, Jamil x Christian S/O headcanons? like reader used to be a preacher back at their world, and still kinda preaches in twst (i think rollo believes in God?) like they do all the things Christians should do but still kinda chaotic? their very respectfull and kind yk? sorry for making this a bit long and confusing lol

twst's relationship with religion is so vague and complicated and yet. I cannot imagine rollo as anything BUT catholic. look at that guy. so I believe there's some kind of similar belief systems happening there

summary: religious reader type of post: headcanons characters: deuce, leona, ruggie, azul, jamil additional info: platonic or romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader yuu, short and not proofread author's note: writing these on the basis that religion does exist in twisted wonderland and parallels religions of our own. I am catholic and admittedly unfamiliar with preaching to others, I think that's more of a protestant thing, so I kinda just winged that part?

𝐃𝐞𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐞

if there's anything for him to admire, it's your dedication

I mean, you're sticking to your beliefs and passions in an entirely different universe

with a bunch of strangers, no less!

whether or not some version of your beliefs exist here, you're committed! and quite knowledgeable, too

it's pretty impressive to him

Deuce's family doesn't seem particularly religious, though he probably just enjoys hearing the stories

the narratives of change and redemption catch his eye

𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

he's big into all those "it's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the Kingdom of God" verses

even if he doesn't necessarily believe in all that heaven stuff... it's a little funny

(he might use that one in the future, actually...)

if religion which parallels our own does exist in Twisted Wonderland, I can imagine his granny being religious

she seems like someone who'd cover the walls in symbols and art

maybe (likely) not Christian in origin, but enough for him to recognize that what you're going on about is a similar deal

he's practically used to it already

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

literally just falls asleep while you're talking

it's not that he doesn't care, it's just that...

wait, no. he doesn't care

sure, he participates in traditions and such with his family, but that's more for looks

Leona doesn't really see the point in blindly following something that hasn't helped him out at all

and hearing about miracles and blessings just annoys him

but, hey! you make for a great sound machine

these are basically all just bedtime stories for him to doze off to, anyway

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

merman religion is... tricky, to me

the existence of Hades in implies (confirms, even, if we take into account Yuu's dreams) the existence of Poseidon

but, like King Triton, these figures aren't necessarily worshipped. they're depicted as monarchs, not gods

but, then again, our knowledge on Coral Sea culture is limited

in any case, Azul might tolerate preaching

he really sees no use for it, and he's a busy man, but he doesn't really mind the company

if anyone, it's Jade who would be really interested in hearing alllll about these human stories

Floyd might tag along, too

and, suddenly, Azul finds himself wedged between the tweel's shoulders on the floor while they eagerly listen to you

...there goes his afternoon

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫

to me, Jamil is not religious or superstitious by any means

he doesn't mind listening, but don't expect him to change his mind about any of that

(especially while Kalim is begging for more stories)

though, even he admits that having you around is as refreshing as it is entertaining

you're just always so... hopeful

and it's much different from Kalim's version of optimism (in his eyes, at least) simply because, in this world, you're at the same disadvantage as Jamil is

your autonomy is constantly in question, you're living at the mere goodwill of others...

and yet, you're hopeful!

it's strange, but Jamil can't help but crave that presence in his life

#twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #queued #deuce spade x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper x reader

[irlrikomoriyama]

can i ask about how many ways can a raven break (if thats one of the thing u can ask was a bit confused)

its one we really hope to turn into a fic we have a friend who is very excited for it (and is also our sensitivity reader) riko joins foxes and as part of his therapy with abby he keeps a journal where he writes long thought spirals any time he is anxious so that then he can consider whatever or not he wants to show it to Abby or not, the journal is here to help him keep his thoughts a bit more organized. At some point Riko notices new notes in the journal notes in German (his notes are always in Japanese) as well as doodles and drawings. this agitates him. he is aware that andrew is the only person reading his journal which he passively allows but after the notes started appearing he started hiding the journal. this leads to andrew growing suspicious, when few days later riko catches him going through journal he had hidden they get in a fightt (riko punches him all of sudden something that somehow never happened before). one thing leads to another and over course of following therapy with new therapist as bee was not qualified enough to diagnose him Riko is diagnosed with dissociative personality disorder (all parts of system refer to themselves as Riko but they do have nicknames they use as well) There is "Fox" (you can think about him as all my cute fox riko headcannosn and arts very energetic and full of life very fannon kind of riko)- Riko after joining the foxes, he is much more open in showing his emotions he is actually based on the rp "quarterhouse/roadkill" he dates renee aaron and kevin , genuinely loves life and is very unhappy when he finds out details of his condition - he feels extremally possessive of the body and time he has which leads to frustration towards other alters and fear that their actions might fuck up his already complicated life "Raven" (much closer to canon riko or even fandom riko - evil brody mad bad) - Raven was the first fronter and keeps most of memories from nest, this is why fox himself did not remember much form before joining foxes, raven hates fronting now, he misses nest he hates fox tower hates the foxes , his pride is still not healed, he does snot feel safe or accepted around them, he is nyctophile and still gets triggered into fronting any time its perfectly dark (when foxes figure that out there is some teasing happening about it which he despises) as well as when it rains. Raven loves kevin and feels posessive over jean and does not see reason why renee and aaron should be part of that. is the one who broke jean "captain" possibly riko's first split - captain is on the court and takes care of all things exy, he will become good friends with neil who will be the only reason captain starts fronting outside of games- just to chat about exy. captain is also not convinced about need for relationship with renee and aaron as he sees both to be mediocre players and he is straight (all of this plays a lot into aarons relationship insecurities and makes fox miserable and resentful of his alters). captain is very frustrated to find out he is not a captain any more and is pretty damn hurt over not being a captain anymore it is bit of crisis for him considering the title was core of his personality as far as he rememberer. later on riko get title of co captain <3 is very confused as to why jean can not play "King" - trauma holder, specifically physical abuse , hates fronting because feels phantom pains constantly "Princes" - a split made to help King cope with the psychological part of the abuse, princess is regressed little girl who just wants to be loved and cared for, jean is her knight and she can NOT find out who hurt him , it would break her

there is also danny who is split from one of riko's most constant abusers he does not front just provides bad vibes and keeps them on edge psyhologically fun stuff i love about it: Kevin absolutely can not deal with the fact that he is not the favourite person of all rikos fox woudl prefer not to choose but renee was his girlfriend before kevin became his boyfriend again raven sees kevin as his everything so this checks out captain also likes kevin but he end sup pretty taken by neils approach to the game over time princess loves jean and renee and idk she doe snot give a fuck about exy so can kevin shut up about it? (jean is delighted) king does not like anyone i don't think kevin should want to be dannys fave luckily nobody other than riko knows about danny anyway there's actually .. a lot of lore for this technically the ship is riko/renee/aaron/jean/kevin the same way like in quarterhouse but fox unlike raven feels embarrassment and shame for pact actions and doe snot feel even allowed to look at the man

#aftg #riko moriyama #all for the game #kevin day #jean moreau #renee walker #did au #dissociative identity disorder

[northoftheroad]

Hii, how are you doing??

Me and my friend were having a debate, so I decided to ask some people what they think… If you had to rank the bat-siblings on who’s the favorite, how’d you do it?? Also why would you rank it that way??

Thanks!

I guess you mean who is the other sibling’s favourites? I'd look for evidence in comic book panels, of course.

And in my honest and unbiased opinion 😉 Dick is the undisputed favourite of Tim and Damian. Tim has been a Dick Grayson fanboy since he was introduced, and they were written as having an adorable, brotherly relationship for years, going from serious heart to hearts to teasing and fooling around, depending on the mood and circumstances. And Damian learned to respect and appreciate Dick while they were working together (those of us who love them together will never let go of “we were the best”).

Jason, I guess it would be Dick for him too? I know it was a thing during the New 52 to write Tim and Jason as regarding each other as the only brother they liked, or some such nonsense, but it really is nonsense with no history behind. Before Flashpoint, Jason shot Tim and left him for dead in a cave. After, they're best buddies without explanation? Anyway, we've seen Dick and Jason hang out a few times since Rebirth started, and as far as I know, that's more than can be said for anyone else? But then, I don't know much about what's been going on with Jason the last couple of years. Maybe he's developed a soft spot for the baby in the family, or something?

But when it comes to Dick, I really can't say if it would be Tim or Damian. He has grown very close to both of them in different ways. Jason is more complicated - they had a good but not close relationship when Jason was new (don't believe any fan that says that Dick was a bad brother) and they have a good relationship now, but they definitely had a couple of rough years in between. Jason killed people dressed as Nightwing, he shot Tim and Damian and was generally villainous during the second DickBats era.

And that's the only characters I can formulate opinions about. I'm not even sure they're supposed to be brothers at this point, because for all that Tim Taylor lets Dick and Bruce call each other dad and son, I’ve yet to find solid support for that anyone is adopted after Flashpoint.

[notlikearegularmom-blog]

I love you, Star Wars. It’s ruining my life. 

I resurrected my long-dormant Tumblr to write 2k words on my complicated feelings about the Bad Batch series finale, and I feel better now.  

I love Star Wars. I love this show. Earlier in the season, I went shot-by-shot on how great this series is when it’s on its game. 

Considered in a vacuum, that final episode is great. The sequence on Tantiss is tense and thrilling. The visuals, as always, are top tier. The epilogue hits the right emotional notes... and it all fell flat for me. 

I think my harshest, but most concise, critique is this: The season went in circles on stuff that ended up being irrelevant and ran out of time to tee up the emotional payoff. 

I’m aware I’m in the minority. If you loved this, I’m not going to tell you you’re wrong to love it. I’m glad people loved it; I wanted to love it. This show remains one of my favorite recent Star Wars things, and the fact that the ending didn’t land doesn’t change that. 

I’m genuinely bummed that this didn’t work for me, but here’s why it didn’t. 

The storytelling fails to get us where we need to be for that ending – and there are two main reasons for that: 

Structural issues with the season-long plot arc that have downstream effects on characterization and themes. 

An over-reliance on misdirection to create tension. 

Big time spoilers ahead, obviously.

Structure 

For the first two seasons, the show is episodic – you get these tight little two- or three-episode arcs but there’s never a season-long plot. For the final season, they set up a central story around the show’s mythology (Tantiss). All the action should lead to that end, even if we get some one-off episodes along the way. That’s something they hadn’t done before, and I was really looking forward to it. It’s ambitious to switch things up, and I like it when shows take risks. 

Setting up the mytharc 

The actual plot progression when we get there, though, is weird. No one loves a hunt for a MacGuffin more than I do – you often get some of your best character moments in those stories – but you have to eventually find the MacGuffin, or your audience starts to wonder where things are going. 

It takes nine episodes to get to a significant plot reveal. That’s more than half a season of not giving the audience information – not teasing partial clues, just not giving. And the main thing the characters find is something the audience already knows (what’s an m-count), even if the characters don’t*. The big problem is that there are no breadcrumbs leading to the next part of the story, and I started to get concerned that it was because the central plot wasn’t going anywhere. 

* I find that really hard to believe. In TPM, Qui-Gon tests Anakin’s m-count on his iPhone. There’s an app for that.  

The story arc 

Two-thirds of the way through the season, the arc laps itself and circles back to where we started. 

It’s a decision that could make sense – the basic premise of the show is Omega daddy-daughter bonding with these guys while helping them do their missions.  

You can’t entirely blow that up in the final season. You still need some episodes of exactly that, and that’s why she returns to them early in the action.  

But once she gets taken to Tantiss (again) we basically just do the arc over — and we’ve already had mini versions of that exact arc in both seasons 1 and 2. We’ve been here before and it doesn’t really show us anything new – and, for it to work, it should. 

This is all too bad because individual episodes are fantastic: 1 and 3, and 10 and 11 are all no notes amazing. Episodes 5-7 form a really effective short arc, and 9 has some of my favorite visual moments in the entire series in it. 

But episodes often felt like they’d been written in isolation – excellent by themselves, but they don’t do the thing they need to do: introduce the next progression in the mytharc. 

That isolation also seems to mess with some key characterization. 

Character 

Everyone feels a little inconsistent from episode to episode, but it’s especially noticeable with Crosshair because this is his season. 

Episode 7 Crosshair and Episode 14 Crosshair feel like different guys, both of whom aren’t quite the same character as Episode 15 Crosshair. 

In 14, Rampart says something to Crosshair like “people like us are only ever loyal to ourselves” and he responds, “I’ve changed.” But that’s never been his character’s central struggle. He’s incredibly loyal with deep values even when they’re badly misguided and THAT is his problem and has been for three seasons. He did war crimes out of a belief in something larger than himself. He’s a good candidate for the chip because he’s inherently loyal. They say that explicitly early on in the show.

And sure, maybe Rampart is projecting his own experience onto Crosshair – but then why does he accept that framing and respond like it’s true? And we get a foreshadowing moment like this tension is going to come to a head – but then these two are never in the same scene again and the question about Crosshair’s loyalty never comes back up. 

Also in 14, there’s an exchange where he tells Wrecker that he ‘owes’ Omega for not leaving him behind on Tantiss and essentially that’s why he’s there. 

But my dude has been openly established as loving Omega even more fiercely than the others, all the more for being late to it, since like a third of the way into the season. Putting us back in a place where he’s pretending that he doesn’t care as much about her as he does ignores like nine episodes of character growth.  

This was the point where I started wondering if they’d written the final two episodes first, and then backfilled the rest of the season. 

In 15, he’s willing to throw his own life away for everyone else, and that’s much more in line with the rest of his arc. But... 

This would be a really affecting line, but it kind of comes out of nowhere. I think it’s a moment to create tension: if their team as an idea – and the thing the whole show is centered around – is dead, maybe they’re also individually going to die? Probably, because they end this scene with a visibly injured Wrecker saying ‘we all know the risks.’ But up to this point we’ve gotten nothing about how Crosshair felt about Tech – or even more broadly about their team being irrevocably changed by their experiences. He literally never talks about it, even in scenes where it would have made sense to talk about it. 

(This would have been the perfect time to tee this up.) 

He avoided talking about it so thoroughly that I thought we’d get a watershed emotional moment at some point, like late in the third act of the season. Add 45 seconds of meaningful dialogue to Episode 12 (it’s barely 20 minutes and the shortest of the season, so there was definitely time), then this all falls into place and that Episode 15 line lands perfectly. 

(This is the scene, right here. It’s even nicely framed for it.) 

And I’m just not sure how to feel about the fact that they resolved Crosshair’s PTSD arc by... removing the outward symptom of his trauma. 

Misdirection 

They spent a lot of time on misdirection in order to create tension, like a whole lot. So much so that there’s not enough time spent laying the groundwork for the ending we get. 

These are the main teases: 

Omega is probably Force-sensitive, and that will have big implications. 

I love Ventress but there’s no reason for her to be here. The problems and questions she introduces don’t end up being relevant. ‘Can you grow to your full potential without giving up the people you love?’ But Omega doesn’t end up faced with that hard choice. 

No one ends up facing hard choices – like, have we earned our rest now or do we keep fighting? That’s a really compelling question — but the characters never have that conversation on screen. The choice just sort of happens to them in the space of like 10 seconds, right at the end. They’re not even active participants in it. 

No one is safe; everyone might die. 

Not a bad choice at all for a final season. But we go from ‘you’ll never grow with these guys holding you back’ at the midpoint to ‘you have to live because she needs you’ in the finale with no stops in between. It feels like Episode 15 is the conclusion of a different season than the one we’d been watching — and I think I would have really liked that season. 

CX-2 is someone significant. 

Even if a reveal is a non-reveal, you should still, uh, reveal it. 

The other guys, though, look badass and are cool af, and we should have gotten more than seven minutes from their first introduction to them dying en masse in the dark (in a sequence where it was hard to keep track of who was who). 

If it doesn’t matter who CX-2 is, what were these guys being held back for? 

There are a bunch of smaller moments as well that seem to be leading the story in a direction, never to be addressed again. You know that saying about how if you introduce a gun in the first act of a play, it needs to go off by the third? 

That one’s a literal gun, which is funny — but there are several plot elements that just appear and then disappear. 

Focus  

In the final season of something, you really feel that ticking clock. Where and how the story spends its time feels more urgent, and I thought the choices here were odd. 

We get a few side plots and character cameos that feel like filler, which is probably to be expected. But I think the best example of what I’m talking about is this: 

The comedy villain from season one gets nearly 35 minutes of screen time down the stretch, while Wrecker, a main character whose fate we care deeply about, gets maybe half that.  

And, sure, Rampart’s death was satisfying because that guy is the worst. But I honestly don’t know why they brought him back and chose to spend so much time on him. 

Justice for Wrecker, in general. He gets nothing to do. Echo has more impact on the plot (and possibly more dialogue), and he’s only in a third of the episodes. 

And to be clear, I would be fine spending time on things like past characters if the story had really hit the other beats along the way, but what we get feels unfocused. 

Is the main theme of the season redemption? Loyalty? Self-determination? Letting go of who you thought you were supposed to be? Ultimately, it’s none of those things because it tries, at different times, in different episodes, to be all of them — sometimes in contradictory ways. 

And with that… 

I’m being really hard on something I love here, but... I wouldn’t give this much thought to something mid. I care because it’s really good, even if, ultimately, I feel like the execution could have been better.  

(I went with The Tortured Poets Department for the musical joke in the title, because it’s topical — but Never Let Me Down Again was sitting right there.) 

#starwars #i love you it's ruining my life #the bad batch #reaction #tv review

[marlynnofmany]

The Indignity that is Hiccups

I leaned against the broom and yawned, tired in more ways than one. The mess in the storage hold was going to take a while to clean. And just because the universe has ironic timing, I hiccupped while my mouth was wide open. It echoed off the metal walls. Luckily for me, none of my alien crewmates were there to hear it. 

Or so I thought. A bundle of tentacles and a curious squid face peered around the doorway. 

I sighed, hiccuping again. “Yes it’s me; no I’m not doing it on purpose.”

Mur eased into the room, stepping carefully around the snowdrifts of flour from where a storage crate had broken. “Why are you making that kind of noise on accident?” He was carrying a bundle of something wrapped up in one tentacle, but seemed more interested in conversation than in whatever that was.

“It’s called hiccups,” I said. “I suppose it’s too much to hope that other species have to deal with this to-o?” As much as I tried to get the sentence out smoothly, I was betrayed at the end.

“None that I know of. So what is it? Some kind of compulsion?”

“No, nothing like that.” I went back to sweeping with irritated strokes of the broom. “It’s a muscle spasm that’s never been fully explained. It usually goes away pretty quickly for me, but it’s annoying. Much like this flour.”

“I bet,” Mur said, looking around the room. He uncurled his tentacle. “I brought batteries for the big gravity wand.”

“Oh, Paint just went to get some! Thank you. She’ll be back soon.”

“Good,” Mur said, wiping at the flour dust that was already settling on him. “Ugh, this is unpleasant.”

“Sure i-is,” I hiccuped, followed by an exasperated noise. “At least I don’t get acid reflux with the hiccups. Small mercies.”

Mur asked, “Get what?” as Paint arrived, wielding the big gravity wand like a broadsword.

“Stand back! Oh, hi Mur. These batteries are only half charged, so I’m going to clean as fast as I can!” As short as she was, she looked like a scaly child waving a grownup weapon that she had no business using. Which wasn’t entirely wrong.

“I am standing ba-ack,” I announced, taking my broom to the doorway where the air was clearer.

Paint gave me a sideways look, finger hesitating over the power button.

I sighed and brushed flour dust off my sleeve. “It’s a stupid human thing.”

“Muscle spasms,” Mur put in helpfully. “Apparently sometimes they come with acid?”

“With what?” Paint demanded.

“Not like that,” I hurried to clarify. “Some people get stomach acid splashing up their throat, just enough to hurt.”

“That’s terrible,” Paint said, concern all over her scaly orange face. “What causes it?”

“No one’s really sure. My favorite theory is that it’s evolutionary history, our brains trying to breathe with gills, but—” I paused for another hiccup. “—Pretty sure that’s not actually it.”

“Wild,” Mur said. “Here, Paint; I brought fresh batteries.”

“Oh, thank you! No wonder I couldn’t find them.”

That would have been a great time for the hiccups to stop, while the conversation had moved on, but no such luck. I leaned against the door frame and tried to breathe evenly.

Paint juggled batteries, finally setting the gravity wand on the floor to swap them out properly. After another loud hiccup, she asked, “What makes the muscle spasms go away?”

“They usually do on their own,” I said. “Some people get them for a long time, but I’ve been pretty lu-ucky.”

“Sure,” Mur said, picking up the old batteries. “Lucky.”

Paint stood back up. “Nothing makes them calm down faster?”

“There are a few things,” I admitted. “Mostly stuff to distract the person from paying attention to them, really. Drink water from the far side of a cup, get startled by something, hold your breath a long time. I usually just take a lot of deep breaths, and they go aw-ay.” I grimaced. “Not today, apparently.”

Something hard closed around both shoulders and yanked me backward into the hallway, to where open mandibles hissed in my face, surrounded by shiny black exoskeleton and terrifying faceted eyes.

“Ahhh! Good gods, Trrili!” I stumbled upright, gasping for breath as she released me with far too much smugness.

“You arrrre welcome,” Trrili purred. “Wasss that enough of a ssstarrrtle, orrr ssshould I find a nice hiding placcce to jump out frrrom?”

“I’m good; thanks!” I said. My heart was beating dangerously fast, but the hiccups were long gone.

“Hm. Disappointing,” Trrili said, dropping the hiss. “Let me know if you require further medicinal terror.” Then she glided off down the hallway on many quiet bug legs.

I shuddered a little. “Yeah. Sure. I’ll do that.”

Paint was wide-eyed, crouched to pick up the gravity wand where she’d dropped it. I’d dropped the broom too, and I hadn’t heard either of them fall. The batteries had fallen out again.

Paint asked, “Are you going to tell her next time you have those spasms?”

“Ha! No, I don’t think I will.”

“I might,” Mur said with a grin.

“Hey now,” I said sternly, bending to pick up the broom. “Don’t make me sweep flour on you.”

He laughed and danced out of range, and the three of us got back to work cleaning up with nary a hiccup.

I did sneeze at the dust, which started a whole other conversation, but at least they knew what those were.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #relatively short one today #a nice simple idea #I was going to write something more complicated #then someone hiccupped and I suddenly had a new plan #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #hiccups

[coolnonsenseworld]

Samurai and Ninja in crappy pics because December here is under a constant cloud and I just want y'all to see them all golden and cute without learning how to take aesthetic pictures 🥴 💙❤️😆🥰

linktr.ee/Mezzy

#klance #can i tell everyone to look away before i write tags to someone privately lmao no? damn #anyway yes i meant music!! and thank you for sharing something!! #baking seems like a hyperfixation #like i know you said you baked once but then look at me #...i was thinking if i could make salads.... i gotta be medicore at least at one food thing #its a joke its a joke #i will one day get used to focusing on more complicated kitchen work than heating up meat or cooking things in salt and water #anyone else had trouble getting out of bed this december? #once i do i try to pick physical activities that dont require creative thinking because man #at the post office i had small talk with a lady waiting in line she didnt speak polish so u know me it happened #and she recommended light therapy lamp #im very tempted to try it becase i had record bad thoughts sleepless nights and jerking awake this month #it might be rooted in economic instability growing inflation costs of living and shitty working conditions while still trying to buy gifts? #but hey there are things we cant have control over and there are things we can #ive got winter wonderland comic coming though #i will try my best to speed-finish it as a christmas gift aight #i hope its going to be a nice thing!! #wow thats a long set of tags

[shrimp1y]

More teachers au where highschool dropout Suguru is actually trying to follow the curriculum and phd-in-quantum-physics-at-18 Satoru is like "well. No mission today so we can just play soccer if u guys want!!"

#my art #gojo satoru #stsg #satosugu #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru #jjk #suguru voice what if they want to go to university. what #suguru voice you guys should go to your academic counsellor today (he is the academic counsellor) #comedy moment where suguru is like alright class thats all for maths today see you! leaves and comes back with his chemistry worksheets #suguru voice i have to call your parents about this. mimiko n nanako: but you are my dad #hes like haha. yeah. you hirls are grounded #satoru despite being a quantum physicist mathematician genius whatever does nothing for the class #while his hs dropout husband is trying and failing to explain quadratic equations #'listen ok. you dont have to get it. you just have to follow the fomula sheet. even if you dont know what the question is askibg just write #something. anything. its better than leaving the questions blank okay. even if you are sure you wanna be a sorcerer you should still #have skme sort of qualification' 'geto-sensei didn't you drop out' 'well—' 'did you ever go to university' 'see— uh' #'more like. expelled. its complicated'

[becauseplot]

anyway yeah fr i miss ordo theoritas. i miss the theory crafting i miss the hugeass meetings before/after Big Lore Event to brief/debrief everyone involved i miss the chaos and confusion and laughter and teamwork. i miss the cellbit, bad, and phil (key-keepers my beloveds) being the heads of the ordo working together to untangle the mysteries to the island. they were hardly ever on at the same time bc schedules and time zones (WAILS) but in my head they had so many late nights down in the evidence rooms like this

just. yeah. yeahh.

#qsmp #ordo theoritas #qsmp philza #qsmp cellbit #qsmp badboyhalo #i might have a fic idea but rn it’s just archivists bc they live in my head rent free #also im not too comfortable writing bad bc (1) i don’t watch him as much and (2) his lore is like?? so complicated?? #as an outside viewer its pretty intimidating lol #it’s the vibe of late night working w your friends on a project/lab/whatever slowly losing your minds tying to figure it out #it’s 2:30 am you’ve been talking in circles the theories are getting more out there but ya don’t rly care bc hey it’s Something #and then someone says smthn that’s just like Woah. wait Actually?? and it kicks you all back into gear to get you chugging along again #anyway i miss them i go sleepies now gnnnn #dont mind me im just rambling #god so much for me going to bed at a decent hour lmao