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lightyaoigami · 3 days

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☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ how to resume ⋆｡ﾟ☾｡⋆｡ﾟ☁︎ ﾟ

after 10 years & 6 jobs in corporate america, i would like to share how to game the system. we all want the biggest payoff for the least amount of work, right?

know thine enemy: beating the robots

i see a lot of misinformation about how AI is used to scrape resumes. i can't speak for every company but most corporations use what is called applicant tracking software (ATS).

no respectable company is using chatgpt to sort applications. i don't know how you'd even write the prompt to get a consumer-facing product to do this. i guarantee that target, walmart, bank of america, whatever, they are all using B2B SaaS enterprise solutions. there is not one hiring manager plinking away at at a large language model.

ATS scans your resume in comparison to the job posting, parses which resumes contain key words, and presents the recruiter and/or hiring manager with resumes with a high "score." the goal of writing your resume is to get your "score" as high as possible.

but tumblr user lightyaoigami, how do i beat the robots?

great question, y/n. you will want to seek out an ATS resume checker. i have personally found success with jobscan, which is not free, but works extremely well. there is a free trial period, and other ATS scanners are in fact free. some of these tools are so sophisticated that they can actually help build your resume from scratch with your input. i wrote my own resume and used jobscan to compare it to the applications i was finishing.

do not use chatgpt to write your resume or cover letter. it is painfully obvious. here is a tutorial on how to use jobscan. for the zillionth time i do not work for jobscan nor am i a #jobscanpartner i am just a person who used this tool to land a job at a challenging time.

the resume checkers will tell you what words and/or phrases you need to shoehorn into your bullet points - i.e., if you are applying for a job that requires you to be a strong collaborator, the resume checker might suggest you include the phrase "cross-functional teams." you can easily re-word your bullets to include this with a little noodling.

don't i need a cover letter?

it depends on the job. after you have about 5 years of experience, i would say that they are largely unnecessary. while i was laid off, i applied to about 100 jobs in a three-month period (#blessed to have been hired quickly). i did not submit a cover letter for any of them, and i had a solid rate of phone screens/interviews after submission despite not having a cover letter. if you are absolutely required to write one, do not have chatgpt do it for you. use a guide from a human being who knows what they are talking about, like ask a manager or betterup.

but i don't even know where to start!

i know it's hard, but you have to have a bit of entrepreneurial spirit here. google duckduckgo is your friend. don't pull any bean soup what-about-me-isms. if you truly don't know where to start, look for an ATS-optimized resume template.

a word about neurodivergence and job applications

i, like many of you, am autistic. i am intimately familiar with how painful it is to expend limited energy on this demoralizing task only to have your "reward" be an equally, if not more so, demoralizing work experience. i don't have a lot of advice for this beyond craft your worksona like you're making a d&d character (or a fursona or a sim or an OC or whatever made up blorbo generator you personally enjoy).

and, remember, while a lot of office work is really uncomfortable and involves stuff like "talking in meetings" and "answering the phone," these things are not an inherent risk. discomfort is not tantamount to danger, and we all have to do uncomfortable things in order to thrive. there are a lot of ways to do this and there is no one-size-fits-all answer. not everyone can mask for extended periods, so be your own judge of what you can or can't do.

i like to think of work as a drag show where i perform this other personality in exchange for money. it is much easier to do this than to fight tooth and nail to be unmasked at work, which can be a risk to your livelihood and peace of mind. i don't think it's a good thing that we have to mask at work, but it's an important survival skill.

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vodika-vibes · 1 day

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I had an idea, but I'm not sure how long it'll be, since I'm typing it here on tumblr.

But here's some Dogma, as well as Tup and Fox.

Angst, but not tissue worthy.

Dogma notices that there's something wrong with Tup before anyone else. He knows his batchmate, his brother.

They're the "babies" of Torrent, so naturally, they're often shoved together on missions.

It's why Rex doesn't notice. At least, that's what Dogma thinks to himself as he's holding Tup's hair out of his face while he empties his stomach.

"You need to see Kix." Dogma tries for the umpteenth time, "You're barely keeping anything in your stomach!"

"No!" Tup rasps, his eyes are glazed over, and Dogma gets the feeling that Tup isn't seeing him, so much as seeing through him. "No, I'm fine. It's just a bug."

"Bugs don't last this long! At least tell the Capt—"

"I'm fine." Tup interrupts. He turns away from Dogma and spits some bile into the toilet, "I'm fine." To Dogma, it sounds like Tup is trying to convince himself of that fact.

Dogma opens his mouth so say something, but the words die on his tongue. Tup is staring off into space, his eyes glazed over, his hands clenching and unclenching. "Tup?" There's no response, "Tup!"

His brother jerks and turns to look at him. He looks annoyed at first, but then hesitates, "I lost time, didn't I?"

"Only half a minute. That's not too bad." Dogma lies. As if his stomach isn't churning, as if this isn't terrifying.

"Oh. That's good."

When did they get so good at lying to each other?

But Dogma has to put his concern about Tup out of his mind as Rex pokes his head into the Barracks, "We're landing on Umbara shortly, armor up."

Dogma wants to scream at his older brother. Wants to grab him by the shoulders and shake him to make him see that Tup isn't okay...but instead he just grabs his helmet.

Later, after the crapshow that was Umbara, Dogma andmits that he has regrets. Not a whole lot of them, admittedly, but a few.

He definitely doesn't regret shooting Krell, but he does regret having to leave Tup. And he's so, so thankful that Rex intervened on his behalf and had him transferred to the Guard, rather than allowing him to be decommissioned.

He goes by Delta now, at least in public. The other Corries are kind enough to still call him Dogma. So he hasn't lost everything.

Dogma is the only one not surprised when Tup shoots and kills a Jedi. Though he regrets not mentioning it to Rex when he could. And he regrets that he wasn't there to help Tup while he could.

And then, late one night, while he's heading back to the Barracks, he hears the familiar sound of someone getting sick.

He pushes his way into the fresher and stares at Marshal Commander Fox, who is emptying everything from his stomach that he's eaten that day.

Fox sees him and frowns, "Don't look so distraught." He chides, "it's just a bug." For a moment, Tup and Fox overlay over each other, and Dogma's hands start shaking.

"Have you been losing time?" Dogma rasps out.

Fox looks surprised, and the suspicious, "How could you know that?"

Dogma starts shaking even harder. He might have failed Tup, but he won't fail Fox. "You need a healer."

"It's a bug—"

For the first time in his life, Dogma interrupts a commanding officer, "It's not a bug! There's something wrong with us, and you need to see a healer before you kill someone!"

Fox stares at him, jaw dropped, and then, slowly, he nods. "Okay. Okay, vod. We'll go to the temple. We'll go now, even. No one is going to kill anyone."

Dimly, Dogma recognizes that Fox thinks he's having a psychotic break, but he doesn't care. So long as his brother gets the care he needs.

#star wars #tcw #clone trooper dogma #clone trooper tup #commander fox #angst #though maybe not tissue worthy

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cyberseong · 12 hours

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flawless.

pairing: hongjoong x f!reader.

genre: smau, office setting, coworkers. warnings/topics: there's quite a bit of plot before it gets to the actual smut, hongjoong is cocky, teasing, blowjobs, facefucking, aftercare (though not very descriptive), slight fluff at the end, no actual sex, just oral. word count: 1.4k

a/n: it took me so long to finish this but here’s my second tumblr fic— again, it isn’t proofread so i apologize for any errors. reblogs and likes are appreciated, enjoy <3

being coworkers with hongjoong was usually a miserable experience; he walked around as if he owned the place, his tone always condescending— y/n was especially a victim of this. he was constantly coercing y/n into making his presentations for him or filling out paperwork that he had due the next day. hongjoong held no leadership position above y/n, so he could easily get reprimanded for what he was doing; but hongjoong knew how soft-spoken and obedient y/n was. he found it amusing seeing her stress over overwhelming situations that he was the cause of.

y/n was incredibly awkward, and it was a trait of hers that you would typically notice right away. she wore black bayonetta glasses, which perfectly complimented her almond-shaped eyes. y/n was well known in their company building because of how beautiful she was, but anyone who worked by her knew she was just a nerd. hongjoong would be lying if he said that wasn’t his type.

y/n left a soft knock on hongjoong’s office door. she had just spent the last 2 hours signing off on documents and contracts for the company’s business partners and customers; another task that was supposed to be hongjoong’s responsibility.

“door’s open~” hongjoong teased mockingly, knowing that y/n was the one on the other side of the wall. they were supposed to clock out 2 hours ago; before y/n was given the extra assignment. the clicks of her heels could be heard as she approached hongjoong’s desk, setting the papers down before averting her attention to hongjoong himself.

y/n’s words were lodged in her throat upon taking in hongjoong’s current appearance. his hair was just the perfect amount of messy, his tie was loosened, and his collared shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a glimpse of his defined chest. his slacks were tight against his thighs, leaving the size of them to no one’s imagination. y/n swallowed thickly, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks as she viewed the sight. she eventually looked up to meet his eyes, where hongjoong maintained a strong and assertive contact between them. y/n quickly shied away, deciding to speak up instead of letting the current tension in the air become any thicker.

“can i help you with anything else? you look… exhausted,” she innocently batted her eyelashes, causing hongjoong to look at her confused. she was obviously suggesting something, which threw hongjoong off— he could not recall any other times when y/n had spoken to him with underlying meaning dripping from her words like this. nevertheless, he proceeded to play a long.

“well, i had a few important meetings to attend today, my whole body is tense,” hongjoong sighed, throwing his head back in his chair with an annoyed groan. y/n could see how beautifully structured his throat was, with many protruding veins traveling up to his jawline.

“let me help you hongjoong; i don’t have anything planned for tonight anyway,” y/n offered, walking around hongjoong’s desk and getting behind him. she gently placed her hands on the crooks of his neck and began to massage them, the action immediately beginning to soothe him of the uncomfortable pain that resided there previously. hongjoong practically melted into her touch as a sense of relief washed over him.

despite the feeling of comfort that enveloped the two, the excruciating tension that had only increased between them was becoming unbearable. hongjoong knew y/n was teasing him once her hands had dissipated from his shoulders and traveled a little too close to his defined pecs.

hongjoong breathed in sharply when he felt her hand squeeze the left side of his chest softly; he couldn’t tolerate it anymore. he swiftly stood up from his seat, grabbed y/n’s face with his hands, and brought their lips together in desperation. her hands rested upon his shoulder blades, the grip getting more intense as their shared kiss deepened. only the noise of shortened breaths and saliva could be heard throughout the room as their tongues fought for dominance between the two mouths.

the kiss came to a stop as hongjoong’s mouth made its way down y/ns body, leaving soft pecks from the corners of her mouth to her jawline. he paused to suck on a specific part of her collarbone once he noticed her breath hitch— she moaned at the feeling, running her fingers through his hair as he continued.

when hongjoong stopped to catch a breath, y/n took it upon herself to drop to her knees and begin unzipping hongjoong’s pants. as he looked down in her direction with surprise, he got a clear view of her cleavage peaking out from the top of her shirt. they looked perfectly plump and round; he just couldn’t get the image of them out of his mind no matter how hard he tried.

he decided to keep quiet and observe for the time being. y/n pulled his pants down slightly, giving her access to the print of his dick being hidden by his boxers— she palmed him gently, causing hongjoong to let out a strangled moan. he was painfully hard, and it only felt like she was teasing him.

“god, stop fucking around already y/n,” hongjoong groaned out, a frustrated expression plaguing his face. y/n abided by his words as she pushes his boxers down, setting his throbbing cock free from his clothing. precum was beginning to drip down the side of his tip, so y/n leaned in to circle her tongue around it, lapping up the substance into her mouth.

she gave hongjoong’s tip a few kitten licks while looking up to meet his eyes; he gave her a deathly glare, so she took that as a warning and finally took his cock into her mouth whole. the warmth of her mouth around his dick made hongjoong shudder, causing him to buck his hips accidentally. y/n gagged at the feeling of his cock filling her throat up so suddenly, but she recovered quickly, continuing to bob her head and pleasure hongjoong.

“f-fuck, i can’t, please,” hongjoong breathily moaned, grabbing onto y/n’s hair and thrusting deeply into her mouth. hongjoong noticed that her gag reflex was no longer being triggered, so he had no mercy left on her throat. each time he felt y/n swallow against his cock, he would let out the most pornographic moans y/n had ever heard from a man. she found it humorous, really— it was such a large contrast from his cocky facade he wore all the time.

“i’m close, y/n, please— don’t stop,” hongjoong ranted as y/n cupped his balls, causing his legs to wobble slightly from the overwhelming surge of pleasure pulsating through his body at that very moment.

he continued fucking y/n’s mouth, quivering each time he heard the wet sounds her mouth made with each thrust. she swallowed one last time on his cock before he reached his climax, the hot white liquid spilling down her throat before he pulled out of her mouth. her mouth separated from his dick with a ‘pop’, with y/n then proceeding to lick the excess cum off of her lips with her tongue. her throat was the sorest it’d ever been, she never would’ve expected hongjoong to be as thick as he was.

at least she was aware now.

after hongjoong came down from his peak, he pulled his pants back up and got himself together. he made his way over to the bathroom attached to his office, retrieving a cloth and dampening it before returning to y/n. he kneeled in front of her, noticing how fucked out the expression on her face was.

“hey, look at me y/n,” hongjoong spoke softly, wiping off the sweat from her forehead and the saliva from her lips. he then threw the cloth off to the side, lifted her off the floor, and sat her in his office chair. “your knees must hurt… next time you can sit on the sofa instead, hm?” a smirk formed on his lips as he finished the sentence. y/n gave him a sarcastic glare— she wouldn’t admit it at this very moment, but even hongjoong knew this would happen again.

they talked about light topics before checking the time— the clock read 11:09 PM, meaning that even the security guards had gone home by now. the building doors were known to lock automatically at 11, so the two of them had no choice but to sleep in hongjoong’s office for the night. they cuddled up closely on the small sofa against the wall— it’d be a lie to say that they immediately went to sleep, but they knew one thing for sure; the tension that had always been between them would be gone from that night on.

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #atz x reader #ateez #hongjoong #hongjoong x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #atz smut #atz

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cloudlessly-light · 2 days

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was wondering if you could write something (whether a one-shot or a multiple chapters if you feel inspired) about a hotchniss affair where hotch is still married but his marriage isn’t like falling apart like it is most of the other fics with this plot. emily’s dirty self likes that he’s married and is fine with it being a casual arrangement. dom hotch and the usual angsty kinky nonsense.

A/N: Hi everyone! Another Hotchniss multi-chapter fic is coming your way based on asks from Tumblr. I would also like to add, that I do NOT condone cheating, I’m a firm believer that if you’re going to cheat then just break up. But with that said, I got this request and I ran with it, because I immediately got a multi chapter story idea. (And for some reason I excuse these two cheating because they’re meant to be.) I also am very aware that cheating isn’t everyone’s thing so please don’t read this if it triggers you, but to those of you who might, please let me know what you think because I need to know if I should continue this or not. Happy reading!

Title: Love like mine (1/11) Chapter title: Sugar on my lips, all it takes is one hit Summary: He wasn’t a cheater. Until her. Word count: 3,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings (for this chapter): Smut, dirty talk, fingering, cheating

Aaron was never the type of man who had affairs, was never the type of man who saw the appeal of it. It wasn’t that he didn’t notice beautiful women, it wasn’t that he hadn’t had numerous opportunities to be unfaithful, but it wasn’t him.

Until her.

She walks into his office at a time when he’s feeling out of control in his life and the attraction was instant. Her dark eyes and a smile that held a secret in it, the way her hand squeezed his as she greeted him something that was practiced to perfection. She radiated confidence, until he turned her away. That’s when he saw it, the flash of determination and he knew the woman before him was unlike most others he’d known.

He’s proven right when she’s waiting for him as he gets back from a case days later and when he agrees for her to stay he can see that same look of determination in her eyes.

When he drove home that night, he couldn’t stop thinking her, that should have been his first warning.

Emily never imagined herself lusting after a married man, had never thought of herself as a cheater or someone’s mistress. But the first time she shakes his hand she couldn’t shake the feeling of want, something primal, something she hadn’t experienced before. Even as a gold band gleamed back at her from the way his hand rested at his side, she wanted him. She should care more that he’s married, she knows she should, but for some reason she doesn’t.

Instead it only makes her want him more.

He was something forbidden, something off limits in more ways than one. It doesn’t help that he’s blatantly dismissing her in the beginning, because to her it only makes him more of a challenge. She knew she was smart and capable, knew she was an asset to the team and when she proves herself time and time again, she can feel his eyes on her. He looks at her with some type of fascination, like she’s some kind of enigma he wants to figure out.

And she had no problem letting him.

It’s been a few months of working together when she touches him with purpose for the first time, her fingers ghosting over the top of his hand as she’s handing him the file in her hand. He notices, an eyebrow raising in question and she doesn’t look away, only lets the corner of her mouth lift into a wry kind of smile.

“Have a good night, Hotch.”

“You too.” He says, voice low and raspy and Emily imagines what he would sound as she wrenched pleasure from his body.

Aaron watches her leave his office with a deep ache in his gut, desire and guilt twisting together as he does. It’s a feeling he’s grown used to, because his attraction towards his subordinate was unmistakable. But he wasn’t a cheater, he reminded himself.

The second time she lets herself touch him, he’s helping her practice for her firearms exam. She didn’t really need the help, she was an excellent shot, but he had offered and she didn’t turn him away. He’s correcting her stance, helps her square her shoulders and she’s sure his hands are warm enough to burn through her shirt. It makes her want to squeeze her thighs together to relieve some of the pressure between her legs.

“Are you ready?” He asks over her shoulder and she’s sure he doesn’t need to stand as close to her as he does. It makes her shiver, his proximity making her mind hazy.

She refocuses on the gun in her hand and fires, hits the target dead center and as she turns her head back to look at him, she moves her hips back just enough to press quickly against his.

It's just a second, but it’s enough and Aaron backs away without a word. But she doesn’t miss the way his eyes linger on her body as she turns back to fire again.

They don’t talk about it, the attraction that only seems to get worse between them, even after longing stares and innuendos hidden in conversations.

The third time there’s no mistaking what she’s doing. It’s reckless, some would even call it stupid. They’re out at a bar, all of them except Jason, and she’s spent the night talking to Haley, his wife, and still she goes after him as he excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

She shouldn’t, but she doesn’t care. She hadn’t cared from the start and with alcohol in her system it seemed liked the last of her resolve had faded. He doesn’t expect it, so it’s easy for her to push him into a dark corner, away from the team, away from Haley.

“What are you doing Prentiss?” He huffs as he looks around them for anybody they know.

“Do you love her?” She asks, one hand pressed against his chest and her breath against his face.

“I do.” He answers and for some reason it makes her lip curl into a smile and she leans into his body, lets his feel her chest against his and her lips against his ear.

“That’s too bad.” She whispers and he closes his eyes tight in a vein attempt to ignore the pull of arousal in his groin. When he opens them again, she’s gone, already heading back towards the table they had been sitting at.

And he knows he’s screwed.

They’re called away that same night, and it’s a case that will haunt all of them for a long time. After the case is closed and they’ve all landed back in DC, he can’t go home. He’s too wound up, too angry, too much of everything he can’t bring home to his wife. He’s feeling out of control again, a feeling he cannot stand.

It doesn’t surprise him that he ends up sitting in his car outside of her apartment building. It’s been months leading up to this moment, months of barely concealed want toward the brunette with dark eyes and a smile hiding a secret. He debates with himself for minutes, counts every reason why he shouldn’t go into that building, and yet, his body seems to have a mind of its own. Somehow this feels like he’s taking some control back.

He leans against her doorframe after he’s knocked, knows that to anybody else he probably looks imposing as he stands there. But not to her.

She opens the door with a look of understanding, something close to smug as she mimics his stand and leans against the frame too.

“It’s late.” She says and the way the brown eyes gleam with satisfaction causes the familiar stirring in his abdomen.

“I know.” He pushes past her into the apartment and takes his coat off without prompting. “I couldn’t go home.” When he turns to look at her again, she has closed the door and is leaning against it.

“Let me guess, you had a fight with your wife and you came here?” She studies him as he takes two long steps towards her, crowding her space as he stands too close.

“No, I didn’t have a fight with my wife but it didn’t stop me from coming here anyways.” The way his voice has dropped low makes heat flare in her belly, because she knew she was about to get everything she had wanted since that first day in his office. He’s staring down at her, towering over her without her heels. His pupils are dilated, lips parted and when he licks his bottom lip she wants to tug that same lip between her teeth.

“Why?” She whispers and suddenly his hands are on her hips, pushing her harder against the door as she gasps.

“You know why.” He lets his lips ghost against hers as he keeps her pinned against the door. “Should I leave?”

“Probably.” She lets out a breathy, humorless chuckle as her hand comes to rest on the back of his neck, her fingers gripping the short hair there. “But you don’t want to.”

“Let me get two things straight.” He moves his hands from her hips and grips her wrists tightly. When she willingly follows his movements as he pins them above her head, he smiles at the rush it gives him. “One, if we do this, I’m the one in charge.” She sucks in a breath and Aaron feels another rush of arousal tingle down his spine as she nods. “And two, I’m not leaving Haley, do not expect me to.”

“You think I believe in fairytales and happy endings?” She snickers but his hands tighten around her wrists. “Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret.”

It’s another second of his eyes staring into hers, another second of deliberation. But the line is already crossed, even if he walks away he knows he’ll end up right back where they are. Because he wanted this, wanted her.

When he kisses her, he hears the soft mewl coming from her and he presses even closer to her. His tongue pries her lips apart and she succumbs to him almost too easily. But then he feels the way she bites down on his bottom lip, hard, and he pulls back with a hiss.

The smirk on her lips matches the filthy look in her eye when he looks down at her again and even if he wasn’t already sure about this, the way she was looking right then would be his undoing. She’s still pinned against the door, her cheeks are the softest shade of pink, her breathing already ragged and he bites back groan.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me?” Her voice is thick with arousal when she speaks, her words falling in soft puffs against his cheek as she does. “Didn’t think you’d be so passive.” The way he all put crashes his lips against hers makes her entire body heat up.

“So you like pushing buttons outside of the office too I see.” He mumbled against her mouth as he lets go of her wrists, only to pull her flush against him. “Where’s the bedroom?”

Their clothes fall in messy piles as they move towards her bedroom, hands are searching, lips are tasting, and by the time they’re upstairs Emily is completely naked and reaching for his boxers. He lets her push them down, but as she makes a move to kneel on the floor, his fingers tightens around her waist and he pushes her down on the bed. His eyes rake over the pale skin and soft curves, catches the metallic gleam in the soft lights and realizes that her nipples are pierced. He groans at the sight, takes in rosy nipples and the flush that’s spreading across her cheeks and down her neck. She was just as beautiful as he had imagined.

“What are you waiting for?” She breathes as she moves further up on the bed and to her satisfaction he follows her with a look close to wild, barely restrained want reflecting back at her.

“You’re very impatient.” He mumbles against her ear, one hand moving between them to hike her leg up. She’s more flexible than he thought. “We’ll work on that.” The low rumble of his voice vibrates against her and she bites back a moan. He keeps her leg around his waist as he moves down her body to suck one of her nipples, his groan muffled against soft skin as his tongue rakes over the piercing. Then he moves to the other one, bites down gently as she arches into his touch with a sigh.

“Hotch I-” Her words are cut off by his fingers moving between her legs, thick fingers almost too rough against her clit, circling slowly as he lifts his head and watches with a grin as her jaw goes slack and her head falls back. “Fuck me.” She gasps, she had wanted this for months, she couldn’t imagine waiting another moment.

“Not yet.” He snickers at the way she almost whines in disappointment, the sound quickly changing to a guttural moan when he pushes two thick fingers inside of her. Her walls cling to his fingers, hot and slick and he bites down on her neck to keep his own groan at bay. He curls his fingers, pushes them deeper and scissors them until she gasps and her fingers dig into his shoulder. “There it is.” The satisfaction in his voice as she grinds into his hand is unmistaken and he watches as her eyes flutter closed and she bites her bottom lip hard to keep from being too loud.

The sound of her slick was obscene, would make her feel embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. Her leg is still hooked around his waist, her hips moving up to get even more friction and as the pressure in the pit of her stomach builds, she can’t do much else but to cling to him. She could hear him, mumbling praise against her ear, felt his lips and tongue as he kissed, liked and bit down on her neck. He was everywhere and she was finally getting what she had been craving for so long.

“I’m close.” Her voice sounds foreign in her ears, raspy and low and it makes him smile into her neck.

“You’re clenching my fingers so good, I can’t wait to feel you get this tight on my cock.” When she moans in response he grins, the power rush of having Emily like this, desperate and pliant and yearning, close to maddening. “Is that what you want? To have me fuck you until you can’t remember your own name? To make you come until you’re begging me to stop?” He grinds the palm of his hand against her clit and pushes his fingers harder inside of her.

“Yes, yesyesyes!” She cries out as she falls over the edge, her orgasm intense enough to make her entire body strain as the pleasure takes her over. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, moves his fingers until she’s heaving for breath and loud moans turns into softer whimpers.

Aaron couldn’t believe how absolutely stunning she was as she gave into him, his eyes fastened on the way her face tensed in pleasure, how her eyes rolled back as she completely succumbed to him. And he knew he needed to see it again.

“Let’s do that again.” He mumbled against her lips before kissing her. Her tongue quickly found his, so focused on his lips on hers that she barely registered how he shifted above her. It wasn’t until the tip of him was notching against her entrance that she pulled away from his lips.

“I’m clean, and on the pill.” She whispered to his wordless question as both her legs wrapped around his hips. “Fuck me like you haven’t fucked your wife in years.”

Her words should make him angry, but they only turn him on, some twisted sense of depravity settling in his gut. And with that, he pushes forward, a grunt on his lips as he feels her slick walls around him.

“Fuck.” He groans, forehead falling onto her shoulder as he lets himself enjoy the way she feels around him. Hot, wet, tight. When he starts to move it’s with none of the care he usually takes, it’s rough and hard and then Emily is gasping against his neck, her labored breaths clammy against his skin. “Tell me how it feels.” He hisses against her ear, his teeth biting down on the lobe.

“So good.” She moans as her heels dig into his ass, wanting him deeper. “You’re huge.” When she feels him smile into her neck she clenches around him, not wanting him to think he has all the power.

“I know baby.” It was dumb, the pride he felt at her words, but they weren’t untrue and he knew that. “You’re taking my cock so well, you’re so good for me.”

The bed creaks with their movements, mixing with their breathless moans and groans. Hands move over sweaty skin, lips find new places to taste and kiss. It’s messy, filthy, exactly like she had imagined it would be. She comes again with his hand between their bodies, rubbing her clit with precise movements. When she gasps his name she can feel the way his hips stutter.

He doesn’t let her come down, keeps her beneath him as his fingers move faster over her clit, his hips strong against hers even as he feels his own release getting closer.

“Look what a good girl you are for me.” He muses as she trembles from overstimulation, her hands twisted in sheets to keep from digging into his skin. Her dark eyes are hazy and heavy-lidded when they meet his and he swears he’s never seen something sexier than Emily Prentiss, drunk on him. “You like that huh? Being good for me?”

“Don’t get used to it.” She sees the satisfied smirk on his lips, knew that he liked the challenge and she wouldn’t be giving in to him like this every time, no matter what he thought. “I want you to come in me, I want to feel the ache of you tomorrow.” She feels his fingers speed up even more against her clit, his hips jerking against hers and she whimpers.

“Filthy thing.” He groans before crashing his lips against hers. It’s messy, teeth clashing and more tongue than lips but the taste of her is enough to send him over the edge. The sound that leaves him as he comes is stuck somewhere between a howl and a growl, her name a snarl on his lips as he gives in to the pleasure of his orgasm.

The heat of his release is enough to make her come for a third time, his fingers still on her clit dragging it out until she’s twitching away from his touch. He’s panting above her, his body heavy and sweaty as he collapses on top of her, after-shocks making him twitch against her. She gently strokes her hand over his back, gives him a few moments to come down before nudging him off her.

“That was better than I thought it would be.” He doesn’t sound guilty, doesn’t look it either and Emily wonders if it would stay that way. Wonders if maybe in the morning he would think back to this moment and regret it. She wouldn’t be surprised if he did, but something in her told her that this was only the beginning.

“Really? I had no doubts about how good we would be at this.” She flashes him a smile and he laughs, something that’s louder than she expected but she found that she liked.

“You really are a minx aren’t you?” He rests his head against her pillow as she nods. He knows that he needs to go, it was getting too late to be able to explain his absence to Haley. Like she could read his mind she sat up, unashamed of her naked body as she leaned against the headboard.

“It’s getting late, you should go.” She thinks that he wants to stay, that he doesn’t want her to feel used, and she quickly adds. “I’ll see you tomorrow Hotch.”

Aaron looks at her for another moment before getting up to dress. It’s not awkward, in fact it feels easy, almost normal as he pulls his pants up and buttons his shirt.

“Do we need to talk about this?” He asks as he ties his tie.

“If this was a one-time thing, then that’s all it was. Like I said, I don’t believe in fairytales and happy endings.” It’s wrong, what they did, what they’ve been doing for months. But she knew that, had always known that and it didn’t stop her.

“I don’t think this was a one-time thing.” He leans over the bed, hands on either side of her as he speaks lowly, a look of certainty on his face before he kisses her.

She accepts the kiss he stamps against her lips in some sort of fucked up promise that this wasn’t the end.

#hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #hotchniss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #aaron x emily #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction

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swiftly-harlow · 2 days

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GOLDEN YEARS • JACK HARLOW

a/n: welcome to my new jack harlow fic. this is my return to writing (and tumblr)! thank you to @jackmans-poison & @neon-lights-and-glitter for the many proof reads, editing help, and countless re-reads, love y’all sm!! I hope you enjoy!

warning(s): mentions of domestic abuse, pregnancy, swearing, and alcoholism. minors dni !!

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PROLOGUE

To be completely transparent: Wells Elliot was an asshole.

I never knew which lover I’d get on the daily. Would he pull out my chair for me, or would he scream at me over some miniscule thing?

The minute we locked eyes almost three years ago, I knew I was fucked. It wasn’t like me to get so attached so quickly, but Wells had an indescribable pull to him.

It’s only been five minutes since Wells stumbled through the door, barely able to keep his balance. His breath reeked of alcohol and his words slurred together.

“Leave me alone, Wells. You’re drunk.”

I attempted to walk past his tall figure, but his hand gripped my arm before I could take a second step.

“C’mon, baby, please,” he begged me, looking into my eyes.

After spitting out a hard no, Wells laughed, and I could tell his demeanor was changing, as his laugh dripped with anger. He stepped forward once more, leaving no space between us. His breath was hot on my skin. I could no longer see the color of his eyes, the golden hour-esque had gone out.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

I could feel myself shrinking back, fear towering over me. I knew things were bound to escalate, they always did when he came home drunk. Wells tended to get verbally and physically abusive when he was intoxicated. After a string of horrid words slipped past his lips, he’d always pass out on the couch. I knew why he did it, he wanted to forget how shitty his life was. How shitty our life was.

Despite this being my reality for the past year, I knew he wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. But tonight was different. I felt different. The air was filled with uncertainty yet a small string of hope.

As I took a step back, he drunkenly stepped closer. I needed to tell him. Now.

“Wells, I’m pregnant-”

The next few minutes were somewhat of a blur. One moment I was standing up, and the next, my face was parallel to the carpet beneath me, and then things suddenly went black.

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I woke up to the sounds of sirens that seemed like they were miles away. As I sat up on the stretcher, a medic reassured me that I was okay. My memories from moments before were fuzzy, but I knew I wasn't okay. My head was throbbing and I felt nauseous.

As I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I stared at the ground beneath me. My hand rested on my ever growing stomach as I thought about how different my life was going to be months from now.

“Marley?”

I looked up from the single crack in the concrete that I had been staring at. My eyes welled with tears as I looked up to see my mom. She choked back a sob as she scooped me into a much needed hug.

I let out a mixture of a scream and a sob as she held me tightly to her body. Relief washed over me as each tear fell and raced down my cheek.

“It’s over now, he’s gone,” she whispered into my hair.

Seconds that felt like hours passed before another word was spoken between us.

“Mom?”

We let go of each other before I told her the news that led me to tears earlier that day. She nodded for me to go on, giving space for what was about to be said.

“I’m pregnant.”

Silence filled the air between us. I couldn’t read her facial expressions clearly enough to know what she was thinking. Before a word could slip past my lips, a police officer walked over.

“Marley Wynona?

“Yes?” I looked in the officer's direction as I began answering his questions. He looked tired, and seemed as if he hadn't slept in months; it was like the only thing keeping him going was the on-call job attendance.

“..and who is this with you?”

The officer motioned to my mom, who sat beside me, pale as a ghost. I could tell she was still trying to process my news.

“My mom,” I nudged her gently as she broke out of her trance.

Despite being 26, my mom still sees me as the girl who cried in her arms the night before her freshman year of high school.

I began zoning out, as the officer continued asking my mother questions, the adrenaline from tonight's events dying down. I needed sleep, but I knew what would come along with it. Nausea took over as my head began pounding again, before I could notify anybody, I hurled off the side of the stretcher onto the pavement.

I needed to get out of here.

#jackman harlow #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow #jack harlow x oc

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miradelletarot · 29 days

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oops?

So I was on tumblr while I was at work today and my app went wonky. SOOOOOOOOO

if you see a metric fuckton of double posts from me, or attempts to redo a post i thought was broken

I'm sorry.

#i'm not my fault #just pretend it doesn't exist ok #oopsie #mira maunders #tumblr went stupid on me #that's what i get for tumblring at the office #but i needed a break #i was doing accounting #and im not built for that shit #and needed a break to see my moots #i love y'all

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stuckinapril · 3 months

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I’m finally biting the bullet and contacting a therapist today after being ambivalent ab it for so long… this hellsite has its many disadvantages but one thing I can say is it has truly helped me be less scared of pursuing therapy. Silver lining etc etc

#And to be clear I have nothing against therapy. I’ve seen it do wonders for other people #I think the reason it’s a point of defeat (just a little) for me to be like ok. I need a therapist. Is bc I’m admitting to myself that I #need one to begin w. And I get it’s not healthy but I always liked to think I could handle anything by myself #That was even the whole point of this blog. It was supposed to serve as a conduit for these feelings #And I’m not saying I don’t have a support system. I do. I have many wonderful friends #But I struggle to be vulnerable at all tbh and whenever I am I’m guilty ab it bc #I understand so many people have busy lives & I feel like an emotional burden on them by venting #Despite them telling me that it’s totally fine. Obvi a therapist is literally paid to listen so no guilt there #And I think that’s what I need #I’m not like on the brink of a psychotic break or anything but it’s just little things. I think it’d be nice to sit in someone’s office for #One hour a week and just go. That did bother me actually. I am tired actually. I do feel that way actually.#Rather than just burying my feelings w school and a busy schedule #I don’t think therapy will make me any less of a workaholic anytime soon but it’ll at least allow me to slow down one hour a week #And also not bottle shit up so fuckin much #But ya all of this is to say I’m drafting the email to her RIGHT now .#Starting the day off strong by oversharing on tumblr dot com

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fidgetspringer-art · 23 days

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The Shimmer Shields - Uniform design

#digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #art #dungeons and dragons #dnd #ttrpg #homebrew #concept art #original characters #ocs #my ocs #Fen tag #Alowin tag #Setting: Heim #I was gonna do this rendered all pretty and stuff #but i've already spent too much time fiddling with this so flats will have to do #i really wanted to get the Shields uniform down on paper #as well as two of my silly little guys #Fen is wearing the standard officer uniform that people would commonly see on the streets of Novo-Mellior #Alowin is wearing the private hire uniform since he gets assigned to Tethry after a failed attempt on his life #The private hire uniform comes with a cape meant to cover the sword at their hip during formal events.#also anyone who ends up on private hire is ribbed pretty heavily by the rest of the soldiers since #that often means they get assigned either to some arrogant noble or an important caster (like an archmage)#and with the way that Shields and casters don't get along very well you'll get bullied for babysitting one.#The Shields value their uniforms and gear very highly since to a lot of them it's the only thing of significance that they own.#Their bracers and shields (not pictured cause idk what i want to do for them yet) are tiled with flail snail shell #which allows them to both block and reflect any spells cast at them back on the caster #it's also where the name of their order comes from cause shiny #I had big plans for this piece but at the end of the day it's just a design sheet

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devotedsims · 9 months

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hello, 📞 transfer from the western branch at the @kashisun office, call incoming!

meet winona drakes!

- she has a southern accent, it almost feels like it’s put-on because of how stereotypical it is.

- she wanted a complete change of scenery so she moved far away from everything she used to know!!

- she got transferred in as a manager of (PR?) department so she has had to earn her credibility at the new office.

- she is very tall, and she loves to wear heels!

- brought in boxes of stuff to decorate her office.

- leaves work as early as possible on friday because she has better places to be ✌🏻

#ts4 #idk what the office does #but i know she gets it done #s: winona drakes #first photo horrible quality thanks tumblr #is there a tag for this?#the simblr office

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governmentmandatedryujinstan420 · 6 months

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letting this breach containment.

#hand jumper #juni chang #ishaan cha #do people even use his first name or is he relegated officer cha for now and forever #the way i forgot i had tumblr #THE WAY I FORGOT I HAD HJ MEMES ON MY COMPUTER.#THE WAY THE SAYEON BIRTHDAY POST WAS NEVER POSTED ON HER BIRTHDAY.#well on discord yeah but now the joke is lost.#still debating on making this a meme acc or a hj rambling acc #if you have any constructive criticism #questions or just wanna make sure i'm alive just ask me ig #the masses aren't ready yet for these two i'm afraid #me neither tho tbh #s2 is gonna kick my ass if ishaan finally gets his 1/16th of internal monologue #give him the instructor sang treatment and i WILL explode #sayeon shitpost next ig i'm so mad at myself now actually #but their queerplatonic situationship bewitched me #or their situationship swag whatever floats your boat i don't discriminate #also if anyone understands what ishaan's handle means i will give you a hug i was giggling making it #if no one gets it my lame ass will cry

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m1d-45 · 3 months

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Before I drop the actual ask I just wanna say if you had happened to sell your soul to like the devil or something to be able to write the way that you do (I wouldn’t be surprised, your bird!xiao stuff has me bawling my eyes out) then I would totally give you mine out of gratitude for producing such lovely works. Thank you for those!!

Anyways you can ignore this if it makes no sense or you simply don’t want to bother but I have an idea that I’d like you to consider that might be of some interest; I spent my 3am reading through the Shining Nikki Saga tag and it got me thinking about a creator from other similar games/medias. One that has been plaguing my thoughts in particular is a creator- especially Impostor!au- who’s from Honkai Impact 3rd.

A creator who’s a Herrscher, or maybe a Houkai beast or Pseudo-Herrscher the way that Benares is, or even just a standard Valkyrie.

But Just. A creator who isn’t helpless after their unfortunate isekai. They pull up in Teyvat, get attacked by the forces of whichever nation they land in, and their first reaction is “oh haha okay- TAKE THIS SUBSPACE LANCE DUMBASS‼️”

ohhh you understand

first off, i’m glad you liked what i’ve written! thank you very much for the compliment

secondly, that’s very interesting! warning that while i’ve dabbled in hi3, i never actually played it that much (not my style of gameplay). that being said the idea of being able to access those powers while you’re in an isekai has a lot of potential

(obligatory note that while the universes of hi3 and gi are connected, i will not be acknowledging this anywhere else in this post)

(note two: that would be interesting, though. fischl and fischl…)

in terms of hi3, my mind is going to the “kill them with kindness? WRONG, herrscher of the void 🌌🌌🌌🌌🌌” meme. this is all i have to offer.

lie. from my limited knowledge i remember a unit who’s abilities centered around painting- dude, the mech suits? good luck killing me when i am a literal transformer. swords don’t do shit against 4tons of steel.

in terms of other various medias, my mind goes to, as always, minecraft. isekai!creator with creative mode. ender pearls for quick getaways, invisibility potions, potions for speed and fire resistance (which will come in handy should they start to pull out witch trial pyres), flying if they’re in creative mode, fireworks and elytras..… honestly, depending how much of the base media you want to pull over into genshin, pretty much any other media would work. i’m also thinking of demon slayer (for the sole reason it has been discussed on this blog prior) and specifically giyu’s “dead calm” breathing, but any of the others will do. depends on the media and a bunch of semantics about lore, but i’m not going to get into that.

redirecting back to mhy games strictly because of star rail (was that out when i first got this ask? god knows but it’s here now), specifically ratio’s burst. imagine being a hunter, seeing a Suspicious Person about, and in response they simply. construct a building of stone and steel out of nowhere, sending it crashing down in front of your platoon. nobody’s hurt, thankfully, but the earthquake echoes.

#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [sweethearts]#no deals with the devil here officer just autism (kicking away the ‘dust’ arranged suspiciously on the floor$#i have one (1) template for recieving nice asks on here can you tell #guy who only thinks about his ocs: getting a lot of oc vibes from this #I FORGOT I HAD THIS ASJ WHAT THE FUCK #HUH?#ad4k moment #anon i am SO SORRY GODDAMN #who allowed me to make a tumblr acct this is why i never have a presence online

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technofinch · 4 months

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Guys what are skills i have that i can put on my resume

#i can uh. sweep. spray pesticide. follow directions. get stupid anxious and not talk to anybody for hours. hide in the dark and go on tumblr #idk what else #use microsoft office? drive? i don't even have my cdl cca OR pesticide appliator's license tho :/#i dont Do anything and i need employers to understand that and give me lots of money for it

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cienie-isengardu · 1 year

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I see a lot in fics this portrayal of stormtroopers/501st as being intensely loyal to Vader, sometimes even over the Empire. Is that really true in canon/Legends? I know Lords of the Sith referenced this, but otherwise I haven't read enough of the EU to confirm how much of this is just fanon. I'm assuming you know bc of your Vader's Men tag lol

The intensive stormtrooper training is conditioning people to be loyal to Empire and so obedience to Vader, as the one of highest imperial commanders is a natural order of the things but yes, there are stories and tie-in materials that strongly suggest or outright says that certain stormtroopers and imperial officers in fact admire Darth Vader and their loyalty run beyond the usual level of allegiance required from imperial soldiers. So no, this portrait in fanwork is not solely invention of fans as it has a solid ground in source materials although it should be taken into account that:

a) the level of personal loyalty will vary from one character to another

b) there are not many stories in which imperial soldiers are forced to choose between Vader and the Emperor so it is really hard to predict if those people are in fact more loyal to Vader as a person than to the Empire(Palpatine) as a whole. When it comes to imperial army, in most cases Vader and the Empire/Palpatine are seen as inseparable as Vader is the epitome of loyalty to Empire to most Imperials (which makes sense, as Vader usually rely on bounty hunters or his vast different sort of agents if his personal goals are against Palpatine’s will and the discretion is needed. Otherwise he is commanding troopers to kill/destroy whoever incur his anger and then deals with his master’s displeasure).

The second point is especially vital in regard to imperials like admiral Piett that in general is acknowledged in sources as one of officers that Vader truly respects but through the decades Firmus sadly didn’t get that much focus as character to give us absolute certainty of his allegiance beyond the general idea of “serving the Empire”. Which makes it hard to make an objective analysis if Piett was forced to choose, would he betray the Empire out of loyalty to Vader or not. A scenario that has been a common thing in fanwork for years. Which is why I’m bringing Piett to illustrate that fans’ interpretation of imperial characters and their loyalty to Vader may be exaggerated beyond what sources provided. Which doesn’t necessarily mean it is a wrong assumption but rather that focus of tie-in materials is pretty much limited when it comes to Imperials, especially those of Old Trilogy or stormtroopers in general.

At the same time, Vader was introduced from the start as someone that has a better working relationship with common troopers and the imperial officers serving directly under him than with high-ranking Imperials. There is no need to look further than A New Hope to see the difference between how the Sith Lord acts around his men and Admiral Motti (or later in The Empire Strikes Back, how he treats Admiral Ozzel or Captain Needa). It shows up in his speech patterns, like “There'll be no one to stop us this time” or “We’ll have to destroy them ship to ship” when he is talking to his men (as he is including himself and his men in the “us/we”) but it is for sure a me vs you talk with Motti during a meeting on Death Star. When questioned by Commander Daine Jir* Vader is willing to explain himself and shows zero anger at the man for not obeying at once

while having no second thought about force-choking admiral Motti. Through the Original Trilogy, Vader did not threaten common imperial troopers but he did not have any reservations about killing the officers if they failed him. What is even more important, Vader is one of few high-ranking imperials that takes an active part in widely understood “warzone”, be it the search of stolen Death Star’s plans or taking part in space battle to protect the imperial station or taking over rebel Echo Base on Hoth - and tie-in material even claims that Vader flying his own fighter into battle(s) incurs the wrath of high officers,which implies the Dark Lord of the Sith’s active part during fight breaks imperial norms.

This is the ground on which I believe was built the idea that stormtroopers may feel a great respect and even personal loyalty for Vader - and to be honest, from the perspective of common soldiers it makes perfect sense. Vader is the right-hand man of Emperor Palpatine, a man that wields a mystic power and runs the Empire and who for sure does not need to risk his life on the battlefield yet he is marching alongside stormtroopers into one battle after another, sometimes even saving said troopers in the process (x)(x)(x) while most high-ranking officers (especially those presented in the Old Trilogy) usually stay behind in the safety while soldiers die fighting. Also, quite often the sources provided examples in which Vader on purpose does not involve troopers accompanying him into fights as he prefers to face dangerous and personal foes/tasks alone (x)(x)(x)(x)("Go," Vader said to them. "The ship is lost." Most of them nodded, turned, and headed off immediately, but three of the stormtroopers remained. "Sir, we should accompany you to an escape pod." "Unnecessary," Vader said. "I'll find my own way. Now go. That's my order.", Lords or the Sith) which I suspect is another habit of Vader that common stormtroopers may interpret as specific sign of their commander’s care for their well-being - is it truth or not is up to debate of course, but whatever the reasoning, it really looks like Vader did not endanger the lives of soldiers unnecessarily and even could kill an officer that ordered the troops into an unwinnable scenario. Or like Ozzel did, lost the element of surprise for imperial invasion.

And really, the image of Vader leading troops or being surrounded by stormtroopers is one of the most common things in the Star Wars franchise that is included in films, comics, books, games and other tie-in materials. Considering what a powerhouse Vader is on his own, it is easy to imagine how his presence on battlefront raises morale of imperial soldiers or why it means so much to stormtroopers to know the Dark Lord of the Sith is there with them on battlefront.

Another thing that adds a lot to common troopers’ perception of the Dark Lord is that Vader does not care for people’s place of origin, family or political connections or even species. Through the sources Vader favors skills, competence and loyalty above anything else. Which means that people born in Outer Rims or people for whatever reason not meeting the specific standards set by the military/political elite can easily get promoted under Vader’s wings if they prove themselves - be it on battlefront or thinking outside the box (x followed by x). And this especially was visible in older sources, when aliens, women and droids were part of a wide range of Vader’s agents despite the bias toward those groups within the Empire. So working with Vader often resulted with many benefits in the long run for those who managed to impress the Dark Lord. What is very important, as many promising troopers and officers that normally would be hold back by lack of proper connection or birthplace were hand-picked personally by the Dark Lord of the Sith, either for his 501st Legion or for general benefit of the Empire - what for many “lowly cogs in the imperial machine” literally means new possibilities opened up solely thanks to Vader and this probably adds a lot of weight to their personal loyalty. Serving under Vader could bring a person a chance for fast promotion (general Veers is the best example) but also provide protection (x)(x) or access to the best medical help even when said person couldn’t anymore serve the Dark Lord, as happened with Erv Lekauf:

Vader’s suit could withstand nearly every assault. But Lekauf, a man trained to react without pausing to debate, flung himself in front of him and took the brunt of the flame. He fell, gasping, as the clones closed in on the Dark Jedi and Vader burst apart their Force shields with pure focused rage. [A Two-Edged Sword]

and

“My granddad thought the world of him. When he got badly burned on a mission and had to be discharged from the Imperial Army, Lord Vader made sure he was taken care of for the rest of his life. Whatever some people say about Vader, monsters don't look out for lieutenants." [Legacy of the Force: Sacrifice]

As I mentioned before, a great number of people serving Vader were hand-picked personally by the Dark Lord of the Sith which includes his own 501st Legion - and that for sure increases the reason for personal loyalty of said soldiers.

Members of the 501st are hand-picked by Lord Darth Vader from within the stormtrooper units. Battlefield promotions are awarded to those who earn his respect [The Imperial Handbook].

Worse, walking into a local garrison or fleet anchorage meant taking whatever they had available, whether good and competent or lazy and useless. Picking out random stormtroopers was an even shakier proposition these days, given Vader’s habit of periodically combing through the ranks and transferring all the best and brightest into his personal 501st Legion. [Choices of one]

When Lieutenant Daine Jir first spoke out against one of Darth Vader’s suggestions, murmurs of “dead man walking” immediately followed. But instead of choking the life out of the Imperial officer, Vader promoted him to the rank of commander.

Jir was one of few officers, along with Admiral Piett and Captain Janus Bonn, to earn Vader’s respect. The Dark Lord appreciated Jir’s brutal honesty, in contrast to the manipulative rhetoric of most Imperial lackeys. Jir, a competent and ruthless member of the 501st stormtrooper legion [...]

The New Canon also seems to follow this special bond that Vader has with some stormtroopers, as could be seen with sergeant Kreel (x) who was even gifted the Jedi lightsaber by the Dark Lord (though so far Kreel is also loyal to Palpatine… who has like zero idea or care who the stormtrooper is).

So to answer your question, yes, there are plenty of stormtroopers (or in general imperials) who greatly respect Darth Vader and in some cases this respect runs as deep as personal loyalty toward the Dark Lord of the Sith. And this specific bond between Vader and troopers can be traced through various source material, like:

For reasons that went beyond the armor and helmets, the imaging systems and boots, Vader felt more at home among the troopers than he did around other flesh-and-bloods.

And Appo and the rest of Vader's cadre of stormtroopers seemed to be at ease with their new superior. To them it was only reasonable that Vader wore a bodysuit and armor. Some had always wondered why the Jedi left themselves exposed, as if they had had something to prove by it. [Dark Lord: The Rise of Darth Vader by James Luceno]

After Anakin Skywalker turned to the dark side, his 501st Legion clone troopers remained loyal to him. For their brutality and efficiency, they became known as “Vader’s fist”.

(And no, this has nothing to do with the chip-in-brain nonsense of TCW/New Canon)

(and here a fun fact! The Anakin/Vader's personal stormtrooper legion is named after fan organization 501st Legion that was introduced into canon thanks to Timothy Zahn and Lucasfilm, as a nod to fans and their great hand-made costumes and charity work! Which adds another layer why 501st Legion is always seen as the elite between elites and so important part of Anakin/Vader's legacy)

As the shuttle descended through Hockaleg’s atmosphere, Vader said, “I am curious about the details of your demotion.”

“It’s all on record, sir,” the trooper said, angling the shuttle toward the spaceport.

“I would prefer to hear it from you.”

“Permission to speak freely, sir?”

“Granted.”

The trooper cleared his throat.

“You are aware I’m a clone, sir?”

“Yes.”

“Well, twenty years ago, after Shadow Squadron was disbanded, I had a new commanding officer-a non-clone. When he ordered me to kill my gunner - who had been wounded in combat, but not mortally - I refused. And when my commanding officer tried to shoot me for refusing, I broke his jaw. I spent a year in solitary.”

Vader considered the details, then said, “What happened to the injured clone?”

“He recovered, although he was killed several months later during a bombing run.”

“Do you regret your actions?”

“No. sir. Everybody dies. I’m just glad I helped a friend live a bit longer.”

As the spaceport came into view, Vader said, “If you were to serve under my command, would you ever disobey an order?”

“Yes, sir, but only if it helped you live longer.”

Vader was stunned by the aged clone’s words and the implication that he might disobey one of his orders…or that he might consider the Sith Lord a friend. Before he could ask the clone for an explanation, the clone tested the comm and received a loud burst of static. [Vader Adrift]

or mentioned Erv Lerkauf

The assassins paused for a frantic reload.

“Lord Vader…” said Lekauf, but he was pinned flat by the Force, arms flailing.

“Stay down,” snapped Vader. […]

One man dropped instantly without his intervention. Vader lunged forward and sliced through two more, left-right. The fourth lost his arm and blaster in the same slicing movement and dropped to his knees, utterly silent, mouth open wide in frozen agony as he stared at the seared stump. Vader brought the lightsaber down across his neck. The hangar was silent now except for the sound of his own breath. He looked down at the back of the one man he hadn’t killed. The black tunic was still smoking a little.

“Fine shot, Lekauf,” said Vader. He released his Force pressure. “I told you to stay down.”

Lekauf got to his knees and holstered his blaster. “I never rose, my lord. I can fire from a prone position, though, and you made no mention of that.”

Lekauf stood up and went to him as if to check him for injury. It suddenly struck Vader that he was solid and a good height. And he was loyal enough to step in the line of fire, and then-defy him to cover his back.

Good man. At least one possible template, then. [In his Image]

and

""Me, too." Jacen found he enjoyed the company of 967. They all had the corporal's general optimism. "How long have you been in the army?"

"Since I graduated, sir. Four years."

"What made you sign up?"

Lekauf smiled, almost embarrassed. "My grandfather served under your grandfather in the Imperial Army, sir. He always talked about how Lord Vader put himself in the front line. Meant a lot to him, that did."

Jacen patted Lekauf's shoulder. It was humbling to see how loyalty could last generations. Whatever sins Anakin Skywalker had committed as Vader, there were still those who recognized his qualities as an inspirational commander. Jacen decided it might be safe to walk back in time and watch him again. [Legacy of the Force: Bloodlines]

or a nostalgia trip of retired stormtrooper:

Dark Lord told us it wasn’t our fault the Falcon got out from the Hoth blockade. Then he executed half the squad. But you could tell he was proud of us.

“Supreme confidence reigned in the heart of every crew member in this Imperial death squadron, especially among the personnel on the monstrous central Star Destroyer. But something also blazed within their souls. Fear - fear of merely the sound of the familiar heavy footsteps as they echoed through the enormous ship. Crew members dreaded these footfalls and shuddered whenever they were heard approaching, bringing their much feared, but much respected leader.” [The Empire Strikes Back]

I’ve heard that the regular officers hate him, but the Stormtrooper Corps almost worships him. [Lords of the Sith]

and

The Truest Duty by Christie Golden [From a Certain Point of View: The Empire Strikes Back]

And to be honest, this special stormtroopers’ admiration for Vader is not seen only in “serious” source material but also in humorous variations like Lego Star Wars Vader reading book to stormtroopers or Droid Tales episode 5, in which C-3PO and Lando distract stormtroopers with a tale about Darth Vader (and how the Lord of the Sith saved rebellion on Endor) and just look at the troopers happily listening about their boss.

So in general, fans may sometimes exaggerate the intensivity of stormtroopers or in general imperial soldiers' loyalty toward Vader but this specific bond between Dark Lord of the Sith and common soldiers is grounded deeply in star wars lore.

#star wars #darth vader #vader and stormtroopers #vader's men #my replies #sorry for not providing all source names and going with what i already posted on my tumblr #right now i'm visiting sister so i'm cut from my source material collection #sadly tie in materials doesn't focus much on common troopers #and even piett gets little proper focus beside TESB moments #veers on another hand is so die-hard fan of vader :D :D #but seriously just imagine you are just a stormtrooper and the one high ranking imperial that shows up on battlefield is vader #who not only fight side to side with imperial soldiers but usually is the person leading attack and fighting in the first line ahead #of everyone #it is not hard to imagine why stormtroopers admired vader so much even if the man is a beast that may or may not kill you at some point #clone troopers especially in legends were fond of vader as their commanding officer and the respect was mutual #but i guess tcw likes to mess with stuff like that lol

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