#Shosanna Dreyfus imagine

[one-boring-person]

Hey! So I found your ask box so here's my request again : dieter hellstrom x Shoshanna, where they begin the relationship on a hate basis (I know I'm a very healthy person 😂 lol) so I don't know if this inspires you or not, if it doesn't, feel free to do whatever you like 😊 have a nice day/or night!

Thank you again!

I hope this is kinda what you had in mind, though I think I might've gotten a bit carried away😅

What Do You Want?

Major Dieter Hellstrom (Inglorious Basterds) x Shosanna Dreyfus/Emmanuelle Mimieux

Warnings: slight sexual themes but not much

Masterlist

Those ice blue eyes still hold her captive, still fill her with hatred, even as they bore into her with a new darkness. Their intensity and the piercing nature of the major's stare drives her backwards into the grimy wall behind her, his quietly commanding presence stifling in the cool winter air. Mentally, she tells herself it's the long leather overcoat that gives him this intimidating appearance, that his narrow figure underneath doesn't exude the same silent power, even though she can't help but wonder if it does.

The frigid azure of his eyes had been what Shosanna first took notice of when she met the Sturmbannführer Hellstrom, all those weeks ago when he'd called her down from the safety of her ladder. They had instantly made her uneasy, as disdainful of her as she is of him. "Mademoiselle Mimieux" he'd called her. Not Emmanuelle, as that idiot Zoller and his superior, the cruel Landa, had initially called her. The measure of detached respect, indifferent formality, had never left his tone when he spoke to her in the following weeks, something that only allowed her distaste for him to smoulder and grow. Neither had it left his blue eyes, Hellstrom's gaze almost always remaining impassive of her where others had instantly been overcome with that desire that so quickly comes to some men. It annoyed her that he could be so removed from the cruelty of his kind, that he could just ignore everything wrong with the people he served.

Somehow, that detachedness has now become the very opposite - a territorial coolness now resides in those icy depths.

Shosanna can smell the faint hint of cologne on Hellstrom's collar as he steps far past the boundaries of her personal, and then her intimate, space. It's sharp and biting, like him, not strong and overpowering, following the more subtle power he seems to exert. The light chemical reek of his hair gel also perpetuates the air around him, though it's far outplayed by the crisp, fresh smell of his uniform, which is pristine and meticulously pressed, as always. 

She keeps her gaze baleful, somewhat cautious but still portraying the usual dislike she makes sure to keep in every glance she sends his way. 

Ever since that first day, Hellstrom had appeared around the cinema multiple times, almost always on work duty. As Goebbels had eventually chosen her cinema as the venue for his latest detestable film, the security measures in place had to be inspected very often, to make sure nothing that needed attending to came up. Unfortunately, Colonel Landa had put Hellstrom to the job, meaning Shosanna has had to see the young major far more times than she'd like. He never spoke to her, not in French anyway. Any interrogative questions he had he'd ask in cruel, sinister-sounding English, never resorting to the language of the country he currently resides in; she'd often wondered if he could even speak it at all. This fact, on top of others, only increased her disgust of the man. Who is he to think he's above speaking the language of his current residence?

The major has always shown a certain hostility to Marcel (for obvious reasons, she knew, though would never understand), his lips turning into a scathing downturn any time he saw her lover with her. Annoyingly, however, Marcel had taken her close attention to the major's actions and whereabouts as a sign of attraction to the man, and so had grown increasingly absent. Shosanna had noticed Hellstrom watching an argument of theirs once, recently. It was the first time she saw his lips twitch into a smirk since that first meeting with Goebbels, when he'd given them all a sickly-sweet falsification of a smile. She had thought at the time that he simply enjoyed seeing her distressed.

That same gleam of sadistic amusement has crept into the frosty blue of his eyes now, his body crowding her against the wall even further. Glaring at him in badly concealed confusion and repulsion, Shosanna speaks for the first time since he found her in the alley behind the cinema.

"What do you want, Hellstrom? Why are you here?" She asks him in English, knowing her French is futile. She's long since stopped calling him major, unless around others.

Suddenly, those malicious lips twist into a horribly knowing leer. 

The expression is unnerving, catching Shosanna off-guard as he stares at her, the smirk not quite reaching his eyes yet. For a moment, she's convinced he's worked out her true identity.

"Emmanuelle, you and I both know what I want." She blinks as he speaks. 

So Major Dieter Hellstrom can, indeed, speak French. His voice is still as smooth and controlled as always, German accent only just biting at his fluid intonation, the sound somehow registering deep inside her.

Still, she regains her composure and lifts a single eyebrow.

"I don't believe I do." She replies haughtily.

Shock snaps through her as his large, pale hands suddenly slam into the wall beside her, caging her in. Eyes widening inadvertently, she looks up at him, fearful now, even as hatred courses through her. Another emotion brews inside her, but she tamps it down quickly; she cannot acknowledge that one, it's against all she stands for.

His breath, odourless and warm, blows lightly over her face as Hellstrom leans down close to her, the grin gone from his handsome face: yet another show of falsity.

"Don't play stupid." The major presses himself closer to her, body mere centimetres away from her as he lowers his head to her ear, "I want the same thing you do."

She struggles to keep her disgusted expression on her face as his hot breath ghosts over her ear, unable to stop herself from shuddering under his piercing gaze. 

Silently, she curses his observational skills, hating how perceptive he obviously is, yet another reason to despise him add-in itself to her long mental list. 

"What, you thought you could hide it? From your "lover"? Me? Yourself?" His tone is mocking, lips curling into a sneer again, "And here Landa said you were clever."

She wants to spit at him. Wants to spit and wipe that cruel smirk from his lips. But she can't bring herself to do so, so she settles for slapping him instead.

His pale skin colours slightly from where her hand has connected with his face, his face jerking to the side. As he slowly turns back to her, her blood goes cold. Those icy blue eyes are dark with fury now.

Quick as a flash, he has her chin in a harsh grip, fingers and thumb pressing hard into her flesh. Pulling her face close to him, he leans in, practically snarling as he speaks.

"Deny it all you want, Hure, but you know I'm right." Hellstrom growls to her, body rigid.

Quickly, he crushes his body against hers and smashes their lips together, holding her face in place as he kisses her, hard. It's with an almost bruising force that he presses her back into the wall, lips moving messily against hers, his free hand pinning her hands to the wall as she tries to fight him off. Disgust and rage fills her, until she finally realises something: a part of her is keeping her from making a real effort against this. If she really didn't want to kiss him, she'd fight back properly...but she's not…

The realisation makes her go slack in his grip, eyes wide. 

Hellstrom notices and pulls back, only enough to stare into her eyes, breathing heavily. Looking at him now, she feels herself battling inside, torn between two options. 

Finally, her primal urges win and a carnal strength takes over her. Shosanna leans in and kisses the major hard,arching his power as he kisses back, lips and teeth crashing together in a rough, messy mix, hands groping at each other, feeling over previously hostile bodies, which still remain wary of each other. The wall is hard and unforgiving behind her, and so is Hellstrom's body in front of her, his hips now pinning her in place as he kisses her, licking at her lips. Desire and want floods her system, stronger than she'd ever felt it, taking over her very sense, moans and sighs accompanying his grunts and groans as they move together roughly, tension building between them.

"Emmanuelle?" Marcel's voice interrupts her impassioned thoughts, drawing her from the violently pleasant sensations of the major, who pulls back abruptly. 

Separating, the two turn to look down the alley, towards the lone figure at the end, who looks rightfully downcast, shocked and horrified at what he's likely experienced.

Guilt floods Shosanna at the sight of him, but the cruel smirk that creeps onto Hellstrom's lips once more only stirs up a stronger need for the intoxicating man. She can only watch helplessly as he adjusts his clothes and strides down the alley towards Marcel, clearly giving him a knowing look as he passes, shooting Shosanna one last glance before he disappears. 

It's a glance that promises more.

[imaginesbymk]

[x] NON REQUESTED

SHOSANNA works like a zombie until she hears the familiar footsteps entering the doors. From there, she would triple check to see if the films were ready in place and if you were comfortable in your seats. The woman never smiled so much unless you were there.

One day she’ll be working outside her cinema, rearranging or cleaning the signs on top. Shosanna will see you either strolling past her or stopping right at the foot of the ladder, smiling up at her.

You were a regular, so she recognizes you by now. The movie wasn’t going to premiere until the following night, but you stop by during the day, not that she didn’t want that. Shosanna climbs down, holding her bucket in her hand.

“Bonjour,” you greet her. “You need some help?”

[inglourious-imagines]

A Thing Going On (Lt. Aldo Raine - Inglourious Basterds)

Requested by: @what-the--curtains

Summary: While waiting for Bridget von Hammersmark, the Basterds decide to play cards to pass the time.

Prompt: 34 - Can you two please get a room? & 35 - I have a name and it's not sweetheart.

Author's Note: This is something you haven't seen on my blog before. It's my first Inglourious Basterds imagine so if there are any fans, hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines @radiantcade @meteora-fc @kyra3155 @real-fans @not-john-watsons-blog @im-in-love-with-queen

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Y/N was laying on the only bed in the room playing with a knife, completely absorbed in her own thoughts. There was a big mission in front of them, the biggest one of them all, and she didn't have a good feeling about it. 

The knife blade glittered in the dim light of the lamp. Y/N put it down nonchalantly and slowly closed her eyes. She knew she needed to calm herself down. This was her job, a very important mission needed to be done, and there was no place for her feelings. She'd learnt to put them aside when required. 

Her gaze drifted off to their leader. Aldo was looking out of the window, his ocean eyes cold, empty but somehow sparkling as well. He was eager to jump right into that mission, get it done and end this whole goddamn war. 

"Let's play! I bet 5 bucks." Donny broke the silence while throwing a pack of cards on the dusty table.

"Alright, let's fucking do it!" Aldo surprised everyone by actually agreeing to gamble a bit. Utivich with Wicki just chuckled but sat down behind the table.

"C'mon! Let's have some fun, sweetheart." Aldo winked at Y/N, throwing some money in the middle of the table and gesturing for her to come and sit down with them.

"I have a name and it's not fucking sweetheart." she frowned at the nickname but joined the Basterds in their game anyway.

"Ready to lose, Lieutenant?" Y/N changed her attitude suddenly and grinned at Aldo.

"As long as I lose to ya, it ain't a problem for me."

"Glad to hear that, Lieutenant, 'cause I'm gonna win everything you have and then some more."

"I like that idea, Y/L/N." Aldo laughed while blowing out a cigarette smoke.

"Goddamn it, can you to get a freakin' room?" Donny frowned shuffling his cards, "we aren't interested in... whatever the hell you guys have going on."

Y/N chuckled and placed 10 bucks on the table, "Don't play such a lady, Donnowitz and give out the cards. What is between me and Mr Raine here is none of your business."

Donny stopped in the middle of preparing the game.

Hugo stopped polishing his knife.

Archie stopped walking back and forth.

And Aldo's heart stopped for a moment.

"What," Donny started, "you actually have something going on?"

And that was the moment Y/N realised she messed up. Nothing happened between them and that was exactly the problem - she gave herself away.

"E-hm," Y/N stuttered not being able to look anybody in the eye, especially Aldo. "Just give me a minute. Start without me. The winner can keep the 10 bucks."

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The night was cold but clear and starry. Something Y/N loved watching back in America in Smoky Mountains where nothing was bothering her. A single tear rolled down her cheek but she didn't do anything about it.

Y/N missed home more than anything. She wished to be back, see her family and friends again. She'd been away for 2 years now, on the other side of the world in the middle of the biggest conflict the world has ever been in.

"I miss it too, ya know. The States, Smoky Mountains, everything." Y/N heard Aldo's voice behind her. She turned around and her Y/E/C eyes met his ocean ones.

"How do you know I was thinking abou it?" she almost whispered.

"Well, darlin'," Aldo smiled pulling her closer to him, "we got a thing goin' on, right?" 

[violentinblack]

I just wonder if IB tumblr blogs all understand that shipping a nazi character and a Jewish character is... a universal taboo across all forms of fiction that should never ever be encouraged or brought up. It's a line you don't fucking cross, no matter how chill with dark content you are, how much you differentiate fiction from reality and how many fucked up characters you like to explore.

It's fine to do all that. To explore different characters and different dynamics and make content and whatever your heart pleases... except advocating for something that an entire community of people already deemed incredibly harmful. Incredibly harmful.

I don't know if any of you listen when Jewish people criticize media that portrays them badly, or point out the tropes in fiction that cause real life twisting of their trauma, causing them harm; or when they just tell you not to do something that feels dehumanizing to them and their people and what they went through. I don't know if you listen when Jewish people all over social media repeatedly say that no, writing stories about them romantically involved with nazis is never fine, and never okay, and never goes without perpetuating harmful ideas because there are still people who claim the Holocaust never happened, that nazis were not that bad, that it's actually possible not to hate and fear someone who is fed on ideology that tells them you shouldn't exist. That portraying Jewish people in love with nazis is blind to that trauma and fear; there is never a sense of safety possible in such a relationship. No safety, no trust, no love, nothing except dread and fear and rage because one side will always be the one persecuted. The other will always have blood on their hands. To portray a Jewish character lacking all of those feelings - or leaving them behind, to fall in love with a nazi - immediately erases their heart, their self, their agency as a character.

Jewish characters are not a blank slate for you to project your love and interest for nazis on.

There's pretty much nothing in this world that justifies ignoring these things. All over social media have Jewish people already stated that it is no way alright to write about nazis and Jews being in love, no matter how fictional the story, how "both-sided" it is, how you mean no harm, none of that matters. It's dehumanizing, you can't understand the bitterness and rage and disgust. You can't even imagine it, I can't either, nobody can except the people living with intergenerational trauma of mass extinction of humans like Holocaust was.

This movie has prominent Jewish characters, the ones who are justifiably, overwhelmingly angry, and afraid, and vengeful, and human. Shosanna Dreyfus specifically is one of the most well-known canonically Jewish characters in cinema. This girl lived through worst horrors imaginable by twenty two years of age - her entire family murdered, the life in hiding under a false identity, the trauma that even Quentin Tarantino, her fucking creator, failed to completely and faithfully grasp. Shosanna is tactical, and brave, and smart and daring, but she's a human, a traumatized young human being who never got to live the life in freedom that she deserved because fucking nazis were everywhere around her. Seeing fans of this film eagerly pair her up with Zoller, a nazi from head to toe (or maybe even worse - Landa, Hellstrom) is stepping over a line that an entire community of people is repeatedly telling us non-Jews not to cross. Twisting her trauma, writing it as something she can leave behind if she "falls in love", portraying her as holding anything else except rightful disgust and hatred and fear towards nazis... all of it is perpetuation of harmful misconceptions, the ones that are used as talking points to minimize the overbearing trauma of Jewish people in real life. That they can "get over it", that they can love the ones who systematically killed them and want them dead, it's shameful. It's dehumanization. It's overstepping boundaries, it's crossing a line, and none of your fucking fictional pairings are worth it. None of them are worth the discomfort of any Jewish person in this tumblr community.

If you cannot appreciate these Jewish characters without pairing them up with nazi characters, it's best to just leave it. Don't approach them. And if you ignore the points that tons upon tons of Jewish people all over tumblr, instagram, twitter, tiktok and other social media have made regarding their portrayal in fiction, maybe you're not as harmless and as antifascist as you think.

[moderncolors]

My latest goal for this blog is to talk a little bit more about myself and my life. I know that sounds a little narcissistic but after asking for honest feedback about my blog, many people stated quite clearly that they would like to know more about me. Sooooo... In my first "getting to know me" post,  Meet the Blogger: Who is Quirky Bohemian Mama? I gave a nice little rundown about myself and  answered a few reader submitted questions that I collected on Facebook. After doing that post I had the desire to open up a little more and what better way to do that than by sharing my favorite movies? Super deep topic, I know. If bet you're assuming this list is going to be full of a bunch of cool artsy fartsy films about quirky  girls with weird haircuts. Nah. Here's what's crazy though:  Now that I've made my official favorite movies list - something I haven't done in years, I see now that there is something horribly wrong with me. It has become quite evident that I am really into psychotic men, violence, blood and drugs. What the heck??? I know right?! This turned out to be a self-discovery exercise with results that bother me a little bit. So here are my 10 favorite movies of all time, including my very own brief summary of what each movie is about and the actual official description from Google. Enjoy. This post is absolutely riddled with affiliate links.  ▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲▲ Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas A psychotic man and his psychotic attorney travel to Las Vegas. There are lots of drugs. Raoul Duke (Johnny Depp) and his attorney Dr. Gonzo (Benicio Del Toro) drive a red convertible across the Mojave desert to Las Vegas with a suitcase full of drugs to cover a motorcycle race. As their consumption of drugs increases at an alarming rate, the stoned duo trash their hotel room and fear legal repercussions. Duke begins to drive back to L.A., but after an odd run-in with a cop (Gary Busey), he returns to Sin City and continues his wild drug binge. Inglourious Basterds A group of psychotic American soldiers kill a lot of psychotic Nazis. There is a lot of violence. Like... "OMG eeew" kind of violence. It is the first year of Germany's occupation of France. Allied officer Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) assembles a team of Jewish soldiers to commit violent acts of retribution against the Nazis, including the taking of their scalps. He and his men join forces with Bridget von Hammersmark, a German actress and undercover agent, to bring down the leaders of the Third Reich. Their fates converge with theater owner Shosanna Dreyfus, who seeks to avenge the Nazis' execution of her family. The Science of Sleep A psychotic man confuses his dreams with reality. No violence, or drugs but there is a teeny weeny bit of blood... on a door. Soon after the death of his father, a distraught young man (Gael García Bernal) begins a job as a graphic designer, but has little chance to create. His intense dreams begin to overtake his waking life and he becomes increasingly caught up in flights of fancy. His hyperactive imagination then begins to interfere with his courtship of a pretty neighbor (Charlotte Gainsbourg). There Will Be Blood A psychotic oil tycoon ruins lives with his greed and kills a couple of people. There is blood... not as much as one would think given the title... but there is blood at the very end. Silver miner Daniel Plainview (Daniel Day-Lewis) leads a hardscrabble life with his son, H.W. (Dillon Freasier). When he hears about oil oozing from the ground near the Western town of Little Boston, Daniel takes his son on a mission to find their fortune. Daniel makes his lucky strike and becomes a self-made tycoon but, as his fortune grows, he deviates into moral bankruptcy. Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street A psychotic barber practices his murdering skills on innocent people. There is an absurd amount of blood. Oh, my gosh, there is a lot of blood. Evil Judge Turpin (Alan Rickman) lusts for the beautiful wife of a London barber (Johnny Depp) and transports him to Australia for a crime he did not commit. Returning after 15 years and calling himself Sweeney Todd, the now-mad man vows revenge, applying his razor to unlucky customers and shuttling the bodies down to Mrs. Lovett (Helena Bonham Carter), who uses them in her meat-pie shop. Though many fall to his blade, he will not be satisfied until he slits Turpin's throat. Hair Some psychotic hippies run around New York with the most boring man on the planet who's there to join the Army. Great musical numbers happen when they do drugs. In New York City for the first time while on his way to enlist in the U.S. Army during the Vietnam War, Oklahoma farm hand Claude Hooper Bukowski (John Savage) meets up with a freewheeling group of Central Park hippies led by the irrepressible George Berger (Treat Williams). When the unlikely friends meet upper-middle-class debutante Sheila Franklin (Beverly D'Angelo), sparks fly between the country boy and the city girl, and Berger's troupe attempts to keep the young lovers together. Buffalo '66 A psychotic man fresh out of prison kidnaps a girl and kind of starts to like her. There are no drugs but the movie is a bit of a trip. Convict Billy Brown (Vincent Gallo) dreads going home so much upon his release from prison that he tries to get back inside. In desperation, Billy kidnaps Layla (Christina Ricci) from a tap dancing class and pleads with her to impersonate his wife and to accompany him home to visit his parents, Janet (Anjelica Huston) and Jimmy (Ben Gazzara). To Billy's dismay, Layla takes to her role enthusiastically. She breaks through to obsessive Buffalo Bills football fan Janet and the hard-edged Jimmy. Gladiator A psychotic prince gets super jealous that his daddy loves another dude better than him.  There is soooooo much violence.... and blood. Commodus (Joaquin Phoenix) takes power and strips rank from Maximus (Russell Crowe), one of the favored generals of his predecessor and father, Emperor Marcus Aurelius, the great stoical philosopher. Maximus is then relegated to fighting to the death in the gladiator arenas. V for Vendetta  A psychotic man in a mask blows up a lot of stuff and kills a lot of people to save the future of his country. Violence? Why, yes! Yes there is! Following a world war, London is a police state occupied by a fascist government, and a vigilante known only as V (Hugo Weaving) uses terrorist tactics to fight the oppressors of the world in which he now lives. When V saves a young woman named Evey (Natalie Portman) from the secret police, he discovers an ally in his fight against England's oppressors. The Princess and the Frog Hm... Maybe I'm not so crazy after all! Hardworking and ambitious, Tiana (Anika Noni Rose) dreams of one day opening the finest restaurant in New Orleans. Her dream takes a slight detour when she meets Prince Naveen (Bruno Campos), who has been turned into an amphibian by evil Dr. Facilier. Mistaking her for a princess and hoping to break the spell, Naveen plants a kiss on poor Tiana -- thereby turning her into a frog as well. The pair hop along on an adventure through the bayous to seek the help of a powerful voodoo priestess. Have you seen any of these movies? Do you think I need some therapy? 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