Since you know so much about the 90s Tintin movies, do you know any fun facts about the fox terrier that played the role of Snowy? Like did Jean Pierre spend time with him/her off-set to form a bond with it? That sorta stuff.

hi! yes i know a little: there were actually seven dogs that played snowy! each was trained specifically for different scenes and situations. jean-pierre was present for the training of the main dog, whose job was to follow him everywhere and jump into his arms, so that the dog could get used to his presence. he said that this dog became his favorite :)

and, of course, since wire fox terriers are not naturally all-white, they did bleach and dye the dogs’ hair for the two films. there’s also this video that briefly shows some of snowy’s training at around 8:45!

Hi could you please write a thrawn x always cold reader? I heard that chiss have higher body heat and would love a warm hug rn. No pressure at all though! Love your fics

Yessss, send me all the Thrawn asks, please! Also 1) Sorry this took so long 2) I wasn’t sure if you meant to imply that the reader is anemic or not so I chose not to go that direction. I did choose to adapt a bizarre struggle I learned sometimes happens when couples buy their first house together. 

He forgets you grew up on Tattooine. He forgets you were a child of the sand-someone who had to learn how to survive before they learned how to walk. 

You’d been a bounty hunter before the Empire plucked you from the employ of Jabba and ‘invited’ you into the Imperial Academy. Despite that, you’d managed to climb the ranks in record time before landing yourself a cozy little spot aboard the Chimeara around the same time Thrawn took command. 

And since his first meeting with you, Thrawn took a note of how you never just wore your uniform. You always had another layer on. He never commented on it though, chocking it up to a quirk of the independent fire he knew burned within you-you weren’t loyal to the Empire, after all, but you were loyal to him and that was enough. 

But it struck him as odd when the crew of the Chimeara was forced to travel to Hoth, of all places, to deal with a rebel cell and you refused to leave your post on the bridge. Normally, you loved leading the charge when dealing with rebels. And Thrawn let you, confident in your ability to lead the troops in a ground assault while he kept command of the fleet. Thrawn, not willing to order you around, let you stay on the bridge as he took over on the ground. 

The mission went off without a hitch. The rebels had been dealt with and Thrawn was back on the star destroyer. But one thing wasn’t right. He expected you to be waiting in the bridge for him, like normal, but you weren’t there. He hummed quietly as he surveyed the various officers and crew members at the computer before turning to the one closest to his left. “Officer, where is Admiral L/n?” 

The officer turned to Thrawn. “Admiral L/n retired for the evening, citing that they were not feeling well. They left the report on the naval conflict in your office, sir.”

Not feeling well? That was more than enough for concern. He hummed again and ordered for the crew to proceed to make the jump to hyperspace while he strode out of the the bridge in search of you. If his love was suffering, he was going to be there to help. 

He went to his office first; expecting to find you curled up in his chair there as per your usual routine. But you were not. The only sign you’d even been there was the added datapad and a chair that had been slightly scooted out. Thrawn left his office soon after, datapad in hand, and headed for his quarters next. You weren’t there either but...your favorite blanket was missing from its spot neatly folded at the foot of your shared bed. That left one other spot for you to retire to. Your quarters...on the other side of the ship. This was unusual for you. You’d confessed that you hated being so far away from his office. For you to go there of your own volition was odd. 

Thrawn got to your room quickly, aided by the rarity that no one needed to speak to him at the moment, and entered just as quickly-you never bothered to change your access code he noted. What he found upon stepping into your room was not what he was expecting to find. 

Thrawn could barely see a tuft of your hair peeking out from underneath a mountain of blankets. He noted that the drawer still holding the uniforms you hadn’t moved to his quarters was open with your lighter uniforms haphazardly hanging out. It seemed as though you had been after your heavier and warmer uniforms and had neglected to tidy up again before hiding beneath the beneath. You were evidently freezing then-had you fallen prey to a fever?

“Y/n?” Thrawn called out and he saw movement on the bed. There was a mumbled reply back. The Grand Admiral stepped into the room completely, letting the door slide shut behind him, and calmly began refolding and putting away the strewn about uniforms. He had been correct though-your warmer uniforms were not in the bottom of the drawer of your dresser. “Care to tell me why you are hiding away in your old room beneath,” he paused long enough to cast his eyes over to the bed, “five or so blankets?” 

“No.” He barely heard the flat response but it was enough to make him pause. “It’s dumb anyways.” You continued and now Thrawn stopped entirely and began to approach the bed. You were never like this no matter how miserable you were, you always maintained a sense of decorum even when around him. “I’ll be fine in a bit.” There was no mistaking the bitterness in your tone. 

Thrawn tilted his head at where you lay though you could not see him. His brow furrowed as he attempted to piece together what was going on. “Have I...done something to upset you, my dear?” It would not be unheard of. Thrawn was new to the idea of relationships just as you were-bumps were bound to come up, was this one of them? 

The chiss approached and sat on the edge of the bed, near enough to where you lay. He was at least relieved to see the blankets shift enough for you to poke your face out and speak to him. “No, my love, it’s nothing you’ve done.” Your voice was soft now, the bitterness from earlier pushed away to be dealt with later. The grand admiral hummed and scanned over your exposed face. You look tired, he noted, and small. Your movements were slow and stiff-every articulation looked painful. And you weren’t nearly as chatty nor affectionate as you would have been if you were in good health. 

“Then what is wrong? One of the officers informed me that you had retired because you felt ill. Is that truly the case?” He pressed, leaning towards you on one hand. 

You rolled your eyes at the news. “Dirty snitch.” With a huff you began to hide away once more but Thrawn pulled the blankets farther down to stop you. 

“You say that as if I would not go looking for you when I did not find you in our quarters.” He pressed and he saw you shy away, embarrassment taking over. He saw your lips move and knew that noise had left you but for the life of him he could not figure out what you said. “Pardon?” 

“Our quarters are too cold.” It was still hard to understand, your voice mumbly and the consonants unpronounced but he heard you all the same. 

His brow furrowed and his lips pursed before he was aware of it. “What do you mean? I specifically requested our quarters be kept at 22 degrees. Was I misinformed? Is that not the correct temperature you humans find the most agreeable?” 

You went so far as to reach a hand up to placate him, a grimace on your face the whole while your bare skin was exposed to the air. “No, Thrawn, it is. But...it’s too cold.” He said nothing and waited for you to elaborate. “Normally it’s manageable but today...I went in there and tried to get warm but I-I couldn’t. So...” So you came here, Thrawn finished in his head before something else jumped out at him. 

“Manageable? So, you mean to say that you have always been too cold in our quarters? Why did you not tell me?” The Grand Admiral couldn’t help but huff. 

“I didn’t tell you because I know Chiss’ body temperatures run higher than humans’-I didn’t want you to be uncomfortable. You’d already raised the room by ten degrees.” You mumbled to him and Thrawn felt any anger he had diminish. 

“Ch’eo ch’acah...” Thrawn sighed. “You need not worry about me. Chiss are adaptive. I will be fine no matter what.” He could see you wilt, attempting to hide once more. He didn’t let you. “Will you come back with me?” 

You shook your head which startled Thrawn before lifting the covers off of you. “Can we stay here for now? I’m finally getting warm.” The chiss let out a small huff in amusement before standing up. You watched as he carefully undid the top of his uniform. “What are you doing?” 

Without pausing he answered, “I understand that skin to skin contact is very helpful when trying to warm someone up.” In one fluid motion he pulled off his top and placed it on your nightstand which left his chest bare to you. He was keenly aware of the way you were gaping at him and it made a small, smug smile stretch over his face. Thrawn signalled for you to scoot over as he kicked off his boots and picked up the datapad he had brought before he slid into the bed. Thrawn snaked his arm around you and pulled you flush against him and for your own sake, he pretend not to notice the sigh of relief that slipped from you. You curled closer and pressed your face into his neck, immediately starting to warm up. “For future reference, what temperature is agreeable for you?” He asked after a moment of just letting you cuddle close. 

There was a beat of silence as you thought about it. “29. I think.” Thrawn’s brow furrowed for a second before it dawned on him-you’d spent your whole life on Tattooine, a planet known for its two suns and extraordinary heat. No wonder. 

“Noted.” He stated simply and he felt a slight chuckle slip from you. Little else was said as Thrawn pulled you closer once more. He could feel you beginning to drift off, your breaths evening out, and your hand that rested on his chest beginning to relax. “Get some rest, ch’eo ch’acah. I will be here when you wake.” You hummed in response but that is all he got out of you before you officially fell asleep, safe and warm against him. It brought a smile to his face. With a sigh of his own, he made sure he had a secure grip on your sleeping form before turning his attention to the report awaiting him. 

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Smash and Run

So!!! This one!! I remember having a lot of fun writing this one and I enjoyed rereading it too. There's actually more to it, but I actually have some inspiration to finish this so I cut it up. This is more like a preview compared to the other WIPs I post here. I'll post the rest of this one on Ao3 when I (hopefully) finish writing and editing it.

This particular one-shot features some *special* demons, and is set probably more than a few weeks after Reader first met Vox. They've got an established relationship and Reader considers him a friend. An annoying friend, but still a friend nonetheless.

Without further ado, here you go!

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Vox You home yet? Home yet? Vox How about now? Vox Dollface Did your car crash? Vox How about now? Vox Are you dead yet? You No You huff exasperatedly, blowing a strand of stray hair out of your face. You reach up and tuck it behind your ear with one hand while the other one holding your phone scrolls up through your and Vox's chat history. You go through a long line of "Are you home yet?"s, "Are you at work?"s and "Done with work yet?"s, before reaching flirtatious messages that quickly devolve into more pestering of your whereabouts.

You know that all of his pestering and constant texting and calling is done just to annoy the crap out of you... And it's working. He'd text and call you, every night, every day, every hour, no matter where you were and what you were doing and you had to reply or pick up. If not, he'd just keep spamming you until you did or punish you by using his demon magic to make your phone pick up the call and put himself on speaker. That happened once at work and you never want it to happen again. You pocket your phone and roll your shopping cart down the aisle. You drop a few packages of bread into the cart. Following them are an assortment of jams, some vegetables and you even restock on condiments. You consider getting some butter, too, but you estimate that you've still got some left to last you until the next shopping day so you decide not to. Going into the snacks aisle, you make a beeline for the Oreos. Demons really like them for some reason, so you always make sure that you're fully stocked up on them. Bags of chips also join the pile as well as some chocolate for yourself. You almost forget the microwaveable popcorn but remember just as you're about to check out. Your full cart earns a few glances from other grocery shoppers and you don't blame them. It looks like you're stocking up rations for an apocalyptic outbreak. It looks almost impossible to push, too, but you manage. As you wait in line, a kid in front of you gapes at your cart. He tries to get his mother's attention, but she's too occupied with paying at the moment. Your phone has another seizure. It has been buzzing gradually since a few minutes after you've last replied, but you had ignored it. He's spamming you now, so you have no choice but to reply or suffer further. You Please chill Vox Haha I wish Wyd? You Groceries Aren't you working rn? Vox I am but it's nothing important Just supervising I can leave if I want These assholes know that if they mess up they're getting fired but I'm not really up for dealing with dumbassery later if I do You I'm not either so Please stop spamming me Vox Ooh you angry? You angry at me doll? You I'm not angry I'm The old lady behind you clears her throat. You look up from the phone with a start and realize that the mother and her son had already moved on. You throw a sheepish apology at the old woman behind you and she angrily mutters something about 'nowadays'. The cashier doesn't question your overflowing cart. They silently scan all your items but they do become more and more bewildered as the products appear to be neverending. You wait patiently, casting the old woman, who seems less patient, an apologetic smile. She doesn't say anything in response but the expression on her face gives you the impression that she'll be gossiping to her old lady friends about this like how Hellborn royals gossip about Overlords. Vox Dollface you still there? You I'm paying rn The old lady behind me got mad cause I was texting you and holding up the line Vox She's old screw her Are you getting home soon? You I have to pay and drive home yeah Vox Get some rest when you do You're probably tired after running through my mind all day You ? Oh That one took me a bit The cashier tells you your amount and you pay. You hang all your bags on carabiners and push the shopping cart back in its spot with the other shopping carts. You carry all your groceries by the carabiners through the parking lot and unlock your car before you carefully arrange them inside. You sit in the driver's seat, pull on the seatbelt and ignite the engine with a turn of your key. You quickly text Vox before you pull out of the parking lot. You Driving Texts and calls will be ignored until I get back The phone buzzes once you put it down so you don't pick it up again just to read his response. If you say that you're ignoring him but read his response immediately after he'll expect a response and get pesky. The drive home is uneventful. Your phone is buzzing so much that you're sure that it would try to kill itself by vibrating off a surface again. When you drive up to your house, you don't tell Vox that you're home yet. You made that mistake once and don't intend on doing it again. You park your car, take out the grocery bags and lock it. Your keys jingle as you fumble with them to find your house key and unlock the door. You enter, lock it behind you and place the bags on the coffee table. You're about to text Vox when there's suddenly a knock at your door. The knocks become more insistent the more time you take answering it. "Coming!" you call out when you almost trip on your feet trying to hurry to the door. Who the Hell could be at your door at this time?? You unlock the door again and come face-to-face with a demon. You blink. So does the demon and the smaller one standing next to him. They both look like the typical, basic demons depicted in media—red with horns and a spiked tail. The taller demon has striped horns and a white spot over one eye while the smaller one has shorter, similarly patterned horns and white fur that framed his face. Glancing down, you notice that they're both wearing suits. So, there are business demons at your door. Unusual, but not strange. "Hello," you say. "Do you guys want a sandwich?"

needy; connor murphy x reader smut

requests: too many 

okay motherfuckers, it’s here and its kinky as hell

word count; 1673

TRIGGER WARNINGS; KINKY SMUT, ITS AGAINST A CAR SO IN PUBLIC OKAY, connor calls the reader nicknames like babygirl etc, T E a s i N G, lowkey a lil hint of degradation but just a lil’, LEMME KNOW IF IM MISSING TAGS

ITS NOT PROOFREAD RN CUZ I FEEL BAD ABOUT POSTING LATE

It was almost pathetic the kind of affect Connor had on you by just being near you, but what was even more pathetic was the affect he had on you when he wasn’t around. The fact that after only a few days of being apart, you started to become almost desperate to see him again, to feel him again.

 You see, Connor had been away for a week because he had been forced to go on a trip with his family. And while it’s not like you two hadn’t sent your fair share of racy texts and pictures while he was away, it was nothing near enough to satiate you.

Luckily, he had arrived home late last night. You were finally going to see him again today, and you didn’t think you had ever been more excited to go to school.  You may or may not have worn an outfit that was intentionally more revealing than you usually wore to get Connor’s attention. Maybe.

When you arrived in the school parking lot you could see Connor leaning against the wall of the school entrance, probably waiting for you. You sped-walked over to him, and you could see a small smile play on his lips as he saw you approach. “Damn, you wear this just for me?” He half-joked, scanning your body. “You know it, Murphy.” You winked and blushed slightly under his gaze, quickly standing on your tip-toes and kissing him with an amount of force that surprised him, but which he quickly returned. His hands moved to your waist and he squeezed gently, before he broke away and chuckled. “You’re so needy, princess.” He commented. You bit your lip slightly, staring at your shoes. “You’ve been gone for a week.” You mumbled.  “I know, babygirl. I promise I’ll make it up to you after school, okay?” He moved some of your hair out of your face. “But that’s so fucking long from now.” You groaned in frustration. Connor just shook his head, grabbing your hand and walking into the school. “I think you can handle seven more hours.” He used his free hand to pat your head condescendingly. “Please don’t say that.” You whined. “And don’t be so condescending. We both know that you missed me, too.”  You scoffed. “No one ever said I didn’t.” He shrugged, stopping in front of the door to your first class. “And this is where I leave you, love.” He announced, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek before speeding down the hallway to his own class. You rolled your eyes.

Connor had never cared about missing class to fuck before, and you knew the only reason he was pretending to care now was to torture you. You swore that boy would be the death of you.

By your second period you were already ready to give up and burst into your boyfriend’s math class to drag him into your car.

By third you couldn’t help but text him.

To: Con;

I seriously doubt I’ll be able to make it through the school day

He replied only a few seconds later.

From: Con;

Well you’re gonna have to babygirl

He sent another text before you even had a chance to respond.

From: Con;

I bet you’re already wet for me.

 You could feel your heart rate speed up.

To: Con;

Maybe I am

From: Con;

Just maybe? I guess I’ll have to send you something to make sure you’re ready for me later

You quickly shut off your phone, not ready to read whatever he was about to text you. You were needy enough already, and now he wanted to tease you in class?

 Fourth period was pretty uneventful, besides the ever so obvious feeling of desperation in your core.

Fifth was lunch, and you could already tell that Connor would be relentless to you when you arrived in the lunchroom and the first thing he did was pull you down to sit next to him and mumble ‘hi babygirl’ in your ear.

You were right.

You were attempting to hold a conversation with Evan when you first felt his fingers dance up your thigh. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs. Suddenly, Connor was snaking his hand into your shorts and rubbing your clit through the cloth of your panties. It was becoming close to impossible to continue talking about whether you thought your last math quiz was hard. You could hear Connor chuckle as you stumbled and stuttered. Evan asked if you were okay, and you quickly dismissed him by saying you just had a lot on your mind. Connor turned to look at you, his finger still pressing concentrated circles on your clit. “A lot on your mind? Oh no. Are you okay babe?” He asked, not even trying to mask his smirk. “I’m fine.” You inhaled sharply as he slipped a finger under the hem of your underwear. “Are you sure, you look kinda red. Are you sure you’re not sick?” You glared at Connor, nodding. “I’m fine.”

Connor removed his hand from your shorts. “If you say so, princess.”

You rolled you eyes in an attempt to make it seem like you didn’t care that he had stopped. “I have to go to the bathroom.” You stepped out into the hallway and texted Connor.

To: Con;

Seriously, if you keep this up I’m gonna fucking explode

From: Con;

Patience, baby.

To: Con;

I’ve been patient for like a week! Seriously?

No response.

“God damnit.” You ran your hands through your hair, shutting your phone off.

You walked back into the cafeteria, only to see that Connor wasn’t there. You looked around before you felt your phone buzz.

From: Con;

Fine, babygirl, if you’re so desperate for me then meet me at your car. Now.

It looked like you were ditching school for the rest of the day. Great.

You practically ran to your car, where Connor was already waiting. “You’re the biggest fucking tease I’ve ever met, asshole.” You glared at him before tossing him the keys. He caught them and unlocked the doors, hopping into the drivers seat. “I’d be careful what you say, sweetheart. You don’t want to have to wait any longer, do you?” He warned as you got into the passenger’s seat. The drive to your house was mostly silent besides soft whimpers tumbling out of your lips while he massaged your inner thigh.

When you pulled into your driveway you both bolted out of the car, and in a few seconds Connor was pushing you against it, kissing your neck and collarbone. You couldn’t care less that anyone could see you two practically dry humping each other in your driveway. “Fuck, I could take you right here.” Connor mumbled against your skin. “I wouldn’t stop you.” You gulped, tangling a hand in his hair and tugging roughly. “Don’t encourage me.” He chuckled, his hands moving to your ass, which caused you to jump up and wrap your legs around him. You could feel his bugle against your core, causing you to shiver slightly with anticipation. “Fuck, if we’re doing this then do it.” You moaned. “You’re such a slut.” Connor half-jokingly scoffed, one of his hands pulling your shirt over your head and kissing your newly exposed skin. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” You whined through your moans as you tugged at his shirt. He took the hint and pulled it off as well, tossing it onto the hood of your car. “This is so fucked up.” You breathed out, your nails digging into his shoulder. “Yet you like it.” Connor teased against your skin. “So do you.” You quipped back. After a few more moments of making out, your hand roamed down to the button of his jeans, popping it open and quickly unzipping them as well. “Someone’s eager.” Connor mused, doing the same to your short and pulling them down your thighs. “Anyone could see us right now, Connor.” You said shakily. “I know.” He replied. “Is that a problem?” You quickly shook your head and moaned as you watched him pull down his boxers enough to free his erection. He smirked slightly, burying his head in your shoulder as he pulled your panties to the side and pushed himself into you, to desperate himself to tease you for very long. “Fuck, Connor.” You moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair and tugging. He moaned your name in response, beginning to thrust into you at a steady pace. “You’re so tight babygirl.” He growled against your neck, beginning to leave a trail of hickeys. “Connor, oh my god, faster. F-Fuck it feels so good.” You shut your eyes, focusing on the many sensations you were experiencing. “Moan my name, babygirl.” He commanded. You obviously complied, moaning his name loudly. You had been so desperate all day, you knew you weren’t going to last very long. You had a feeling it was the same for Connor. You pulled on his hair harder, earning a deep groan from him, which only turned you on more. “God, fuck, Connor I’m gonna cum.” You cried out, you head falling backwards. “God you’re so easy.” He chuckled darkly, speeding up his thrusts to bring you to your climax. “Cum for me, slut.” He growled in your ear. You weren’t going to argue. You practically screamed his name as you came, and you could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy. “God, you’re such a good girl for me y/n. Fuck.” He praised as he came. He pulled away from you after a few moments and you both pulled your underwear and pants back up.

You stayed still, panting, before you reached over and grabbed your shirt from the hood of the car. “Thank god my mom didn’t come home.” You breathed out, tossing his own shirt at him. “You’re a piece of work, y/n,” Connor shook his head, smiling at you slightly. “Right back at you, Murphy.” You grinned, taking a deep breath before walking towards your house.