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Hollywood's Prince 🏹

Blair Wolf (born 16 Oct 2002) son of Tony Stark is a multiethnic actor. Their accolades include a Critics' Choice Award and three AACTA Awards, in addition to nominations for an Academy Award, and five Golden Globe Awards.

Hollywood's King 🏹

Tony Stark is a media mogul and former 90s/2000s A-list actor who now controls a majority of the movie industry as CEO of Stark Industries Entertainment. As Hollywood's ultimate gatekeeper, he holds the unilateral power to greenlight any film or effectively blacklist problematic actors from working. To shield his son from the weight of his legacy and nepotism, Stark legally changed his son's surname, allowing him to move through the industry freely and build a career on his own merits.

FC: Josh hartnett

"What is the ultimate joy of being an actor for you?"

I think for me, it’s really a mix of things, but it starts with the people. I love getting to connect with the brilliant minds who bring these projects to life. Films are art, and art is inherently political, so talking with creators of film completely shifts my perspective on the world. By acting in their stories, I get to help push their vision out into the world to spark something in the audience. And honestly, inspiration goes both ways for me. I love being inspired, but I also love being the one to inspire others.

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Lucious Foxx (born 16 October 1999) is an American actor. At 26 years old, his accolades include a Critics' Choice Movie Award and two AACTA Awards, in addition to nominations for an Academy Award, three British Academy Film Awards, and two Golden Globe Awards.

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⠀⊹ ♪ ྀི 𓈒 ๋ Yellowjackets Dr.

Lucious kept his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, fingers curled tight enough to ache. The cold barely registered anymore. Everything out here felt numb — his face, his thoughts, even the fear that used to sit loud in his chest.

He watched the others move through the distance, like they already understood something he didn’t. Like they belonged here.

He didn’t.

“I’m not doing it,” he said, mostly to the ground. “I’m not supposed to be here anyway.”

Natalie stopped a few steps in front of him. The rifle hung loosely in her hands, familiar in a way that still felt wrong to look at. Her hair clung damply to her face, and there were dark circles under her eyes that hadn’t been there before the crash.

She studied him for a moment, like she was deciding whether arguing was even worth the energy.

“Yeah,” she said finally, voice rough. “None of us are supposed to be here.”

Lucious shook his head. “That’s different. You’re the team. I was just—” he laughed under his breath, bitter and embarrassed. “The water boy. Soon as we get rescued, I go back to being nobody. This isn’t my job.”

Natalie let out a slow breath through her nose, the kind people did when they were trying not to lose patience.

“You know why you’re here,” she said.

He didn’t answer.

“They kicked you off the basketball team,” she continued. “You trashed the school, remember? Broke windows, spray painted lockers. Principal didn’t want you representing them anymore.”

“I know what I did,” Lucious muttered.

“Then stop acting like you got dragged here by accident.”

Lucious felt heat crawl up his neck despite the cold.

“Normal’s gone,” she said quietly. “You think I wanted this?” She lifted the rifle slightly. “You think I wake up excited to go shoot something so we don’t starve?”

He didn’t respond. He couldn’t.

Her voice softened, but it didn’t lose its edge.

“We’re all scared,” she said. “Every single one of us. But being scared doesn’t mean you get to sit out while everyone else does the hard part.”

Lucious swallowed, staring at his boots half-buried in snow.

She held the rifle out toward him.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. The gun looked impossibly heavy, like taking it meant accepting something he wasn’t ready to face — that this wasn’t temporary, that surviving meant changing.

Natalie pushed it gently into his hands anyway.

“Use it,” she said, her voice low and steady. “Or we starve.”

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LUCIOUS MORALES, teen , is observant, disciplined, and quietly ambitious. He understands earlier than most, that popularity is not something you stumble into. At Hawkins High, Lucious moves carefully through social space, aware of how he is seen and what that visibility can offer him. He is well-liked, rarely questioned, and almost never underestimated.

For years, he is known as one half of the Double Act. Alongside Steve Harrington, Their friendship is unusually intimate. Lucious, who is more thoughtful and self-aware, plays the role of a quiet guide in Steve's early efforts to gain confidence. He coaches him on posture, timing, and restraint. Even kissing, which Steve later becomes known for, starts as practice instead of instinct.

When Lucious develops an interest in Nancy Wheeler, he tells Steve first, believing that honesty is still the rule between them. He assumes that what they have history, loyalty, shared ambition will hold. It doesn’t. Steve begins dating Nancy anyway. Their friendship ends not with an argument, but with avoidance. By the time the school realizes the Double Act is over, Lucious has already stepped back, composed as ever. He keeps his place. He keeps his reputation. What he loses is harder to name. (S1)

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🎂🪽 STRANGER THINGS. It would have been easier if the Mind Flayer had stayed a monster. Easier if it had remained something vast and external, all shadows and hunger, a thing that happened to Lucious rather than something that moved through him and learned his shape. Monsters were clean that way. You could survive them without having to ask what parts of yourself they’d borrowed.

After the flaying, Steve became the center of gravity. Steve’s voice cutting through the noise. Steve’s hands grounding him when his thoughts stopped feeling like his own. It felt natural at first necessary, even to lean into that safety. But dependence has weight, and Lucious felt it pressing down on his chest. He noticed how his eyes searched for Steve before he even realized he was doing it, how his pulse only slowed when Steve was close enough to touch. That was when fear crept back in.

Because needing someone that much meant the danger wasn’t over.

If the Mind Flayer was the villain, then none of it was his fault. If it was the thing that made him cling, that hollowed him out and left him grasping for something solid, then Lucious could forgive himself. But if the truth was that the clinging came from him, from something fragile and human and embarrassingly ordinary… then what did that say about who he was now?? He didn’t want to be someone who survived by latching on. He didn’t want to become a burden disguised as love.

So he pulled away. Slowly, carefully, telling himself it was healing. That distance meant progress. That if he could stand on his own again, it would mean the Mind Flayer hadn’t won.

Steve felt it immediately.

Every missed touch, every step back instead of forward, landed like a quiet blow. Steve told himself Lucious needed space, that this was normal, that he should be patient… but it didn’t stop the ache. It didn’t stop the way guilt gnawed at him, the certainty that he’d failed somehow. He had saved Lucious’s life, but losing him like this felt worse than any monster. Watching Lucious choose distance over him was a slow, relentless kind of pain, the kind that didn’t leave bruises but still killed something vital inside.

Neither of them could say it out loud. Lucious thought distance would keep them safe. Steve thought love meant staying anyway. And between them sat the same unspoken fear: that surviving the darkness might cost them each other.