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maybege · 2 months ago

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Lessons Learned

Summary: Someone accuses you of the most horrendous crime possible. Paz makes sure to prove them wrong.

Pairing: alpha!clan leader!Paz Vizsla x omega!fem!Reader

Wordcount: 6.0k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, marriage of convenience, enemies to lovers vibes (but really it is just idiots to lovers), (unfounded) accusations of child harm, fluff, yearning, scenting,

Big shoutout to @mostly-megan who helped me bring this story to life! I am so excited to share more about etl!Paz, it really is one of those AUs that I constantly think about but very rarely do I actually write about it. I hope you like it as much as I loved writing it! Please let me know what you think in a comment or a reblog – they are the best things about sharing it with you. Happy Sunday!

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Had anyone ever told you that you not only would wed Paz Vizsla, leader of your enemy clan, but you would live a somewhat happy life in the covert, you would not have hesitated to call that person a liar. Yet here you were, living a somewhat solitary but not necessarily unhappy life.

Sure, the mountain halls had needed some getting used to. You missed the sunshine on your face whenever you roamed the hallways, but the tunnels and rooms carved into the mountains kept you nicely cool in the summer and allowed the nature above to grow freely. You had heard from many people, independent of their clan, that the Vizsla territory was well-kept and well-protected. The flora and fauna were thriving and you had never seen so many butterflies as when you spent a few minutes outside.

Sadly, the glimpses you got from nature were through carved windows or courtyards that allowed you to gaze at the colours of the sky. You could not remember when you had simply lain down in a meadow, allowing the sounds of nature to soothe you to sleep. Your guards were quite strict, and though you had a feeling that they would not keep you from going outside, surely, they would report back to your husband and you were not ready to have to justify your comings and goings.

It was a pleasant surprise, then, when Maudii from the foundlings’ nursery asked you if you would like to help out in the classrooms. Teaching little ones was something you knew from your time back home and you enjoyed reading stories to them, teaching them the old legends and helping them improve their reading and writing.

However, your favourite part by far was when Maudii announced an excursion out of the covert and into nature. The trips to the outside were an absolute success. You got to wander through the meadows, along the edge of the woods, carefully crossing small streams as the children took in everything with big eyes and even bigger grins. You knelt down in the bushes, showing them the difference between the delicious berries you could put in cakes and the ones that were only meant for birds.

Each night, you lay in your little guestroom, tired out from spending the day in the fresh air and sunshine and finally felt like you had found a place where you could belong. Your husband might not love you and your body might betray you whenever you saw him, but finally, you had people in the covert who did not sneer at you whenever you crossed their paths.

Of course, that was only wishful thinking.

“What is going on?” you asked the guard who had suddenly appeared in the midst of your lesson the next morning. Kroks was not a stranger to you. Dieko had introduced him as one of the warriors in training and the young man was always very cordial towards you. Which is why his worried gaze set you on alert.

“Will you come with us, please?” Kroks looked uncomfortable but the guard next to him did not wait for your reply. His grip on your arm came as a surprise and it hurt, the physical pain overshadowed by the betrayal that even after months in this clan, you were still treated like an enemy. Maudii looked on with helpless fear and shock as you passed her, but you knew there was nothing she could do.

The walk to the throne room was not an unfamiliar one but it felt longer than usual now that you were dragged through the hallways like you had committed murder. No one spoke to you, no one told you why you were summoned and you could not help the panic that rose in you. If you were summoned by the guards, it could only mean that Paz knew about it. And what could possibly cause your husband to summon you like a common criminal?

Images flashed in your mind of wars and battles, all of them involving Paz and your family at home. What if your sacrifice had all been for nothing? What if it had not been enough to broker peace between your clans and now you would be the first victim of the new wave of battles?

But even as you thought it, there was a trust in you that Paz would not harm you.

The heavy doors to the throne room were pulled open, and your eyes immediately settled on him. Your husband was sitting on his throne, legs spread, chin resting on his hand and your heart skipped a beat at the memory of how, not too long ago, you had joined him there.

The moment he spotted you was clear because he sat up, back straight and a deep frown on his face. Like he had not expected to see you. That was a good sign, right?

You were not the only ones in the room, of course, and after you finally ripped your eyes away from your husband, you recognised a few council members and some guards standing around the room. Right in front of your husband was a man you did not recognise.

“You interrupted my council meeting with empty accusations and now you drag my wife here,” Paz’s voice boomed through the room, sounding very bored, “Please enlighten us to what end you interrupt my very day, Roalm.”

“I am here because our guest,” Roalm spat out the word, “has committed the most treacherous and spiteful of acts.”

It took you a minute to realise he meant you. You were the guest. You were the one who had committed something so horrible, you had been dragged here to face the consequences. The frown on your face did little to also cover the anxiety that surged up. Your heart beat loudly in your chest and you got nervous.

What did he mean? What had you done? You were more than aware that although you were all Mandalorian, there were differences in your culture that you had not caught up on completely. All in all, though, you got the impression that you hadn’t done something completely stupid. Yet.

“It brings me no pleasure to say this,” Roalm continued gravely before pointing his finger at you, his eyes full of hatred, “She has poisoned the foundlings.”

His accusation sat in the empty room for a moment, the shock following soon after. His words kept echoing in your head as you tried to determine if all this was real or if maybe you were still dreaming. Maybe you were still asleep, curled up in your bed with blankets, and at any moment, you would hear one of Paz’s advisors enter his room, updating him on his daily schedule. Maybe you were close to your heat? You always had the most absurd and scary dreams then.

None of that happened, though, you were still standing on the stone floor, your eyes wide as you watched Paz sit up straighter, leaning forward to rest his forearms on his knees. The guard behind you seemed to understand what had been said earlier than you, because your knees suddenly met the floor as you were pushed to kneel in front of Paz.

“What?” you breathed, wincing through the pain, “No, I – I would never – I haven’t …”

“She's been taking the foundlings out to the fields for weeks now,” the man interrupted you, sounding so sure of himself, “And several of them have said they were being fed berries by her. Poisonous berries! Clearly, she has been sent here by her pack of traitors to cause us the most possible harm. Not only is she infiltrating us by being married to our leader, she is jeopardising our entire future.”

Tears gathered in your eyes. You wanted to be strong. You needed to be strong. But stars, you were so tired. You had done everything to make a good impression, to make sure that you were polite and kind to everyone. And you had been so happy to finally find a place where you could do something. Where you could be happy and useful and –

“I would never …” you sobbed, “I would never harm them. I didn’t harm them. Paz, please,” you looked up, finding your husband’s gaze on you, "Please. Please, believe me.”

Your husband always looked imposing on his throne. It was hard to believe that it had not been too long ago that you had joined him on his lap, letting his fingers explore parts of your body that resulted in ecstasy and now you were kneeling on the floor, teardrops forming a little pool in the grooves of the stone beneath you. Oh, how the mighty could fall.

“You know,” Paz’s voice was cool but it had an edge to it that you could not identify, “One might say that everything my wife does is a reflection of me. Would you suggest that your own clan leader has been conspiring to kill foundlings?”

“N-no, no! Of course not, m’lord. I was merely suggesting. I-it was –“

“Then you had better have proof of such things,” you watched with baited breath as the alpha rose up, towering over everyone in the room, even more so now that you were kneeling, “I hope you’ll be able to back up those claims when me and my guards join the trip tomorrow. Or else you’ll have not only insulted my wife, but you’ll have threatened her well-being. Now, everybody leave.”

You had never slept so badly, tossing and turning all night as you tried to give your panicked thoughts a rest. Not even the night before you had snuck out of your clan’s quarters to offer yourself to the scary enemy alpha, you had been this nervous. Maybe because you knew there was nothing keeping you from being killed if people thought you actually poisoned the foundlings.

You frowned, staring at the dark ceiling. None of the foundlings had been sick in the last few weeks (with the exception of one case of a cough which had turned out to be from too much dust in a carpet) and you trusted your abilities enough to know poisonous from edible berries.

Surely, your excursion today would prove your innocence.

Because if it didn’t …

Tears threatened to spill onto your cheeks again.

Hearing Kroks enter Paz’s room, greeting up, felt like a relief then. The day was starting and so was your chance to prove yourself.

You chose your prettiest dress to wear, made of long linen that had been dyed with flower petals. The children loved to find the flowers in the wild that had been used for the colours on your dress and with all the excitement of today, you wanted them to have as much fun as possible.

The sun was shining as your larger-than-usual group finally reached one of the hidden exits of the caves. There was not a cloud in the sky and you were greeted with a cool breeze that rustled the trees and made the meadows look like green oceans. Everyone was in a good mood, chattering happily as you made your way along the edge of the woods.

Well, not everyone.

The only people who were more serious than you were the few council members and guards that Paz had ordered to accompany you. Roalm was one of them.

You tried your hardest to ignore the man as you knelt in the grass, letting the children explore and run around to their heart's content. You had been scared that the unannounced guests on your trip would throw them off, but you should not have worried. The little ones were very happy with the extra attention they got, running this way and that way and picking berries to show the guards which ones were for them and which ones were for the birds.

The council members stayed back but you did not let yourself be tricked by their silence. You knew they were watching every move you made and listening intently to every word that left your mouth. There was no room for mistakes. No room for ambiguity.

Luckily, the children did not share your predicament and instead let themselves be distracted whenever they deemed the lesson too boring.

One of the distractions they found was their clan leader.

You would not have expected Paz to be as relaxed as he was. He let himself be tugged along by tiny hands, climbed on by the toddlers, all with the biggest smile and a deep laugh. You watched in awe as he carried them on his shoulders, making sure they did not fall, even as they hung from his arms with happy squeals.

Paz Vizsla, for all his talks about the importance of foundlings, had not made a particularly child-friendly impression on you. Clearly, you had been wrong.

The sight of him surrounded by the children made your heart flutter and you found yourself able to take one deep breath after another as you and Maudii pointed out new plants to your students. Your eyes met your husband’s on more than one occasion and there was a strange expression on his face, with just the hint of a smile on his mouth.

Maybe everything would turn out to be okay.

Lunch was taken on a meadow. No one had arrested you yet, which you counted as a win and when Maudii and some of the guards opened the baskets full of food, you had the first moment of today to just relax.

You were all alone when you sat back against a tree, right underneath the shade, and bit into a delicious berry bread. In front of you, you watched the children play with Paz, their little forms almost hidden by the tall grass as they tried to escape from the “monster”, a role your husband impersonated surprisingly well.

His roars and laughter and were interrupted by the children’s giggles as, one after the other, they were plucked from the ground and put on his shoulders. You could barely see him by the end, with all the children clinging to him as he slowly made his way to where all the adults were waiting. Maudii greeted them with a smile as Kroks helped her distribute the packed lunches the kitchen had prepared for them.

“But we are not done,” Lia pouted, “The monster hasn’t caught us all yet.”

“Of course, I did, little warrior,” Paz laughed as he lifted another kid off his shoulder, “I caught all of you hiding in the grass, didn’t I?”

Lia took a big bite of the bread, her words muffled. “You need to chase her, too,” she pointed to you and you could see Paz’s gaze darken as he followed her arm.

“Um, I don’t know …” you trailed off, highly aware of him now mustering you.

But Paz did not seem to share your worries. Your husband stood up, seeming taller than usual. “C’mon, ‘mega,” he chuckled, putting his helmet on, “It could be fun.”

Chancing a glance at the council members, you realised that no one really was paying attention. And it did sound fun, it certainly sounded like a distraction. Maybe that was exactly what you needed, right now?

You carefully stood up, smoothing a wrinkle out of your dress and looked up to find Paz's face fixed on you. Through the black visor of the helmet, you could not see his eyes, but you knew he was watching you. You could feel it, the tingle in your spine whenever this alpha focused on you.

One tentative step backwards by you was followed by one step from him, following you. The grass was soft under your shoes and the sun was warm on your skin as you left the shade of the tree.

There was something stuck in your throat that made it hard to swallow when he took another step.

Before you could debate your decision, you hurled around and ran.

The children cheered, and you swore you could hear one or two of the guards whoop as you raced around the meadow. You could not remember the last time you had run around freely, much less because you were playing catch. The wind in your hair felt freeing and you could feel a laugh forming in your chest.

However, you weren’t as fast as you thought you were because only seconds later, you could hear thundering footsteps behind you. And they were getting closer.

Paz really was chasing you and although you had simply wanted to indulge the foundlings’ wishes, you could not bring yourself to just … lose. You wanted to make him work for it, maybe even win, and you certainly did not want to put on a weak performance before the council.

Your hands gripped your skirt tighter as you lifted it higher, allowing you to lengthen your strides and you could hear Paz’s puffs of air as he ran behind you. Chasing you. Hunting you.

A shiver ran down your spine as you tried to ignore how your body reacted to him. Panic and something thrilling coursed through you when you could feel him at your back. The anticipation made your pussy pulse which had nothing to do with the fact that it was your husband behind you. Nothing at all.

There was a brush of fingers on your back and your heart lurched.

I’m not ready to go back, your head screamed, I’m not done yet.

And so, you did the only sensible thing: You stopped suddenly before sprinting to the sharp left, right into the woods.

Paz’s chuckle behind you made you feel all sorts of things (most of them which you tried to ignore because, again, your husband had no effect on you, whatsoever).

“You’re really making me work for it, huh?” he called behind you as you twisted around the trees, the trunks getting thicker the more you ventured into the forest.

Your response was only a laugh, jumping over a little stream that Paz must have just stomped through from the sounds of it. If you could just stay in this moment forever, maybe then everything would be alright. The kids would be safe and so would you because even if the council decided against you, there was no way they would find you here in the midst of –

“Oof!”

All the air left your lungs as you crashed against a tree trunk. You waited for it to hurt but nothing followed the slight discomfort of your sudden stop. Your back was against the tree but there was something between your head and the wood. His hand.

Paz had cushioned your crash, crowding you in with no means of escape while also cradling you to him like you were the most precious thing in the world. His body was huge, shielding you from your surroundings but instead of intimidating you, all you felt was safe.

Like this had been the goal of your run all along.

“Got you,” he rumbled and you watched as his chest rose and fell evenly. He wasn’t even out of breath, that bastard.

“And now?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He tilted his head and you hoped he would not ask you to elaborate. You didn’t want to admit that you like being this close, that you wanted to stay like this for as long as he would allow. The embarrassment would kill you, surely.

But then he tilted his head the other way and you realised he was listening for something.

When he heard (or didn’t hear?) what he wanted, you watched with baited breath as he leant back, putting an unacceptable amount of distance between the two of you, and lifted his helmet.

You knew what your husband looked like. You always had. For the longest time, you had convinced yourself that he was as ugly as your family had made him out to be. That his evil personality translated into an appearance that made him just as repulsive.

But now that you had spent time with him, that you endured his teaching and his cocky self-assurance and witness his joy with his friends and the foundlings and had him touch you – intimately – in ways no one ever had, you had to admit: Your husband was the most handsome man you knew. Inside and out.

(He was still annoyingly cocky, though.)

Watching his face be revealed to you once again, made your heart switch to an unusual pitter-patter, skipping every second beat and pumping so string, it almost hurt. The lines on his face, the crease between his brows, the crinkles next to his eyes, it all made your pulse run faster. And then he smiled at you, so softly, you were done for.

“Seems like I caught my prize,” he rumbled, his nose brushing against yours, “Wonder what I’ll do with her.”

“Oh,” you gasped, shifting against the tree, your hips bumping against his. His scent washed over you and you wished he hadn’t worn his full training get-up. You wished he had worn the soft pants he had worn that night, the ones you had been able to feel his hard flesh through.

Your husband seemed to be just as unhappy with your position because his helmet landed on the ground, cushioned by the grass, and his hands grabbed yours, lifting them above your head.

“Stay still and let me scent you,” he rumbled, one hand closing around both of your wrists, the other landing on your hip. His touch was hot, making you squirm even more. When his nose brushed over your scent gland, coating you in the smell of pines and smoke, you had a whole-body shiver. The kind that made you very aware of how wet your underwear was getting.

“Paz,” you gasped, tilting your head back so he had more access.

The only response you got was a growl. His hand around yours tightened and then his mouth opened against your neck and he sucked.

Was it possible to come from just this?

You wanted to touch him, you wanted to be closer to him, but his grip on you was steadfast, only letting you move however he wanted you to.

“You smell afraid, omega,” he praised you, the tip of his nose brushing all the way up to you just under your ear, “Am I scaring you?”

“No!” you protested quickly, eyes widening with fear that you had just pushed him away, “I’m not – not of you, I promise!”

“Shh,” he calmed you, dark eyes looking at you so warmly, “I know the only person you’d ever want to kill is me, love”, he whispered against your neck, “You’d never hurt any of the children and I believe you.”

You hadn’t realised how high-strung you were until his words registered in your head. Paz believed you. He had never doubted you. Even if everything went horribly wrong now, he was the one person in your corner whom you could trust.

The knowledge that he believed you lifted a weight off your shoulders you had not quite realised you were carrying. But now that it was gone, you could feel the fear and panic of the last 24 hours crashing over you.

“Oh, ‘mega,” he breathed as your body started to shake with tears. Paz did not loosen his grip. He stepped even closer, his front completely pressed against yours until he was close enough that you could tuck your head into the crook of his neck.

His hold on your hands went away and seconds later, he had you wrapped up in his arms, holding you while you sobbed into his neck.

“I didn’t do it,” you whimpered, “And I – I don’t understand what else I need to do to get them to trust me. I – they’re kids, Paz! I’d never hurt the kids.”

“I know,” he rumbled, “Let it all out, love. You’d never hurt anyone, I know. We’re proving him wrong today, you’ll see.”

“I’m just so tired of it,” you admitted, feeling your chest calm down, “I’m so tired of having to prove myself and no one believing me.”

Paz started moving and you realised he was slowly swaying you back and forth. “I believe you.”

And in that moment, it was enough.

This time, when you were called to the throne room, you felt hopeful.

Paz was sitting back on his throne, dressed in more casual clothes, and you could feel your cheeks warm at the heat in his gaze.

“Omega,” he greeted you, his voice filled with fondness that made your heart clench, “I called you here to convene with the council before Roalm comes in.”

You looked up, realising he had spoken true. The only people here were the council members who had accompanied you on your trip and Paz.

“Do,” you swallowed and shifted your feet, “Do you want me to defend myself now?”

“I see no reason for you to defend yourself,” Dieko said, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “The children seemed to have fun and were quick to identify which berries were good and which ones weren’t.”

“And when they were unsure, they approached you or Maudii to consult,” another one added, “And received the correct answer. You did a good job at teaching them, m’lady, and I am sure I am not the only one who would support our foundlings to have more trips to our lands.”

It was one thing to know that you would not be in danger of execution from the council; it was another to actually be praised by them. You were so stunned, all you could do was look at him, trying to find words of gratitude.

“C’mere, omega,” Paz called and you turned around, “I want you here for this.”

His hands rested on his thick thighs and you hoped no one noticed how nervous his request made you. Sitting on his lap wasn’t that extraordinary for them. You had learned from Maudii that that was how previous leaders had held court in this clan.

For you, it felt oddly intimate.

“This is less fun than the last time we sat like this,” he joked quietly as he helped you settle on his lap. Your ears burned at the memory of how his fingers felt inside you. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Oh, hush,” you hissed and he chuckled, his big arm wrapping round your back until you sat sideways on him. It was so much easier to focus on him than on the rest of the room.

“Let me tease you, love,” he rumbled, his nose brushing over your jaw, “It’s my favourite part of the day.”

You were about to retort something very smart, you were sure of it, when the doors opened and you were faced with Roalm. He looked worse for wear than the first time you had seen him in this room but his presence still made you tense, your spine stiffening until Paz’s nose was on your neck again.

“Oh,” you breathed, pines and smoke filling your nostrils, “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome, love,” his mouth moved against your sensitive skin, “Anything to keep you calm and happy, hm?”

You ignore the flutter in your heart in favour of melting against him, fully relaxing against his chest and letting yourself be encompassed by his scent.

“M’lord Vizsla,” Roalm started, his voice wavering as his eyes darted between you and your husband and the guards surrounding him, “I am so –“

“Since you did not give my wife the benefit of speaking in her defence, I will return the favour,” Paz’s voice cut through the hall and you flinched in surprise. Where did all that anger come from?

Your hand settled on his chest and you could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady. But there was something sharp and acid tickling your nostrils and you swallowed. Paz wasn’t only angry. He was furious. And all of this on your behalf.

“Did you see my wife poisoning the children?”

“Uh … well, not exactly, but that doesn’t mean –“

“Did any of the children feel unwell?”

“No, but …”

Paz’s hand squeezed your hip gently and you heard his sharp inhale, breathing you in. “So, you mean to tell me that my wife has been trying to murder innocent lives without having seen anything, without having any proof and even after seeing how beloved she is by them?”

“I am so sorry,” Roalm whimpered, cowering before you. You knew he must be scared. Stars, you would be, too, if Paz were this furious with you. Still, you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel sorry for the man who had accused you of the most heinous crime.

“It’s too late for apologies,” Paz hissed, “You implied my wife deserved to be executed for her crimes. Do you think you deserve that same fate?”

Your head whipped around, seeking your husband’s gaze. You were angry, yes, and you were not ready to forgive him yet. But did you want him to die in your name? No. You didn’t want anyone to die because of this.

Paz met your gaze, his frown softening. “He’ll be unharmed, my love,” he whispered, quiet enough for only you to hear, “But he will regret the day he dared to put you in danger.”

The determination in his voice made your heart sing and you turned around just in time to see Paz motion for the guards. “A few days in a cell should give you enough time to think about the consequences of your actions,” he announced, “Now leave my sight.”

Roalm’s wailing lasted only for a few seconds before the heavy doors closed behind him and the guards and suddenly everything returned to its usual business. People filtered through the doors, talking in small groups and you could see a few of the guards leave while the rest took their posts by the entrances.

Everyone acted like nothing happened at all but you could not bring yourself to it.

“Can … Can I stay here for a while?” you asked, not trusting yourself to look at Paz to face his rejection, “Just for a bit?”

His response was immediate. His hands pulled you even tighter to him and you could feel him shift in his seat until your head could comfortably lie against his chest. The way your body relaxed into him was not lost on you.

“You can stay here however long you wish to,” his fingers gently circled your scent gland, “And you can return tomorrow, too, if you like.”

“I want you in my bed tonight.”

The announcement came after dinner when you both had retired to your rooms. You were sitting on your bed, trying to subtly arrange the many blankets into a nest, discreetly sneaking your dress in there as well. Only because it was soft, of course, and not because his scent still clung to it.

You squeaked at his appearance in your doorframe. Paz usually spent his evenings in the parlour, sitting by the fire and reading notes before going to bed in the bedroom that was meant for the two of you.

Ever since you had married, Paz had made it clear he wouldn’t force himself on you. But maybe after the excitement of the day, he had changed his mind? Maybe his protecting you was bound to some sort of expectation that you now had to fulfil?

The fear on your face must have been obvious because the grin he sent you made your knees weak. “Not for any marital duties,” he winked, “Though I’m not opposed to it if you decide you want to know what a knot feels like.”

Do not think about taking his knot. Do not think about what taking his knot would feel like. Do not think about how he would praise you for taking his knot.

“Why then?” you asked, hands folded in your lap as you avoided his gaze, “Why do you want me … with you?”

Silence followed and you prayed to the stars that he could not smell how wet you were for him.

“I need to know you are safe,” he said, finally, “I would sleep better when you are close by.”

You would never admit it but it was the first time someone had voiced genuine concern for your well-being. The thought of it made your heart ache. After all, you had lived your entire life trying to serve your family’s – your clan’s – best intentions and all it got you was their rejection and life in a covert that you had been taught was enemy territory.

It was easy, then, to follow him back to his bedroom and carefully settle on one side of the giant bed while Paz settled on the other.

Despite its size, it did not take long until you reached your hand to the side and found him under the blankets.

“You probably need to visit the foundlings more often after today,” you said, a smile on your lips as you remembered how they had used him as a playground, “they really enjoyed themselves.”

“And did you?”

You turned to the side, finding him already looking at you. There was something so gentle about seeing him in the dim light of the embers, the lines on his face all smoothed over, the thin sheet pulled up only to his waist. “I did, too,” you confirmed, feeling out of breath for no reason at all, as you looked over his broad chest, “Although the thing you said today …”

“Which one?” he enquired, his hand reaching out to pull you closer. A warm feeling started in your chest when you cuddled up against him, his large hand swooping up and down your back, “I say many things when the day is long.”

You smiled. “You said, uh, you said that you know the only person I’d want to kill in the covert is you,” you recalled, rubbing your feet together for warmth, “Do you really think that?”

“Is it not true?”

The casualness with which he said it broke your heart. Did he really think you thought so little of him? Had the past few months not affected him at all, so he thought they hadn’t affected you either?

“I wouldn’t want to kill you,” you said firmly, needing him to hear you. “Maybe there was a time when the thought brought me comfort but it’s been a long time since then. I … feel comfortable here. With you and the foundlings and Kroks and Maudii.”

Hu hummed in acknowledgement and in a matter of seconds, you went from feeling like you needed to share your feelings to feeling like you had overshared once again. Paz may not be interested in you in that way … Were you even interested in him in that way?

The answer to that was clear.

“Can I scent you?”

“Yes.”

He rolled you around so he was on top of you, his eyes serious. Just like in the forest, his hand found your wrists, pinning them into the soft mattress. Your foreheads rested against one another and your breaths mingled-

His eyes searched for something and you wondered what it was, wondered if you could give it to him.

“I need you to know, little wife,” he murmured, his thumb brushing steadily over the scent glands on your wrists, “Everything I do these days is so you feel safe and comfortable. If I can’t offer you that,” you watched his throat bob, “Then maybe I do deserve to killed by you.”

Your brows furrowed in protest. Trying to free your hands was futile because his grip was so tight, so you did the only thing you could. You lifted your face up, right to his jaw and started scenting him. The shudder that went through his body made you smile and you continued, brushing your nose to the point right behind his ear.

His entire weight was resting on you now, making moving impossible but you didn’t care. You didn’t want to move anyway. You wanted to stay here and breathe him in – the familiar scent of pines and smoke making you feel at ease.

“I am right where I want to be,” you admitted into the quiet of the night, your eyes drooping closed, “And I want to be here with you, alpha.”

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Would OT9 SNSD send you erotic photos/videos of themselves?

Just a forewarning, this is all for fun. I'm speculating wildly here - if you asked me to say if I really believed SNSD are like this in real life, I would probably say no, but it's sorta fun to sorta let your mind go crazy when thinking about this kinda thing :P

Taeyeon

Taeyeon sends these pictures on her public instagram

aint no WAY she wouldn't be down to send spicier stuff in private, imo

(bruh, imagine ... 🤤🤤🤤🤤)

(you're like, chilling, on the way back from work, and your phone lights up, and it's a video of a, like, black screen, but you can clearly hear that she's touching herself and moaning your name really loudly, and only after she cums does she bring the phone up to her face and say something cute like, "Miss you~", and now you're hot and bothered for the rest of the way home)

Jessica

As for Jessica, I feel like she would take some convincing, but she might eventually fold. Even recently, the types of dresses she wears ...

They are all, like, for special occasions and whatnot, so I feel like she would do it very sparringly. She wouldn't, like, pop up in your DMs while you're eating lunch randomly with a spicy pic like Sunny or Taeyeon might, but she might send some kind of, like, warm-up/spicy content to you for Valentine's day or something.

Sunny

Same with Sunny, imo. I feel like Sunny, while she doesn't post as much on SNS or anything, is more of the type to like, send a random pic of her in a bikini that barely covers everything it ought to, to someone she's seeing, or like very coyly send a pic of her in some underwear she just bought asking you if you like it or something.

I mean, this is her btw

I know she's playing it up for the camera and everything, so I feel like she wouldn't be wearing such a seductive expression - probably more of a fake-innocent, 'I-know-what-I'm-doing-to-you-but-I'm-playing-innocent' kinda vibes. I feel like she's the type that sorta just likes making you squirm in public, especially because I can see her liking it rough after you've been bottling it all up for the entire day.

Tiffany

Tiffany is the American girlfriend of SNSD, OF COURSE she'd be down to send spicy content. However, I feel like she wouldn't be as spontaneous as Sunny might be - I feel like it would be more predictable, when the mood's right, when she can tell that you both are down to fuck that night and she's just sending you some preparatory-content almost, warming you up so that you can have the extra energy necessary to go until the sun rises the next morning.

Like, something like this

but even spicier...?!?!

Or like, this

but with nothing on, so you can barely not see her boobs?!?! Like, a teasing little smirk on her cute lil face, clearly telling you that she knows what she's doing and telling you to come home faster?!?!?

🤤🤤🤤

Hyoyeon

This might be a hot take, but I feel like Hyoyeon would be the most conservative in these regards out of all of SNSD. She has no problem clowning around and laughing and having fun, but I feel like she doesn't even really like taking pictures of herself? Like, she'll take pictures of herself to please other people, but only to that extent - maybe you could convince her to send a pic of like, her in her favorite underwear, but that would be it.

I'm not sure if anyone has seen that Soshi TamTam episode, where Seohyun/Tiffany acted as Hyoyeon's manager, but they were doing so for a photoshoot Hyoyeon was doing for her album (I think?) and she was still pretty shy, even though she got some pics like this:

IDK MAYBE I'M ENTIRELY WRONG. WE ALL LOVE YOU HYOYEON <3

Yuri

Yuri, I feel like, surprisingly (given how many sexy pics she drops every now and then) wouldn't do this much. I feel like she's more of the type to like, seduce you in person than over text or whatnot. She might send something like this over:

And then do some absolutely horrendous stuff to you in person.

😳

Sooyoung

Sooyoung is #2 in terms of conservative-ness in SNSD, imo. It is true, this is her:

But she's also been in a committed relationship for ... how long is it? 10 years? 12 years?

Like, gaw damn is this woman loyal, and also, how fking lucky is Jung Kyung-ho? The greatest extent I can imagine Sooyoung doing this is sending pics like above from a photoshoot she did, asking Kyung-ho how she looks, and that leads to a wild night when she gets home.

Yoona

Hm ... I don't really know for Yoona, tbh. I feel like she might do a spurr-of-the-moment thing, sending a pic like this

except maybe the bra strap is lower and showing a little bit more, or maybe a pic like this

except maybe the top is smaller and showing a little bit of underboob, accompanied by a cheekly little message like, "what do you want for dinner tonight? 😘" knowing full well what you want to respond with, and then acts all surprised when, first thing when you get back home, pick her up and slam her down onto her bed, but is then riding you like a fucking champ a minute later.

Seohyun

The meta with Seohyun recently is to say that she's secretly a freak, and while I also like that idea, I feel like it might not be as true as some people make it out to be? Seohyun would be #3 in terms of conservative-ness - she still seems to be living a pretty prim-and-proper life, even saying in the most recent episode of 'Face Talk' with Tiffany that she wants her partner to be living as well as she is. She even admits that this is a high standard, but she confesses that she does, in fact, have high standards.

BUT

Just because she's #3, doesn't mean she wouldn't be down to send spicy stuff over at all. I feel like there would probably be a pretty big gap between her and Sooyoung, even though they're one placement apart. After all, Seohyun did play the female lead in that BDSM movie 'Love and Leashes' (she's the one playing the dom btw - also, as far as I know, it's a completely SFW movie) and she is currently playing the lead for the TV Show 'The First Night with the Duke', in which she apparently filmed a pretty spicy sex scene with Taecyeon (yes, from 2PM), albeit censored and whatnot as you'd expect of a Korean TV show being aired on a public TV station.

ALL OF THAT TO SAY

I mean, look at her.

:dumjj: x47328945

You can't tell me she wouldn't flaunt her stuff at her boyfriend, and play the innocent act, 'What do you mean I sent a pic with my areola almost showing and my erect nipple poking through the thin fabric of my top? I just thought I looked cute in this picture and just wanted to send it over to you to see if you agreed' and then moans so loudly that the neighbors can hear when you ravage her later that night.

#ask #snsd smut #not really smut #but like sorta?#like very short snippets of smut #taeyeon #jessica #sunny #tiffany #hyoyeon #yuri #sooyoung #yoona #seohyun

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mysticbby2009 · 3 months ago

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Rivals & Revisions Part 5 – This Is Actual Hell.

(masterlist) ; (part 1) ; (part 2) ; (part 3) ; (part 4)

You were already regretting this.

Rafe, your tutor? Horrendous. Rafe, your tutor and a smug asshole about it? Unbearable.

The two of you sat at a secluded table in the library, your textbook open in front of you. Rafe leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you struggle through the first practice problem with way too much amusement.

"You look like you're in pain," he observed.

"I am in pain," you shot back, rubbing your temple. "Your notes are useless."

He scoffed. "They’re not useless—"

"Rafe, you literally wrote ‘just vibes’ next to an entire theorem."

"Yeah, because it’s common sense—"

"It is absolutely not common sense."

He smirked. "It is if you’re me."

You clenched your jaw, gripping your pen like it was the only thing keeping you from throwing something at him.

"Okay," he sighed, leaning forward. "Let’s break this down. What part aren’t you getting?"

You hesitated, staring at the problem in front of you. Truthfully, you weren’t just struggling with econ right now. Your brain was still fried from the last two weeks at home, the stress of everything making it impossible to focus.

Rafe must’ve noticed, because his usual cocky expression shifted just slightly.

"You good?"

You exhaled, shaking your head. "No. But I don’t have time to not be good, so just—explain this again."

He studied you for a second longer before nodding. "Alright, fine. But if you cry, I’m not dealing with it."

You rolled your eyes. "God, you’re the worst."

"Yet here we are."

You groaned, but let him start explaining. And to your complete and utter shock—

He was… actually good at this.

Like, infuriatingly good. When he wasn’t being an ass about it, he actually knew how to teach.

You hated that.

You hated that his voice was weirdly easy to follow. You hated that his explanations actually made sense. You hated that, for the first time in weeks, you finally felt like you were catching up.

And Rafe?

Rafe loved it.

"See?" he said after you finally got a question right. "You're so much better when you listen to me."

"Don’t push it, Cameron."

He grinned, spinning his pen between his fingers. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

Liar.

@cokewithcameron @my-name-is-baby @letstryagaintomorrow @akobx @freckled-lass

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nosferatuix · 9 days ago

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Maybe if the Gojo clan had let Satoru go outside and mingle with people and have friends he would not have been KO'd by the first people to bully him at 15, and yet, here we are. I keep thinking about the recent sketch of him at his coming of age ceremony, how he nearly got himself disowned just so he could have freedom. I hc that even before sashisu actually all started getting along it was still the happiest he'd ever been because they treated him as a real human being even if one they weren't totally sure they liked.

Also I hate Naoya a whole lot but I do think it's super funny that Naoya was already obsessed with Gojo and has some surface level traits that you'd think he could vibe with(pretty strong, relatively new technique, same age, somewhat rebellious with already having piercings and dyed hair) and Satoru is the loneliest boy in the world but the vibes were just so absolutely horrendous apparently he was just like "actually being alone is fine if this is the alternative". And then he went off to Tokyo and became besties with a different guy with piercings and a delinquent vibe and A Woman.

i 100% agree. that sketch of him all sulking in his coming-of-age ceremony and naoya staring at him made me think a lot about their on-going-beef tbh. i think simply suguru (and maybe shoko, since i hc her that way) not knowing who the actual fuck gojo was and how important he was in the whole jujutsu society was enough of a reason for him to like these new friends he made. being treated like a normal kid lifted his spirits up so much, you can tell just by comparing his grumpy child self to his silly teenage self :( i love him so much ughhh

naoya being a zen'in is like the first negative trait he clocks about him, but then the bitch opens his mouth and starts spewing so much bullshit that satoru mentally congratulates/high-fives himself for being such a good judge of character. but i can imagine naoya SEETHING and frothing at the mouth like draco malfoy when satoru rejects him over and over again, fucks off to tokyo where only incompetent non-sorcerer-borns go, then has the AUDACITY to allow those two lowlives to exist around him instead of naoya.

#sashisu #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #ieiri shoko #jujutsu kaisen #ask #nosferatuix answers

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radioisntdead · 1 year ago

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can we get op reader just beating the absolute SHIT out of valentino while vox and velvette watch on in horror? :3 perhaps others too, like perchance we somehow stutmbled upon valentino's set while angel was there and are just *appalled* and therefore decide his second living privileges need to be taken away <3

- snake

Good evening my dear!

When I tell you I audibly screamed when I read this request I mean it my dear! I despise Valentino and I adore this request! I did change some things because it didn't make much sense for the reader to just pop into the studio randomly and start going ham, so I went with some light backstory and causally gave the reader the found family treatment, anyways enjoy!

The Forgotten one

Reader fic,

Warnings!!

Mild torture {I say mild but limbs are getting ripped off, I don't go into detail and there isn't much of it but be warned!!} I'm imagining reader as an eldritch horror, This is literally just the reader murdering the grape guy horrendously, Reader ended up in eternal damnation for a reason! Also I'm imagining the reader to be British??? I don't know why, that was accidental but if you get British vibes that's why.

You died centuries ago, your generation laid long forgotten, you could barely remember your life before the black death had claimed it, you could just barely recall the high fever, hurling over in your cot and spitting out the blood that had gathered in your mouth.

You probably weren't the best person since you ended up here, maybe you were a tyrannical peasant? A murderer? A person of the night? A thief?

Maybe you had a family, maybe you were wedded, maybe you had kids, maybe you didn't.

Who knows, you certainly didn't.

You wondered if you will ever be able to recall those forgotten memories about your life.

All you knew is that you climbed the ranks quickly once you ended up in the underworld, gaining many souls, and power one could only dream of, becoming a feared overlord.

You've gone through many names, The dark one, the Wicked, The witch, the Warlock, A child of darkness, the devil's child, {That one didn't age well},

Most recently though you were deemed as the forgotten one, always lurking, watching, never coming out into the spotlight unless necessary, sending one of the souls you kept in your place while you hid in your castle.

However decades of solitude gets rather boring,

So you decided to go out, see what was new, after all when was the last time you were out and about? The 70's? Oh you adored the results of that decade.

Well venturing out turned out to be such treat! Turns out that fellow who adored ducks's charming daughter opened a hotel to redeem sinners! Oh how darling it was!

You popped in to visit it, finding the residents quite lovely, you simply adored how Charlie thought that you of all sinners could be redeemed! It was quite a foolish thought

But you liked that hotel along with it's lovely little residents,and if playing along with the Princess's delusions of you getting redeemed after so, so many harsh years, would let you stay in that hotel and cure your boredom then it wouldn't hurt to entertain that foolish thought now would it?

And so you stayed as one of the residents on the path of so-called redemption!

you got along well enough with the others, although Vaggie and Alastor were suspicious of you at first, although you and Alastor got along well after bonding over how the noisy picture box was overrated, it had wow'd you at first but that quickly faded as it progressed,

It took Vaggie awhile to trust you, but after you had taught her some of the skills you had picked up in your lifetime you became like a parental figure to the woman, which played out well as Charlie was already quite fond of you,

You had practically proclaimed them both as your daughter and daughter in law, you adored them both, baking them treats, gifting Vaggie a pair of some type weapon, giving Charlie something related to unicorns, or a joint gift for them,

You quite liked their reactions upon receiving something they liked,

You liked seeing them happy a little too much, so much that you started giving the others things you thought they might like, expensive alcohol for Husk, shiny sharp knifes to hunt bugs down with for dear niffty, vintage radios for Alastor, tools and things for inventing for Sir Pentious, and matching clothes for Fat nuggets and Angel for Angel dust,

You liked seeing their expressions when they liked something, it gave a warm, bubbly feeling in your stomach,

You liked spending time with everyone too.

Chatting at the bar with husk, Angel dust explaining things to you that you don't know, watching your fellow residents sleep with Sir Pentious, sparring with Vaggie, scrapbooking with Charlie, watching one of Niffty's roach puppet shows, taking a trip to cannibal town with Alastor to visit Rosie,

You slowly began seeing the hotel residents like family, you didn't have a family, or at least you didn't anymore so you don't know exactly how they worked but you thought that this was good enough,

They were your beloved family now, formed from delusional hope,

and you were their family reborn from a forgotten era, burned to ashes and thrown to the dark pits filled with brimstone, sin and death.

You'd do anything for them, you'd die for them, you'd live for them, and you'd kill for them, they most definitely were your family now.

And you typically protect family, right?

Right?

You heard about what happened in Valentino's studio with Angel dust, the bruises.

You were displeased,

More then displeased you were upset, you were angry, how long has it been since you were this angry how dare someone lay a hand on your dear family member?

You waited until the majority of the hotel were asleep, most notably Angel,

You made up an excuse to go out, saying you had to check up on your castle after all you had unfortunate sinners working there and they're headless chickens without you!

Charlie told you to stay safe before she went up to bed with Vaggie.

You would be safe!

fortunately though, a certain Vee, would not be safe.

You did stop by your castle, to grab a spear with Angelic steel, you mentally thanked yourself for grabbing it a several extermination days ago,

You twirled it in your hand before a large sinister grin over took your face.

It had been awhile since you were out for blood.

Getting into the Vee's tower was disappointingly easy! Scaling up the wall and breaking a window? Child's play!

What wasn't easy was finding Valentino, the bald pimp moth guy, you had to look through several rooms, why did they have so many rooms? Did they even need these???

Nevermind all that, after searching for an inconvenient amount of time,

you finally found the one that had dared to harm your dear family member, you tilted your head as Valentino squinted to see who you were, unraveling his wings once he didn't recognize you.

He didn't look like much, he was tall, red eyes, and he looked like a grape with wings, the grimaced, oh poor Angel Dust, he had to look at this everytime he went to work!

Thankfully after this he didn't need too, you twitched, transforming into a more demonic form.

"Who the fu-"

He didn't get to finish the sentence as you swiftly kicked him in the kneecap causing him to fall, cursing you and wincing at the sudden pain in his knee, taking that moment you kicked him again, this time on his side, pushing him properly on the ground, placing your shoe on his ribcage you began to slowly crush his rib, grinning at the beginnings of a cracking noise

Unfortunately the little grape screamed out for the TV fucker to appear,

You could hear the sound of cables getting ripped out and the sound of footsteps.

"Val, what is it this time? Is it about angel dust again, I- ShIT VaL, wHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?''

And the TV man makes an entrance shouting, how annoying, well you could always deal with him later, raising your hand pitch black inky tentrals came out from beside you, wrapping the TV headed man and attaching him onto the couch.

Returning your focus to the soon to be deceased, again, grape

You bent down to wrap a claw onto his wing,

It was soft, maybe you could make something for Niffty with it, a blanket perhaps? Or maybe a coat?

You pulled out the wing as Valentino screamed out in pain, blood splattering onto you, the floor and the walls,

a door swung open behind you before quickly being closed, just barely leaving a gap for a phone camera to sneak though, the owner of the phone looked on in horror.

You kicked Valentino over causing him to hiss and groan as he now laid on his stomach, how unfortunate for him, who knew that if you horrendously abused your employees an centuries old overlord would be out for your blood!

You grinned at how helpless he was now, how pitiful!

You grabbed one of his arms and pulled, nerves and muscles separated and blood leaked out.

Vox looked on in complete and utter horror, he couldn't do anything,

Would he be next?

The Vee's floor was destroyed, Valentino was shredded and separated, stabbed in the head with the angelic steel you had brought along as to ensure he would NOT be coming back.

Both of his wings were folded and set neatly on the counter away from the carnage, after all if you were to make Dear Niffty something with them they had to be clean, mostly, you'd have to clean them again, who knows what diseases that man was carrying, Yuck!

You took some of the carnage and place them into containers before putting them in a bag to carry with you, you tucked the detached wings under your arm, dusting yourself off you checked the digital clock on the wall,

You should get back quickly, they'll be up soon.

Moving around the broken glass and furniture that had gotten caught up in the downfall of Valentino you made your way out the door,

You let Vox free from your tendrils, hearing him move to possibly inspect the remains of his business partner and whatever else.

You wonder if the third one was still recording?

Oh well, that's none of your concern,

You knocked things over, shattered, torn and destroyed anything you could get your hands on as you went down the Vee's tower, destroying what you could.

At the bottom floor a box of fireworks caught your eye, you supposed it was for one of the Vee's something, maybe Velvette's fashion thing or one of the skinned grape's filthy films,

Well either way, you were going to borrow the fireworks, set them up on the ground floor and light em' up,

The fireworks boomed onto the floor, sparkling and bursting into flames, burning and sizzling anything it could get it's clutches on.

You left swiftly after, getting bored, and you were practically done anyways.

You should head home now, and stop by your castle to dispose of that spear.

You hummed as you moved around the kitchen swinging a spatula around on your finger before checking on the meat that was beginning to brown in the pan,

"Good Morning [Name!]"

Charlie popped into the kitchen, turning your head to her, you smiled at her,

"Morning Dear Charlie, I'm preparing breakfast for everyone, French toast for the majority and I picked up some fresh demon meat to make something else for Dear Alastor since he doesn't like sweet things,"

"Really? That's so sweet of you!''

"Mhm, It's nothing, But be a dear and call everyone to the dining room so they can feast?"

You ask tilting your head as Charlie nodded with a 'Yes!' before hopping off to gather everyone for breakfast.

You turn back to the stove, poking your spatula into the simmering remains of Valentino, hopefully the peppers and seasons make him taste decent, you would hate for everyone else to enjoy their food and Alastor be the only one to not enjoy the meal.

Hopefully they didn't suspect you when the news covers Valentino's demise and the destroyed tower.

You are not a good person by any means, you were condemned for a reason, this all started to sooth your boredom, you can NEVER be redeemed....

Or could you?

Maybe this little makeshift family that you desperately want to protect could change you, make you a better person.

It was a foolish thought, but as long as you can make them a mildly concerning breakfast, spend time with them, give them trinkets you think they would like, you were willing to entertain that foolish thought, more then willingly.

Thank you for tuning in folks! I'm working on those Susan requests and the other WIPS I have in my pocket so look forward to those!

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino x reader #I don't know exactly how to tag this

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hotvintagepoll · 1 year ago

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Propaganda

Ronald Colman (Arrowsmith, Random Harvest, Prisoner of Zenda)—"God! Ronnie Colman! Wasn't he marvelous? He had the greatest movie technique I've ever known in my life!" -Vincent Price

James Dean (Rebel Without A Cause, East of Eden)—can i just say that while james dean was horrendously hot, he also had a i-want-to-pick-him-up-and-carry-him-around-in-my-pocket-slash-hoodie-and-feed-him-treats kind of vibe to him? maybe it was because he was only 5'7, or maybe it was because (to me, at least) he constantly looked like a sopping wet poor little meow meow, or maybe it's because his eyebrows looked like they were too big for him. whatever it was, i'm beginning to understand why people still have posters of him in their rooms.

This is round 3 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut]

James Dean propaganda:

Ronald Colman propaganda:

No one, not even Douglas Fairbanks, could match Ronald Colman's screen close-ups. They were marvellous because he had a beautiful face, and because he had a deep but gentle masculinity: the ideal of the dark Englishman. — Laurence Olivier

Ronnie became not just an actor for me, but a way of life. — Vincent Price

"I wanna give some propaganda for Ronald Colman! His face acting made him a star in the silent era but when the arrival of the talkie brought one megastar after another down to earth he was one of the only ones to become more popular due to his voice, and became the blueprint for the “mellifluous voiced Englishman” type that Laurence Olivier and James Mason would later become known for. And to prove it here he is reading Shakespeare"

"1920s heartthrob to 1930s matinée idol to 1940s silver fox Oscar winner to 1950s comedy radio star, this man could do it ALL. I feel he is unfairly neglected today despite his smile making it into P.G. Wodehouse novels and the knee-melting qualities of his voice making it into a Rodgers & Hammerstein musical. A women's college made him the winner in their hottest celebrity poll in 1942, and I am right there with them. He was by all accounts an absolutely lovely person, as well, but I recognize that this poll is about the hotness and I think that Ronald Colman deserves more recognition for being ridiculously handsome and doing heartbreaking face-acting and having weaponizable quantities of charm. Also he saved David Niven's life (according to the latter's memoir) by shooting a shark once. Very sexy of him."

He was a wonderful friend; steady, true, full of wisdom and humour. He was generous and completely unbitchy unlike so many actors. A great actor, the master of the understated playing, and one many people (including me) tried hard to copy. A glorious speaking voice, dirty great brown 'fan' eyes, a smile that lit up the whole of Beverly Hills, and a man who could give a lame dog or a struggling actor a lift with never a thought of self-congratulation. — David Niven

#james dean #ronald colman #round 3 #hotvintagepoll #fuck that old man

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ireadwithmyears · 4 months ago

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Hi there! Congrats on 300!

I'd like to make a request, if I may, for either Fox or Dogma, whoever you feel is better, I love them both.

What do I need right now? I need someone who will be in control.

I'm tired. I'm so damned tired all of the time. I'm tired of having to make all of the decisions. I'm tired of having to choose. I just want/need someone else to take charge just for a day, or hell, an hour.

I need a fucking nap. And probably to cry for a half hour.

It can be sfw or nsfw, I'm not picky.

❤️ - @vodika-vibes

An Overworkers Guide to dealing with an Overworker

Pairing: Commander Fox/Fem Reader

Word count: 4.3 K

Requested by @vodika-vibes for my 300 follower milestone event (now closed)

Tags/warnings: 18+(minors DNI), smut, fingering, piv sex, authority kink if you squint, light dom/sub, Fox is pretty soft dom/just bossy in general here, but the reader needs it, reader is stressed and overworked, and also sleep deprived

Summary: Working as a speech writer for Senator Amidala involves meeting fast approaching deadlines and turnarounds on a pretty regular basis. With your people pleasing, and also slightly perfectionist tendencies, this makes for quite the combo. Fox, for his part, sometimes finds himself needing to get creative, not to mention persuasive, in his efforts to try and coax you out of the office.

Authors note: speaking of people pleasing/perfectionist tendencies...🤦‍♀️ i’m sorry for the longer wait than intended. I don’t want to be known as someone who isn’t reliable. But this was a case of life having absolutely horrendous timing, which you already know. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, because it was a wonderful little distraction for me to focus on over the past week.

Your shift should have been over hours ago.

Actually, the increasingly elusive logical side of your brain pipes up, masked by caffeine-induced adrenaline and warring with your body‘s exhaustion; your shift should have been over last night.

You had left the Senate, gone home, and even had time to make yourself some dinner, then the ping of your comm disrupted all the intended calm and peace you had originally planned to enjoy that night.

See, you worked for Senator Amidala, and, adequate speech writer that you were, you had been wholly unprepared for the amount of scandal that accompanied her name and reputation when you had initially taken the job.

Most of it, you had to concede, was unjustified. Public opinion quickly fluctuated in and out of her favor because she was young, because of how closely she was tied to Naboo, and—perhaps the only thing that was worthy of public speculation—how favorably she was viewed by its former senator, now the Supreme Chancellor.

However, eyes scanning over the communication that had been marked as extremely urgent, this, like most of the others, was absolutely bogus, penned by an author who, with the right words, could afford to have more than a substantial sway over the court of public opinion.

“Senator Amidala embezzling government funds with the help of Chancellor Palpatine”

by Janine White

A note followed that read: “Press conference tomorrow at 8 AM to deal with this mess. Need a speech that can clean up and fact check. Apologies for the quick turnaround.”

-Cordé

You had promptly let out an offended curse, glaring distinctly at the tiny headshot of Janine White that flickered on the display of your holopad for her unbridled audacity to publish such ridiculous nonsense, especially this late in the day.

Then you had sighed, and with an air of resignation, disappeared into your home office, a large mug of caf in hand.

Through the night you had crafted, drafted, edited, and then edited three more times, a speech that was concise, grounded in both intellect and facts that would with some luck be all that was needed during tomorrow’s—or you supposed by now it was this morning's—press conference.

Then you had sent it off to your employer, cc’ing each of her handmaidens for good measure, and when by chance you caught a glimpse of the timestamp of 4:36 AM, you decided that if you tried to sleep now, there was no way you would be getting up on time to make it to work once the sun came up.

You had sent a transmission to your supervisor, letting them know that you would be working from home today, and with resignation weighing down your bones, you had gotten back to work, beginning to draft your next far-less-urgent but still looming deadline for the senator.

Actions have consequences though, and unaware as you are of them right now, your consequence is currently making his way through the door of your apartment, utterly unfazed by the lack of response he gets when he calls your name as he enters.

Fox, much like you, has experience with overworking himself to the bone, because he himself is an overworker.

Finding himself in a serious relationship with one had, at first, not been smooth sailing. The two of you would often clash and butt heads in an attempt to get the other out of their office so that at least, for the love of the Force, they would get a few hours of sleep. There would be grumbled mutterings of calling the other a hypocrite, frustrated glares over each other’s shoulders, and an overall general air of unresolved tension that lingered until one of you decided that it would be easier to just sweep it all under the rug and act like it had never happened to begin with. Healthy? No. But for a short, blissful time, it was convenient, if nothing else.

By now though, the two of you had adapted, and with time, patience, and more than a few bumps along the road, had grown past the knee-jerk avoidance tendencies you both preferred. Now, there was familiar, comforting protocol and procedure.

Fox recognized the signs, from the lights left on in your kitchen to the unwashed and scattered dishes haphazardly piled on the table.

Alright, he thinks to himself, hands on his hips. Approach one.

He feels like he’s preparing to march into a battle rather than just stepping inside your home office. This approach, most of the time, is destined to fail, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try.

So he goes inside, steps behind you, and lays large, warm hands against your shoulders, thumbs slowly pressing into that one spot at the base of your neck that always gets sore after a long day, or in this case, night of writing.

And then he asks in the most tender, soft way his rough voice can manage, “Mesh’la, I know you were working all last night and into the morning. Surely your employer can handle you being offline at least for a few hours so you can get some rest?”

As expected though, you shake your head from side to side, even as you release a small noise, groaning as his thumbs lightly dig into that one achy and tender spot.

“I can’t,” you somehow find the willpower to say, your back straightening once more as your fingers return to the keyboard. “I’ve got two speeches that need to be in by tomorrow for peer editing and feedback.”

Fox sighs, giving a resigned shake of his head and leaning down to kiss your cheek before exiting the room. He hasn’t, in reality, given up, not by a damn long shot. He is, however, cutting his losses and moving on to approach number two.

Fine, he thinks as he moves into your kitchen and opens up your fridge. If gentle touch and soft words aren’t enough, then sometimes tempting you away from your screen with the basic necessities like food and water often are.

Fox doesn’t consider himself to be much of a cook, but he is resourceful. Using what is already available, he reheats some mac & cheese, adding a small serving of cut up vegetables on the side, complete with a tall glass of water, knowing that, much like him, you’ve probably been keeping yourself going on just caf alone.

With that in mind, before he returns to you, he also grabs a couple of painkillers, anticipating the caffeine-induced headache you’ve probably given yourself.

This time when he enters, he is silent save for the sound of him setting down the food at your desk. You look up, offering him a tired, grateful smile, and because you know he’s gone to the trouble and you don’t want to disappoint him or hurt his feelings, you begin to eat, swallowing down the painkillers with some water before digging in.

Fox takes the opportunity while you’re distracted to swipe your remaining caf.

“Hey!” You glare up at him, indignant as he brings the mug to his own lips and downs it all in one satisfied gulp. “You bastard,” you grumble, though your voice lacks any real bite as he sets the empty mug aside.

“Love you too,” he says with a smirk. “Trust me, sweetheart, with how you’re looking right now, caf isn’t gonna do anything except give you a massive headache.”

You pout at him, even though he’s right. There’s a pressure behind your eyes that seems to pulse every time you blink, and loathe as you are to admit it, the water, to some small degree, helps a little. Not that Fox needs to know that.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, rolling your eyes and draining the rest of the water. “Thanks for telling me I look like shit.”

“I didn’t say that,” he counters, his voice quiet, reaching out to touch your hand. “I think you look beautiful.”

You would laugh if he didn’t sound so goddamn sincere. Instead, you look down, trying to hide your blush, then blink rapidly as your eyes zero in on the now empty glass of water perched innocently on your desk. You all but chugged the whole thing down, and come to think of it, you can’t remember when it was you last got up to go to the bathroom. Speaking of which, your body seems to chide, stomach twinging with an all the sudden now very prominent discomfort.

“Hate to break the moment,” you mutter, quickly rising to your feet. “But I just realized how badly I need to pee so uh...I'll be back.”

With that, you scamper from the room, Fox listening to your quick footsteps as you move down the hallway and towards the fresher.

Well, Fox shrugs, he supposes that it’s time to throw down all his cards and move in for his final approach: number three.

When you return, Fox has sat himself, looking for all the world like a cat who’s caught the canary, down in your office chair.

“I need to get back to work,” you say, leaning against the desk and folding your arms.

“Go right ahead,” he says in that cocky and stubborn tone of his that makes it pretty clear that he’s not intending to move even one inch from where he’s settled himself.

You sigh, rolling your eyes because you do not have the energy for this, and then, evidently doing exactly what he wants you to do, you plop yourself down right in his lap.

You go back to work, and you do your best not to acknowledge it.

So you don’t acknowledge his arms settling around you or his hands dipping beneath your shirt. You don’t acknowledge when he leans forward and his lips are against your neck as his fingers glide down your stomach, your hips, and your thighs. And you don’t, or at least you try not to, acknowledge it as his hands are pushing up your knee-length skirt. But Force, he makes it pretty kriffing difficult when his hand is sliding over the material of your panties, his palm warm as he cups you through the thin material.

“Fox,” you breathe, and it takes all of your intense focus to keep your eyes trained on the screen, the words, and the flashing cursor in front of you.

“What is it, Mesh’la?” he asks, his voice equally as quiet. “You can still work, can’t you?”

You refused to dignify that question with any kind of response.

Your fingers lightly tap against the keys of the keyboard as you refocus on the speech you’re working on.

Taptaptap.

Fox continues to tease you over the material of your panties, your lips pressing together in a tight, determined line as his fingers slowly caress over your clit.

Taptaptap.

His other hand is undoing the buttons of your shirt, only pausing once your chest has been bared, calloused fingers slipping beneath your bra to gently toy with one of your nipples. When he realizes that the thing is strapless, you’re distantly unsurprised to feel it unclasp, slipping from around your chest entirely and noiselessly falling to the floor at your feet.

...taptaptap.

“Look at you,” he whispers, voice low and husky. “Already wet for me.”

His fingers move lower, slowly rubbing up and down your clothed slit, allowing you to feel the noticeably damp material pressing against your labia.

“I’m glad we’re not at the Senate Building,” he continues, lightly pinching one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger at the same time he pushes your panties to the side. “Do you want to know why?”

You bite down hard on your lip, trying not to gasp as you feel his fingers dragging through the arousal that’s gathered at your entrance. Without pause, he slowly pushes two fingers inside, and this time you aren’t quick enough to totally stifle the surprised cry that falls from your now parted lips.

“That’s why,” he says, a self-satisfied smirk in his voice. “You make such cute little sounds just for me.”

He pauses, feeling as your walls lightly flutter around him, giving you some time to adjust.

“And to be honest, I’m not really one for sharing,” he says, his voice almost conversational as he slowly begins to pump his fingers in and out. “And in that little cubicle you work in, I don’t think you’d be able to keep those little sounds to yourself, would you?”

He almost immediately proves his own point, gently curling his fingers up towards your belly button, and you whimper, the words in front of you momentarily turning into nothing but a meaningless blur.

“Thought so,” he says, his voice teasing and singsong. “And we can’t have that, can we? I’d make you use your panties as a gag.”

With the way that your walls briefly tighten around his fingers, you realize that you wouldn’t half mind that, and Fox chuckles, pressing his palm against your clit, his fingers still working inside you. Without thought, you begin to rock your hips and grind down, gasping at the sparks of pleasure that the resulting sensation draws from you.

“But I think at the end of the day, your colleagues would still know exactly who’s making you come.”

“F-Fuck, Fox,” you whisper, your eyes blown wide and your hands limply trembling on the keys.

“That’s right,” he rumbles, accentuating his words with a slow and deep thrust of his fingers. “I make you come.”

His thumb curls so he can directly draw circles against your clit.

“And I bet that you really want to come right now, don’t you, cyar?” he asks, his voice lightly taunting.

And then, his fingers are slipping out of you, and he’s left you on the edge and empty. You let out a whine, squirming to regain friction that’s no longer there, and Fox just sits there, expression completely impassive. But then, his hand is in your hair, and he’s slowly tugging your head upward, and he’s leaning forward, so close that you can feel his breath tickling against your skin.

“Answer me,” he says, deadly quiet and controlled. “Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?”

“Y-Yes,” you say, swallowing as your throat suddenly feels dry.

Fox’s expression remains the same, no less unyielding as he looks down at you, taking you in with a heated, hardened amber gaze.

“Yes, what?” he asks, so intently focused on you that you can feel your cheeks flush.

“I,” your breath hitches slightly and you squirm, unable to look away. “Yes, sir.”

“Mm,” Fox hums, the sound one of approval. “That’s better.”

It’s completely unfair. It’s embarrassing and fine. It also really turns you on how easily he’s able to take all the control away from you, leaving you wanting, willing to do almost anything he might suggest.

Just like how right now he’s pressing his fingers against your parted lips, and without question you take both digits into your mouth, sucking on them eagerly, lightly swirling your tongue as you look up at him with big eyes.

“Look at that,” he whispers, his eyes heavy with lust as he watches you. It’s then that you become distinctly aware of the outline of his cock, growing hard and heavy as it presses against your ass.“You can be good when you want to be.”

He continues to watch you, his eyes hungry, before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth, lightly tracing them over your lips as he speaks.

“If you want to come that badly, you’re going to do exactly what I tell you. Is that understood?”

You quickly nod your head.

“First, save whatever file it is you’re working on.”

With shaking hands, you do.

“Now,” he says, fingers lightly stroking along the bare skin of your inner thigh as if to remind you of what’s to come. “Pack up all your work for the day.”

Hesitantly, you do, shifting around and depositing all of your working materials in the appropriate drawers until your desk has been completely cleared of all of it.

“Good,” he says, giving your knee a light squeeze. “Now, I want you to take off your panties, lie back on that desk, and spread your legs.”

With absolutely zero hesitation this time as you slide off his lap and get to your feet, you do exactly as he says, not even sparing a glance towards your already forgotten panties, letting them hit the floor before you hop up onto the desk, lying down and letting your thighs fall open.

He watches you, eyes darkened and hands rough with want as he pushes your legs apart farther so that he can step in between, reaching to free himself from his blacks, swift as he lets the lower half of them drop to the floor and kicks them away.

“I’m going to give you what you want,” he breathes, and it’s then that you can feel him circling himself around your entrance, lightly teasing the tip of his hard length against your clit. You whimper, your hips giving a little jolt, and he smirks down at you, fingers ghosting along your side, lightly gripping at one of your hips to keep you in place. “And then, once I’m done with you, you’re going to go to bed, and you’re going to get a good and proper sleep. Isn’t that right, cyar?”

“I, yes,” you gasp, your voice high-pitched and strained. He’s right there, and you can feel how much he wants you, amplifying how much you want him as he drags himself back down towards your entrance, his fingernails lightly digging against the skin of your hip as he braces himself. “A-Anything you want,” you pant, your cheeks heating with a blush when you suddenly realize how true that statement is.

It’s embarrassing—you think you should be embarrassed—at how easily he’s reduced you to this, at how he’s coaxed you into begging without even having to ask, and yet as he looks down at you, holding eye contact as with a slow, purposeful thrust of his hips, he pushes himself inside you, and you can’t really bring yourself to care.

“Mmh, fuck,” you gasp. Fox lets out a low groan, his head dropping forward, slowly beginning to rock his hips against you in an unhurried rhythm.

“Come on, Mesh’la, take it,” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear as his tongue flicks out to run along the shell. His hand slips between your bodies, expertly circling two fingers around your clit until your walls flutter, relaxing just enough so that he can slip all the way in, his hips pressing flush against yours.

“Mm, there we go,” he says, his voice a low rumble within his chest, warm with both sensuality and praise.

“Mm, Fox,” you whimper, squirming as you try to lift your hips. He’s seated himself so deep inside you, and yet you still need more. Fox’s hands are rough against your hips, forcing you to keep still as he pulls himself almost all the way back out before slamming forward in a smooth, punishing thrust.

“Look at how well you take it,” he nearly growls, rolling his hips against you with increasing urgency. A moan falls from your surprised and now parted lips, arching upward as much as he’ll allow and incidentally pushing your chest towards his face.

Fox, ever the opportunist, releases your hip to lightly cup your breast within his hand, thumb gliding over your pebbled nipple before he leans forward, capturing the small and hardened bud within his mouth.

“You deserve this, you know that?” he whispers hoarsely, his warm, wet tongue swirling around your nipple one last time before pulling back, focussing all his attention on his thrusts, quick and rough and decisive. The head of his cock brushes against that one, deep spot inside of you, slow pulses of pleasure rolling off of you in waves, your head tipping back as you moan breathlessly. “Pretty girl deserves everything that I’m giving her.”

A broken sound escapes your lips, something between a whimper and a whine, because these words, heated and spoken in a moment of intense passion as they are, are far more than that beneath the surface. He’s speaking to that part of your brain that whispers that you are only worthy when you are contributing something of value, that doing anything less is shameful and should be viewed as a failure, regardless of if you yourself feel on the verge of breaking.

Fox, with quietly spoken and heated words and each rough, urging thrust of his hips is rendering that part of your brain to be silent, or more specifically, violently forcing it to shut up. With every rock of his hips against you and every drag of his cock against your walls, he’s slowly, steadily driving each self-critical, incessant, and nagging thought from your head, and judging by the focused, self-satisfied, upward tilt of his lips, he knows it too.

“Come on, Mesh’la,” he mutters, reaching for one of your thighs and hoisting it high up around his waist. The new angle instantly has you gasping, your eyes rolling back as you whimper, your hands scrambling to grip at the edge of the desk with biting fingernails. “I can tell you’re close for me.”

You frantically nod your head, the ability to form coherent words temporarily lost on you. Fox lets out a low, pleased noise, his hand slipping down to gently press against your lower abdomen, causing both of you to groan in tandem, your walls squeezing around him tight.

“Let go, Cyar’ika,” he murmurs, his voice tight with strain and tension. “Want you to fucking give it to me right now.”

You cry out, lifting, arching against him. His hips are flush against yours. In this moment, the heat of his skin feels akin to that of flame, searing and all consuming. Your toes curl, your walls fluttering and contracting as you come, soft, pleasured whimpers and cries of his name falling from your lips as you ride out your high.

Fox lets out a low grunt, his head tipping forward as your head falls back to reveal the tantalizing curve of your neck, his tongue greedily tracing a path up towards your ear. The subtle tang of sweat is salty against his tongue, and he looks up at you as your fluttering eyes lose focus, lost in the bliss of your orgasm.

“Fuck,” he whispers, unable to resist sucking a mark, low on the column of your throat. “That’s my girl.”

His thrusts become involuntary, fast and sloppy as his body chases the pleasure of his own high. His head falls forward, and you can feel his hair lightly tickling against your skin as he stills, letting out a groan, low and satisfied within his chest as he releases, warm and wet within your walls.

You think you might shudder as Fox carefully eases himself out, but you’re not really sure. Your mind is fuzzy, pleasantly warm and far away as you slowly regain your breath.

Fox now touches you gently, his hands soft and warm against your skin as he brushes his knuckles along the curve of your cheek, staring down at you with an almost reverent awe.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers, and you barely have the energy to summon a quiet laugh.

“I look like shit, and you know it,” you mumble sleepily, reaching up to lightly tap two fingers against his chest. “Also...my panties are probably collecting dust on the floor over there.”

“Shh, don’t worry about it,” Fox breathes, leaning down to press a soft kiss against the corner of your mouth. “I’ll get them later.”

“M’kay,” you agree, your voice slightly slurred. “Fox?” you ask, trying to stifle a yawn behind your hand as you blink up at him slowly.

“Mm?” He tilts his head, tucking a stray piece of hair that’s fallen into your eyes behind your ear. “What is it, Cyar’ika?”

“C-Can you carry me to bed?” you ask, doing your best to make your expression as pleading and as irresistible as possible as you reach up your arms for him.

“Oh, Mesh’la.”

His breath escapes him in a slow, amused sigh before his expression breaks out into a grin and he reaches down for you, hoisting you up and adjusting to hold you comfortably and securely within his arms. You feel his lips press a kiss to the top of your head, arms keeping you nestled close to a warm, strong chest as he moves, his footsteps light and soft against the floor as he quietly begins to vacate the room.

When he next speaks, his voice is warm, wry with amusement as a quiet chuckle rumbles within his chest. You don’t have to look up, because you can hear the fond smile within his voice. Your lips curl upward in turn, pressing your cheek against where his heartbeat gently thumps, comforting and steady against your ear.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.”

His arms gently pull you closer, and you find your head lolling against his shoulder, your eyes fluttering closed as you contentedly snuggle against him like a tooka. His breath is warm, his lips soft as he dips his head slightly, brushing a kiss against your cheek as he takes in your features, softened and relaxed with impending sleep.

His voice is quiet, and truthfully, he isn’t really sure if you even hear it, exhausted and on the cusp of sleep as you are. Still, he says the words anyway, wanting at least some part of you to hear and to know that it’s true whenever you might start to question or doubt.

“I’d do anything for you.”

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krogerkryptid · 5 months ago

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Hate watching CBS's new show Watson so you don't have to Live commentary and after thoughts under the cut

✦They start at -the- Reichenbach Falls wtf?? like in Switzerland?? ✦Sherlock is actually dead? Hate it here ✦Secret rich Sherlock lore good and silly to me ✦Left said money to John (to continue medicine) and some other guy that John and Sherlock knew?!?? Time jump six months later ✦It is worth mentioning I could not figure out how to access the captions so I am missing half the story ✦John Hamish Watson is American absolutely tragic ✦John doesn’t remember the events leading up to Sherlock’s death bc he fell off the falls to go after Sherlock I'm sick (we see this at the beginning) ✦Medical buzzwords yay yay ✦Mary pulled up she manages a hospital and they are separated??? She got the house womp womp ✦Not going to lie the intro music bangs but it comes from almost the exact same string as Sherlock BBC which is interesting ✦Sherlock quote hidden in there ok John ✦At some point after an ad we got captions up so who knows but I am now comprehending ✦It is SCREAMING medical drama with known names slapped on to it to beat out other medical dramas ✦Medical BUZZWORDS again and again ✦Two of Watson’s fellows have TENSION bc one is dating the other’s ex also tea they are twin brothers ✦One of them records things with a tape recorder for some reason ✦They also have that medical drama vibe music playing all the time ✦I have seen like 4 clips of House that aren’t just Hilson clips and this consulting Watson does with his fellows is exactly the same ✦The Holmes Clinic that John opened is so ugly too its not important but worth mentioning ✦John giving a patient his life story and him telling her that he picked Sherlock over Mary just to do “one last case” dear god ✦He wants to reconcile with Mary- John divorcee arc is crazy we can't kill Mary in this but Sherlock was fair game I guess ✦John telling his little fellows that they should know how to find a missing person bc their “patient needs a detective” ✦Shinwell (the other guy from the beginning I locked in) and John reminiscing about Sherlock on this manhunt for a patients brother to get a bone marrow transplant ✦I have not said it yet but we are in Pittsburg and Shinwell did in fact follow John there to work at his clinic and has a WILD British accent ✦One of John’s fellows has a HORRENDOUS southern accent its tragic (I love southern accents but this one borders so heavily on corny) ✦John suffered a traumatic brain injury so he’s a little silly (feels faint has amnesia etc.) and should be continuing treatment ✦All the fellows believe they are experiments in genetics for Watson ✦John abusing drugs plot twist of the century he is slowly becoming Sherlock which is so weird ✦Random John Watson shirtless shot ✦John emulating Sherlock to solve things dear god he’s not even here and we are being baited ✦Watson being an investigator is weird bc his vibe is completely off from his character core ✦Also one of his fellows is in fact his neurologist so he can get away with the drug abuse thing (she doesn't know) and not actually going in to appointments ✦Rest in Peace Mary and John’s relationship but Mary is dating a woman!! ✦Mary telling John Sherlock made him a better man and doctor what the FUCK ✦All of Sherlock’s stuff was packed away in boxes at John and Mary’s old house and now he’s opened them and it literally says “The Casebook of Sherlock Holmes” NAH ✦John saying “the game is afoot” ✦Randall Park as Moriarty oh HELL NO what, it panned over to him and I genuinely did not believe that shit (he is also American in this) ✦Shinwell double agent goddamn ✦Cliffhanger of an episode that I do not care to follow up on tbh

Final thoughts This is just a medical drama that took the names and essence of the Sherlock Holmes stories to get more engagement I have watched a single episode so I cannot say I denounce it entirely but my god. It is not a terrible medical drama has all the pieces of complex characters with conflicts and quirks but I cannot get past the fact that they are also just using lines like "I am Dr. John Hamish Watson," and that they killed off Sherlock Holmes and not Moriarty in The Final Problem (ACD can know peace with this one) for a reason I cannot decipher. Also John being American and Sherlock being British feels so wrong to me for a reason that I cannot explain, how did they meet?? There is no way Sherlock wasn't annoyed by John being from the US. It is not a Sherlock Holmes adaptation imo it is literally just the names on a different flavor of show which I fully expected if I am being honest with you all.

#sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock adaptations #it's a fine medical drama I would have zero beef with if they didn't...pull this shit #I will never get that hour of my life back I hope you are all happy

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fulcrum-021 · 1 month ago

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Disclaimer: I'm kinda just talking out of my ass about Hera's live action design + other choices made regarding the Ahsoka show. Here's the kicker though, I haven't watched the show and am basing this off of interviews + pictures and clips. I'm not going into how it affects the plot, but even so, I obviously haven't seen the full visual picture. Please do feel free to share your own opinions on this. If you've watched the show, I'd really love to hear your thoughts on how Hera looks when watching it

Star Wars stop making aliens with CGI and start using practical effects again ohmygosh please... "We couldn't use this really important character 'cause it's super expensive to animate." So you knowingly made the story less vibrant and meaningful than it could have been? Why is the choice nowadays between CGI or nothing?? When the OG trilogy had people in absolutely phenomenal alien costumes + absolutely wonderful puppets!! I know they're still using puppets (Yay!!), but the way they're apparently so averse towards spending money on good makeup artists and actors to portray the aliens on screen is genuinely harming the impact of their story telling, which is really disappointing.

I'll also say something that I might be alone in, but I genuinely think they did a really poor job at visually adapting Hera to live actions. Like Oola from Return Of The Jedi looks absolutely phenomenal and the makeup team really worked depth into her face and made the green look so natural

Maybe it's just me, but her features just look very flat... I know they're going for a no-makeup sort of style, staying loyal to Hera's animated design, but you can't really just slam some green face paint on her and then call it a day. You need to contour and have places where the skin looks thinner than others. You need contrast. Plus, the lipstick is just a horrendous shade and clashes with everything Hera... What happened to her nude lip?

Also, I do definitely think that casting a light skinned woman was a disadvantage here, as the green paint most definitely appears far more saturated and darker skin would've allowed for more natural contrast. (I don't know enough about the reasons for their casting choices for Hera to talk more on it, but visually speaking I don't really think Mary Elizabeth looks much like Hera, but that might just be me).

Also, I find it weird that they did technically do makeup on Hera, but human low effort makeup?? As opposed to trying to give a natural look to the green?? It almost makes the green skin look even more out of place and it kinda just gives the vibe of those hue changing filters with no other work put into it? They also just totally threw away all the light neutrals of her outfit, making the whole thing even more stark in contrast. Idk I really am not fond of the design here... Could also be an issue of the lighting? Idk from the stuff I've seen it looks pretty flat and unimaginative, which probably doesn't help the visual effect of everything else

#mars rambles

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lonelyroommp3 · 25 days ago

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drop some song recs (from either playlist) (or neither)? i trust your music taste

okay here's 5 slightly deeper cuts (as in, they're not top 40 hits or songs by known tumblr darlings; not trying to go for "niche" so much as "i think there's a solid chance you've not heard these before/for a very long time") from each playlist

from having a crush is so fun... (i.e. mostly positive fun silly slightly slutty vibes)

thing u do - tori kelly - really fun 90s/y2k-esque jam, structurally bold, perfect tempo for strutting down the street feeling like hot shit if you're a fast walker

strawberry dream - dagny - just a really cute pop song, it will make you daydream about having an intense summer romance regardless of your current relationship status or interest in dating. it's just that powerful

headrush - rosie mcclelland - hey do you remember in the early 2010s when you could just do anything and go viral and end up on ellen? do you specifically remember that little british girl who rapped super bass while her shy little cousin stood next to each other? well that shy little cousin makes music now. and it's totally just shit you would hear in the background of a love island episode, but it's a really noble contribution to the genre

take me there - delta rae - SUCH a fun song. another one for dancing down the street after one (1) mildly positive interaction with your crush

i want love - jessie j - this should have been her massive comeback moment when this song came out a few years ago. i heard it once bc it came on the radio while i was doing putbacks at my old asda job and it has been a solid fixture in my rotation ever since. love to blast it while getting ready for a night out and thinking about my plans to get off with somebody in the club

from ...until it starts getting scary (i.e. mostly still fun songs but with an undercurrent of at best delulu and at worst horrendous anxiety)

crush - lola young - messy may have been the viral hit from this album but this is imo one of the best songs she's ever put out. i looove her vocal delivery in this song. most perfectly articulated "what the fuck" in the history of pop

miss you bow wow - girls aloud - best girls aloud song ever written in my humble opinion. pure xenomania structural craziness, works so well, the way sarah harding hits that "i rememBERRRRR" in the... well genius calls it a post-chorus so let's trust their structural analysis of this thing... anyway, it's just a moment of pure pop magic imo

erase and rewind - ashley tisdale - another song that should have been a massive hit. like if this song had been sold to katy perry and ended up on "one of the boys" i think it would have been one of the biggest hits of 2009. it perfectly hits the pop rock zeitgeist of the era (btw, tell me lies from the same album would have had a similar fate if it had ended up on kelly clarkson's album that year. in my opinion) and unfortunately just suffers from being an album track on an ashley tisdale album. incredible song though

wish u were here - boys go to jupiter - getting everybody i know into boys go to jupiter is my life's mission. this wouldn't normally be my first rec from them (i'm partial to wall street & lovers always lose) but it's still a fantastic song, because everything they do is insane, and it's what fit best on this playlist, so

the boss - diana ross - i probably could have put this on either playlist but i chose to pop it on this one. not one of her greatest hits in terms of chart position but it's SUCH a fun song and the horn work is absolutely crazy. those little stabs in the middle of the chorus hit every single time

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dalekofchaos · 1 year ago

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The problem with Rey choosing to rebuild the Jedi Order and take the Skywalker name

When I look back on Rey's journey throughout the trilogy is that it's apparent to me that she really doesn't show a desire to be a Jedi.

In The Force Awakens, Rey wanted to find her family, she is mesmerized by so much green in the galaxy and ultimately protecting her friends.

In The Last Jedi she wanted to find her place in the story and bring Ben back to the light. Rey ultimately comes to terms with the fact that she wasn't born into any powerful bloodlines and made peace with her family being gone. Rey forged her own heroine's path and it worked.

In the Rise of Skywalker, Rey goes back to the same hairstyle she had since she was a child and the same outfit in TFA, but in white, it's like all the growth from the last movie never happened. Rey's motivation is whatever the plot demanded it to be. She wants to "earn" Luke's Lightsaber(fuck you JJ) and she wants the Jedi to be with her. Now it's a plot convenience to stop the bad guys. And she's in killmode everytime she sees Ben. Now the uplifting message that she's not related to anyone is gone, she's related to the literal Satan of the Star Wars universe. Now she wants to kill Palpatine out of revenge. Now she has this new found reverence for "Master Skywalker" when it was never there to begin with. It's only because of Ben's redemption that she doesn't strike Palpatine in anger. Ben dies, Rey goes to the literal tomb of the Skywalkers and symbol of the family's misery, buries the sabers and takes their name.

TROS absolutely destroyed Rey’s characterization. In a way that’s kind of mind blowing actually. She’s definitely meant to be a parallel character to Luke, but Rian purposely wrote it to subvert fan expectations. A lot of people probably saw the story trajectory following the OG trilogy after TFA, which had a very similar vibe to ANH. However while both Luke and Rey start out as mysterious nobodies, Luke very much did not want to be Vader’s son. His curse was being the son of this monster, and finding out the truth about his lineage. Meanwhile, for Rey, it’s literally the exact opposite. She wants desperately to be apart of something. Kylo points out her weakness perfectly in TLJ- “Your parents threw you like garbage… But you can't stop needing them. It is your greatest weakness. You're looking for them everywhere… in Han Solo… now in Skywalker.” Rey wanted to apart of something bigger than herself to belong. While Luke’s hero’s journey started by accepting his parentage, Rey should’ve begun by accepting that she alone was enough, and she deserved a place in this story for her own merits.

TROS absolutely dismantles this by having Rey discover she’s actually related to the big bad (just like Luke), which somehow earns her a place at the table. Except unlike Luke, who had 3 films prior to truly hate/come to terms with Vader, Rey meets Palpatine in the very last movie, and he essentially becomes a villain-of-the-week or a Marvel villain of sorts. There’s no build up. Rey’s powers suddenly need to be “explained” to the audience, via her lineage, and it’s horrendous because the message of the prior films showed that anyone can have the force. Also Rey suddenly having an attachment to Luke or the Jedi order makes no sense from her character’s perspective. It feels as if Rey is supposed to represent the audience, and her worship of Luke is reminiscent of how fans (who’ve had 47 years of Star Wars fandom prior) should feel about him. But Rey as an individual, as a character, should not view Luke in this way. They did not get along in TLJ, and in the long run, his impact on her was very minimal. And by clinging to past ideas, it just shows Kylo Ren/Ben Solo was right. She can’t stop needing parental figures to feel loved/belonged. She needs to carry that torch.

Now Rey is expected to be this Jedi Master 15 years later.

Here's the problem. Rey has never shown a desire to be a Jedi. It's just something that was necessary to become. They never explored what Rey wanted.

“People keep telling me they know me. No one does” neither did JJ Abrams or DLF, apparently.

To me, Rey's desires were to have a family, to live on a green planet and to live in peace with Ben, her other half. While Ben's story should have been actually completing what Anakin. Saving the one he loved and starting a family.

Ben died and so instead of giving what Rey wanted, she's given what JJ Abrams and DLF wanted, a Jedi's life of duty instead of a desire of love and family.

Now it feels like Rey is going to be like they ended things the way they did so Rey could succeed leading a Jedi Order where Luke failed and to me, that's boring, might as well just say Rey is going to become Legends Luke.

For me, personally, the more interesting story moving forward would be having Rey go darker. Completely subverting fan expectations, but I know Disney won’t do this. However, based on how TROS ended off, I think it could be an interesting way of continuing the story and re-gaining interest from fans who’ve become bored with the same formula.

Just imagine. Rey founded a new Jedi Order, but Rey isn't happy. She thought this is what she wanted, but it isn't. She does her best to mask her feelings from her students and fellow Jedi Council members, but deep down she knows what she wanted is long gone. "But what if he can come back" she thought to herself. she grows darker and starts committing dark acts to bring Ben back. If she condemned herself to the dark side, so be it. If her own Jedi Order turns against her, so be it. She throws away the Skywalker name and leaves the past behind her. She will find Kylo's helmet, wears his sweater and take his title. The force took her other half, so Rey will rip apart the force to bring him back.

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A maybe not-so-brief opinion on tennis kits: Roland Garros 2025 edition! Part 1.

Clay season reached its peak. The biggest tournament on this surface (which we all know is the best one) and the second grand slam of the year, Roland Garros is already showing us long battles, shocking upsets, loud and passionate crowds and, of course, debatable fashion.

This list is absolutely arbitrary and I'm no specialist in any of the aspects in question here, so this is just my Opinion™. I'm not looking at every single kit because there are too many players and brands, but let me know if I'm missing something noteworthy!

Photos are from Pinterest and Roland Garros' website.

Nike tries to be vintage

The Pretty Little Baby Yeah Yeah

I spent the whole match waiting for Jannik to pull a giant lollipop out of his pocket and say "yipee yipee doo!" or something like that. I don't know if the colors that screams the cold war kid from the West vibe, or if Jannik himself it's kinda cartoonish, but either way he looks silly in a cute way. It suits him, don't you guys think? And I like a good polo on a tennis court, so the number one's kit is approved!

The Energetic Tiger

Oh I like this! I already said this before and I'll repeat as many times as needeed, but blue and orange make such a good combo! So far I've only seen Aryna wearing these colors (if we think about Nike, I mean), and I think fits her super nicely; it's vibrant, strong and fun just like Sabalenka's game and personality. Also these different shoelaces? Just cool. It's approved for sure.

The Pajamas Boys

I'm divided between finding these horrendous and fun. Since I'm a colorful person, I have to admit that I enjoy the combos here and ok, I get that the stripes adds some frenchness to it, but at the same time looks so lazy and awkward, I don't know how to explain. This kit bothers me and I can't say it's super approved since it looks like pajamas you would see in any fast-fashion store. The blouse is gorgeous tho:

Really, I want one of these to myself.

The Classy Ladies

The colors. The shape. Chef's kiss. I really like the details on the skirt on both types of kits. I wish Qinwen had a more beautiful shade of lilac tho, but I like this tank-polo-top; I suppose Nike wanted to go for a more classic look, and while they made the men look silly, they nailed with women's in my opinion. Maddy's and Olga's (and Aryna's) kit have this nice detail on the back that adds some personality to it:

So the ladies kits are approved!

The Sailor Naomoon

Cute af. It's a shame this kit had such a brief life in this tournament, but I love Naomi's personalized kits overall. I think there's not much to be added because the pink magic girl from the 90s vibe speaks for itself. Approved with a small tear in the corner of the eye.

Adidas gave up

Ok, I'll just get Elina and Foki here as an example because honestly that's all Adidas is giving us at the moment. At least I've seen the ladies wearing only this black dress - which, ngl, looks good. It's impossible to fail a classic black dress. It's chic, functional, everybody likes it, great. On the men's side, however, we're seeing this kit since clay season started and I'm super tired of this combo. Come on Adidas, is this bankruptcy or just lack of creativity? Do they think that adding a tiny detail on the back will trick us to the point we're not going to notice their lazyness? Sorry, but no. We're in Roland Garros, for God's sake!! For this reason, these kits receive a not approved seal.

Tsitsipas is really just a Sharpie pen at this point.

Uuh Lacoste (?)

I didn't notice a pattern by Lacoste so we're going to take a look individually by players I've seen:

The Sweat Shirt

We all know athletes are always sweating but I'm not convinced that we needed a shirt that already looks like sweat. I don't know if it's a strategy that I'm not getting here, but uh. No. The colors have potential, I enjoy this kind of silver-grey-blue with white, but it could be better. This print is disapproved unfortunately.

The same tennis court shirt but it's Red

Djokovic is wearing the Djokoshirt. Dude has 100 titles so I guess he has the right of wearing whatever he wants, but that's exactly the reason I'd expect something way more interesting than this. Meh, not approved.

The Oui Oui

Here we see Elsa Jacquemot wearing both variations, with a skirt and a shorts, and I really enjoy both of them! I admit that I'm biased towards pink (and that I didn't know who Elsa was until I saw this kit, sorry girl), but I think this one is pretty good by itself! The small RG pink logo, come on, super cute. I like the details on the top too, looks fresh and classy. Approved!

The We've could've had it all

Daniil's version of The Oui Oui, but given the tragic result of his first round match, it's more like The Non Non. Is it the same kit he was wearing the whole clay season in different colors? Yes, but it has a pink detail and nice socks and shoes, so I'd approve it if Daniil had stayed with us longer.

On gets dreamy

It's magical, ethereal, it's purple and colorful at the same time, it shines. I simply love this so much! I think it would look way better without this wide white stripe, I don't understand why On insist on the white gradient when the rest of the colors is so pretty. Also I find a bit funny how it looks like João fell on his ass in a puddle of yellow paint, but the socks matching with the shoes make up that detail for me. Gloriously approved!

Asics after the A.P.C. collection

Spoiler: not that interesting, but there are some highlights. Here they are:

The blue Jasmine

There's nothing too much special about it, but I like the shades of blue and yellow. Simple, yet good and efficient. Approved.

The guest that took the theme of the party too seriously

Alex wanted us all to know that he was really playing at Roland Garros. He was there, you see? He's wearing the slam's colors! Jokes aside, I think I like it. The orange stripe on the shirt looks a bit ~rushed~, but it's ok - and I have deep respect for someone who respects the theme of an occasion and assume its tackyiness! Approved without much enthusiasm.

The Tired after glory

I was one of the people that absolutely LOVED that polemic white sleevless kit Lorenzo wore for clay season. So cool kid, so different, so stylish, wooww. Then we have this. Not bad, but boring honestly. Not approved only because we've seen better days.

Minty and Elegant Yonex

I like it! Again, I feel there's not much to say. I guess the element that make me nod in approvement is the color. Both options, the minty and the darker blue, have a nice contrast with the orange of the clay. It's pleasant and fresh to see. Approved!

(at any moment there will be a part 2)

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