#a legend that i never expected but am so grateful for
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description: in which leah williamson’s younger sister is in a two year relationship with alessia russo and has just won two gold medals at the world gymnastic championships
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alessia russo x female reader
disclaimer: I am in no way saying alessia russo is gay or bi-sexual this is all fiction
warnings: not much, slight language and a lil bit of sexual content
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y/n what a team, what a time - i love you all and see you soon!! ❤️
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username1: CONGRATULATIONS YOUR BEAM ROUTINE WAS MINDBLOWING 😭😘😘
teamgb: 2 golds, 3 silvers not too bad xoxo 🫡
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y/n: ❤️❤️
simonebiles: so proud! remember when you were just a little thing competing ! can hardly keep up with you now! 🩷
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y/n: I have been so grateful for all your support and coaching - even if i am team gb all the way! 😜😘
leahwilliamsonn: so so so so so proud of you, loved watching every second, you continuously make me proud little one !! ❤️😭
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y/n: ilysm sis ❤️
izzy.songhurst: GOWAN Y/N - SHES THE QUEEN OF THE BEAM AND THE FLOOR ROUTINE 🩷
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y/n: I EXPECT YOU TO FOLLOW SOON BRONZE THIS YEAR GOLD THE NEXT ❤️
alessiarusso99: I am so proud my baby <3
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y/n: You helped more than you will ever know my love xx
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ellatoone: 🤢🤢
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y/n: @joebunney come get your girl 🙄
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ellatoone: all gross love aside, well done our girl!! 😗
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y/n: 😊😗
maxwhitlock: Absolute legend, BRING ON Paris 😎😎
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y/n: 🇫🇷🇫🇷
username2: she was so good!!!! 😩😩
username3: She is SO pretty 🥺🥺
username4: WHY DID I NOT REALISE SHE WAS WITH ALESSIA??? 🤯🤯
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username5: THEY HAVE BEEN TOGETHER FOR TWO YEARS?!!!!!
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username6: and their instas are basically shrines to each other wtf????
katie_mccabe11: showin them all how it’s done! xx
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y/n: took lessons from u clearly xo
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bethmead_: nahhh got it from me 😌😊
caitlinfoord: that photo of us all in the caps tryna be inconspicuous omg 😭
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y/n: lesbians united ig??
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username7: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
britishgymnasticsofficial: ❤️❤️
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alessiarusso99 day in day out you have worked incredibly hard for this, never resting, never giving up. Words cannot express how proud I was seeing you receive those medals. I love you baby, well done amore mio xxx ❤️
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leahwilliamsonn: this is cute and also sickening …
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y/n: OI
username1: this IS the CUTEST THING 😭😭
username2: I NEED A RELATIONSHIP LIKE THIS NOW 😡😡
y/n: I love you so much baby! Thank you for being one of my biggest strengths! <3
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alessiarusso99: always xo
lucybronze: sickeningly cute! WELL DONE Y/N 🩷
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y/n: THANKS BESTIE 🩷
ellatoone: ew cooties
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y/n: ew ella toone
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alessiarusso99: behave you two!!
katie_mccabe: KISSING?? BEFORE MARRIAGE?
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jbeattie91: SHAMEFUL
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bethmead_: HOW DARE THEY!
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alessiarusso99: children… the lot of you 🙄
mbrighty04: loving this !! GO y/n!!
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y/n: 🥺😗
racheldaly3: LOVING YOU TWO!! 😩😩
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y/n: love you Rach!! 😘
viviannemiedema: WELL DONE BABY WILLIAMSON 🩷
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y/n: LOVE YOU TALL PERSON 🩷
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username3: I feel like less is out of her league…
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username4: Yeah i feel like She would be happier with someone else 🤷♀️🤷♀️
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ellatoone: We don’t.
arsenalwfc: We LOVE supportive girlfriends 😫💋
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username5: WE LOVE THE ARSENAL ADMIN
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y/n best thing about getting to rest?
Getting to join arsenal women training ofc 🥹 (oh and getting to yell at Katie cause J is cool like that :))
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username1: hahahah she was allowed to go to training 😭😭
katie_mccabe11: I DON’T understand I was ONSIDE !
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y/n: na never
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katie_mccabe11: i hate you sm
arsenalwfc: Loved having you! content incoming gooners…
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username2: AHHHHH
alessiarusso99: cannot believe my team didn’t win honestly 🙄
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y/n: Just because you kiss me doesn’t mean I will give the foul! 🤷♀️
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leahwilliamsonn: THATS MY GIRL - don’t give into seduction 😩😘
ellatoone: real question is … Did you take a shot?
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y/n: Nahhhh didn’t wanna embarrass the girlies too much
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bethmead_: yeah yeah, keep talking Williamson
caitlinfoord: Honestly best ref we have EVER had 🩷
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y/n: Love youuuuuu Foordy 🩷
username3: How ? Was ? She ? Allowed ? In ? Training ? 😭😭
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username4: Well, she’s Leah’s sister and Lessi’s gf so I suppose they all like her !
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username5: Suppose? The entire team LOVES her !
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The camera zooms back from the Arsenal badge to show Alessia, Katie and y/n sat at a table laughing and they all smile at the camera.
“Hi I’m Alessia Russo.” Katie begins, Alessia laughing as she shakes her head.
“I’m y/n Williamson.” Alessia adds, causing y/n to glare.
“And I’m Katie Mccabe.” y/n says, a mock Irish accent in her voice which causes Alessia to giggle.
“Oi!” Katie says, leaning over to try and smack the younger girl but Alessia’s sharp light slap to Katie’s hand stops her.
“Ha!” y/n grins as Katie hisses like an angered cat.
“That’s not fair! She’s got her guard dog with her.” Katie jokes at the camera as Alessia rolls her eyes but she smiles none the less.
“Anyway…” y/n begins dragging out the ‘y’. “Today we are doing...” y/n begins. "What are we doing?" She then asks, causing the spectators to laugh.
The spectators in question were, Leah, Beth and Vivianne, all of who were sat happily on the sofa, watching the three on camera.
"Who knows who best." Katie says, Alessia rolling her eyes playfully when she realises they have been tricked into a couple's challenge for the youtube.
It was no secret the fans loved Alessia and y/n together, consistently finding their relationship adorable and loving the small amounts of content they were sometimes given.
"So, both Less here and baby Williamson, have whiteboards and they will be asked questions by me, of course, and have to write the answer down." Katie explains.
y/n holds up her whiteboard excitedly, her eyes sparkling as she grinned at the camera, missing the way her blonde lover smiled softly at her, eyes filled with soft love.
"Then, whoever gets the most right, wins." Katie says, she then picks up a card. "Right, what are Russo's two preferred positions?" Katie asks.
"Easy!" y/n grins as she begins to scribble across the board, Alessia chuckling as she does the same.
They two turn their boards around, Alessia smiling proudly at her girlfriend when she sees they have the same initials.
"Well done baby!" Alessia grins and y/n's cheeks flush at the term of endearment even after all their time together.
"Aw look at her!" Katie teases, leaning over to pinch y/n's cheek between her fingers, however the sharp hit which stops her makes her pout. "Again?" Katie whines at her fellow teammate.
y/n however grins at her protector, leaning over to peck her cheek sweetly, before glaring at her sister who fake gagged in disgust at the show of affection.
"Okay, movin' on." Katie hums. "What is y/n's favourite apparatus?" She asks before scoffing. "Even I know that!" She adds.
y/n smiles as she quickly writes her answer, Alessia doing the same as they count down from 3 before flipping their boards 'floor' both bright against the white.
"I knew that!" Beth says excitedly and y/n grins at her.
"I've always loved it, and found it so fun." y/n explains.
"Scares me half to death." Alessia denies as she remembers all the times she had watched her girlfriend jump and flip too high for her liking.
"It's my job Less." y/n defends with a laugh.
As the game continues it is clear the two girls know each other very well, both of them getting the other's question continuously correct until it was neck and neck and the last question.
"What is y/n's favourite beam dismount?" Katie asks.
Alessia pauses, shock in her face as she realises she doesn't know. Leah's mouth drops at the fact her sister's girlfriend doesn't know this and y/n looks mildly amused as she writes down.
"I don't know." Alessia admits. "I have no clue." She adds and Katie gasps as y/n turns her board around. Showing the g-valued dismount in black ink.
"Double tuck back salto with full twist." y/n says simply.
"Because you can land it every time." Alessia realises with a groan covering her face with her hands as Katie names y/n the winner.
As filming wraps up and y/n helps the crew put their things away, two lanky arms wrap around her waist and pull her into a corridor she didn't recognise.
"Can't believe you didn't know my dismount." y/n teases. "I mean, I love you so much, and know everything about you, but you don't even know my famous dismount." y/n continues.
Alessia whines, her lanky body pressing to the front of her girlfriend's as she buries her head in her lover's neck, causing her to have to bend quite a bit.
"Stop." Alessia huffs. "Its so many words to remember." She adds as y/n shakes her head.
"Don't love me." She teases as Alessia shuts her up with a chaste yet deep kiss.
The blonde striker's hands tighten around her waist, pulling her closer as her fingertips seemingly bruise into y/n's body from the strength of her grip.
The blonde angles her head down and left, giving her a better angle to press herself against her lover, her tongue pushing against y/n's slowly opening mouth.
After a moment of tongues clashing, the kiss slows Alessia's hands sliding up to gently cup y/n's face before keeping their lips pressed softly together for a moment more.
"Still think I don't love you?" Alessia asks, pulling away slowly, her teeth pulling y/n's bottom lip with her slightly.
y/n cannot function for a moment, the deep kiss sucking all the oxygen from her head and ability to breath from her body, the only thing in her mind being the smell of her girlfriend's perfume.
"I think you should do that once more, just so I'm sure you do." y/n smiles after regaining her ability to speak.
"Gladly, amore mio." Alessia murmurs, before moving her head back down to kiss her lover once more. After what felt like seconds, the two still pressed deeply together a shout ran out.
"MY EYES!"
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alessiarusso99 she’s my favourite person idk <3
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caitlinfoord: KISSING? LIKE THIS? AT YOUR AGE ??
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y/n: count your days Bronzey
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y/n alexa play baby by Justin Bieber
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alessiarusso99: my love
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You're still the one..
A/n: This song is so Jake Seresin. And also i realised i messed the time's and date's so be aware of it🫣 This is for @ohtobeleah 's Galentines day!!
Warnings: Mention of pregnancy and giving birth and mostly fluff (minors please still dont interact)
Word count:3,8 K
February 17 2024. 01.34 am
Jake Seresin never thought he would settle.
Jake Seresin never thought he would come home to freshly baked dinner almost every night.
Jake Seresin never thought he would come home from deployment with pure joy.
Jake Seresin never thought he would be a dad.
Jake Seresin also never thought he would be a husband. A great one.
But here he was being the best of him for his family.
One night, with his wife peacefully laying beside him and their two beautiful babies sleeping soundly in their shared room,Jake Seresin couldn't help but reflect on how the story of their love had begun.
As he lay there, the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains illuminated the room, casting a gentle aura over the scene. The hushed sounds of nighttime surrounded them, creating a tranquil atmosphere that contrasted with the high-octane tales of Jake’s daring adventures.
His mind drifted back to the Hard Deck, where the neon lights and pulsating beats had set the stage for their first meeting. Jake couldn't shake the memory of that night – the electric connection, the shared laughter, and the undeniable chemistry that had sparked between them. Little did he know that the chance encounter in the bar would evolve into a love story that now filled their shared space with warmth and joy.
August 18 2018:
The Hard Deck pulsed with the kind of energy that seemed to defy gravity, much like the Jake Seresin himself. Bright lights painted the room in vivid hues, casting an electric but also soft glow over the animated crowd. You, just another face in the buzzing sea of people, found solace in the dimly lit corner of the bar.
And then, he swaggered in, a living legend in khaki uniform and aviator sunglasses Jake Seresin, the talk of the town. His sandy blond,sleek hair and the unmistakable cocky grin made your heart flutter unexpectedly. As if guided by some unseen force, he ended up at the bar right beside you.
The air crackled with unspoken tension, a silent dialogue of glances exchanged beneath the pulsating beats. Penny must have noticed the incident because she leaned over to your ear and whispered encouragingly for you to break the ice.
"Fly any cool jets lately?" you asked, your attempt at nonchalance betrayed by the slight quiver in your voice,it wasn't expected.
He shot you a smirk, a glint of mischief in his eyes, and the conversation took off like a supersonic jet. Jake's tales of high-flying adventures and near misses filled the air, weaving a spell that drew you into his orbit. The chaotic sounds of the bar faded away as you found yourself captivated by his world.
“Do you think they are having fun?” Phoenix asked Rooster while sipping her beer.
“Nah,i guess not”
But your and his laughter became the soundtrack of the night, shared stories creating a bridge between two strangers who felt strangely connected.
The Hard Deck, with its bright ambiance and heady atmosphere, became the backdrop to a love story written in stolen glances and genuine smiles.
In the heartbeat of that night, you realized that Jake Seresin was not just a daring pilot but a soul with whom you shared an undeniable connection. The clinking of glasses and the distant hum of conversations faded into the background, leaving only the vibrant chemistry that sparked between you and the real-life Hangman, as the Hard Deck transformed into the unexpected stage for the beginning of something extraordinary.
And both of you were grateful for Hard Deck and Penny that night.
October 10 2019:
Life with Jake was fun.
Life with Jake was an exhilarating journey, an adventure marked by laughter, spontaneity, and a touch of unpredictability. From the moment he entered your world, it was as if a burst of vibrant energy had been injected into the everyday routine, transforming the mundane into a thrilling escapade.
His infectious zest for life was like a magnetic force, pulling you into a whirlwind of excitement. Every day was an opportunity for new experiences, whether it was exploring uncharted places or simply finding joy in the ordinary. Jake's playful spirit infused even the simplest moments with a sense of fun and wonder.
Together, you navigated the ups and downs with a shared sense of humor that made challenges feel more like temporary detours than roadblocks. Life with Jake was a rollercoaster of laughter, a soundtrack of inside jokes and spontaneous adventures that left a trail of fond memories.
What made it even more special was Jake's ability to find joy in the little things. Whether it was a spontaneous road trip, a homemade dinner, or just a quiet evening at home, he had a knack for turning the ordinary into something extraordinary.
It was in those everyday moments that you discovered the true meaning of happiness – the joy of simply being with someone who knew how to make every moment count.
Life with Jake wasn't just fun; it was a celebration of love, friendship, and shared experiences. He taught you that life's journey is not just about reaching a destination but about savoring the joy of the ride. With Jake by your side, every day was an opportunity to embrace the thrill of the unknown, and you wouldn't have had it any other way.
Especially after little over a year, Jake knelt on one knee one morning as both of you were preparing breakfast. As you turned around in your seat to grab the toast, you saw him on just one knee, holding a blue velvet box, delicately opening it to reveal a slim, gold ring with a dainty not so big diamond in the center – a thoughtful choice you knew he had made, understanding how he moved in minimalist jewelry.
"I had a speech, and - aside from the fact that I have a lot of things to say about you but, I don't remember anything else now and more than that but look I'm madly in love with you. And ı can't think of a day where ı open my eyes and not see you or going to bed without you being the last person ı talk to and I just - Screw it, Y/N, I can't imagine a life without you in it, and just - marry me, please?"
His eyes were already shining before taking a deep breath, his lips trembling as he bitten his lower lip, his lips already pink, and there he was proposing in his black fitted shirt and in his red gingham pajama bottom.
You screamed, placing your hands over your heart, shaking your head as you cried, "Yes! Yes, oh my God, yes, hundred times yes!" Before you could even stand up, you found yourself throwing yourself to the floor, where he hugged you tightly.
Also, you remember that celebrating only with close friends and family in your home was very humble.
You didn't know too many people and you two didn't want a huge ceremony. So the backyard was the cutest place to get married.
As your bridesmaids Phoenix, Halo, and Penny took responsibility for decorating the backyard of your shared home with all the decors, illuminating the trees and walls.
The moment Jake saw you in the simple white wedding dress, it became a moment etched forever in everyone's mind who was present.
He was crouched, pulling you inside for a hug before closing his open mouth in disbelief; you were also laughing shyly as you pulled him to yourself.
He wore a white suit, with pink embroidered flowers on the sides resembling the headpiece you wore.
Polaroids were taken, all the photos were captured on film, making everything about the night,everyone was having the time of their lives.
Whole dagger squad was there and they were the life and the soul of the party.
Jake’s sisters,his family and your siblings and family were there.
Even admiral Beau came. Maverick brought him; he also brought Ice.
The night was more fun, more enchanting and more emotional than anyone expected.
“They said, "I bet they'll never make it"
But just look at us holding on
We're still together, still going strong..”
January 30 2020:
Three years ago, on January 30, you remember telling Jake that you were pregnant. Technically, you screamed it out.
Both of you decided to attend Shania Twain’s show at Madison Square Garden, given your shared admiration for her.
He just came from a 4 week deployment and you knew he needed a break, especially during tense times.
So you planned a trip to New York because he loved there but honestly who doesn't love New York?
But something happened almost before 5 days before the trip.
You got sick. It all started with a lack of appetite, and then suddenly, you felt like eating everything and anything. You blamed hormones until morning sickness kicked in.
If there was one thing you absolutely hated, it was nausea. You remember waking up shaking and retching, your body still feeling the need to rush to the toilet despite not having eaten anything that morning.
For the first three days of these incidents, you were alone. Jake was about to return from the deployment.
Not wanting to disturb him and worry him, you didn't tell him anything.
Whenever he asked why you looked unwell, you simply told him it was just nausea and nothing serious.
One day after Jake went out with Bradley, you remember calling your best friend,Phoenix, asking her to bring you a pregnancy test, choosing to avoid any tabloid talk.
Your heart was pounding, legs bouncing,palms sweaty, and nausea had already begun when you followed the instructions, waiting anxiously.
And then it happened; a scream of disbelief, one hand covering your mouth while the other tightly held the test - you were pregnant.
You remember Jake loving many things, many people, and many abstract ideas like love. You knew he loved babies and kids, often talking about them with you, mentioning seeing you both building a family.
So, after visiting the obstetrician and learning you were five weeks pregnant, you were dazed and excited to tell Jake but decided to do it in a different setting.
Four days after your visit, you and Jake were at Madison Square Garden singing along with Shania Twain.
You stood in front of Jake, leaning your back against him, his arms wrapped around your waist, your hands holding onto his arms, both of you swaying to “You’re still the one’ " while his chin rested on your shoulder.
When you moved slightly to look at him, Jake gazed back at you while singing.
“You're still the one I run to
The one that I belong to
You're still the one I want for life
You're still the one that I love
The only one I dream of
You're still the one I kiss goodnight..”
He kissed your lips and lightly tapped your forehead. Slowly pulling back, he smiled at you.
And then you said it.
"I'm pregnant."
His eyebrows shot up, leaning closer, "I can't hear you!"
You grinned, turning in his arms, "I'm pregnant! Five weeks pregnant!"
His world stopped, mouth forming an 'O' shape as his eyes widened,
"Y/N, are you kidding?!"
With a surprised smile, he asked, lips stretching into a grin, "My love, are you for real?" he asked.
Nodding with joy, you brought his hand from his cheek to your stomach, saying, "You're going to be a dad!"
His breakdown, tears streaming down, biting his lip as he threw his head back, red-nosed,his adam apple bobbing and crying with veins visible on his forehead, hugging you before crying into your shoulder – the only thing he needed to cry into before crying to your shoulder.
His eyes were teary as he held you, feeling him pulling back to rest his forehead against yours, moving his hands to the sides of your neck, "I love you. I love you so much," pulling you back into a hug, one hand moving towards the back of your head, the other on your back, and bringing you closer.
The 9 month pregnancy was smooth and emotional.
The 9 months of your pregnancy were painful, but there wasn't much else to feel aside from your love for Jake's incredible support and assistance and your admiration for your daughter, Emma Seresin.
Since the moment Emma came into the world, you knew she had wrapped her tiny finger around Jake's.
Your daughter was a bond between both of you, but you took pride in her character and personality at such a young age.
When Emma turned 3, you felt proud of how you and Jake could chat with her, even if it was about Jake’s job or hard topics like that and you loved every moment of him talking about how much Emma loved strawberry chapstick or how her nail color was important for her.
On a day when a familiar nausea and change in appetite reminded you of a late period, one question lingered in your mind.
So, over a meal, you brought it up to your husband, who was struggling to eat with your daughter in his lap.
Long story short, you were pregnant – again.
June 26 2023:
You, your husband, and your daughter were sitting in your backyard, allowing Emma to get some vitamin D. While you were writing in your journal, both of you were on the swings, and Emma was playing with her toys and running around, Jake was reading a book beside you.
‘’Mommy?’’
"Yes, sweetheart?"
She ran towards you, putting both of her hands on her knees before looking at your eight-month-pregnant belly and grinning, "What's in there?"
Jake chuckled, putting his book aside to pay closer attention.
"Your baby sibling is in there," you smiled at her.
"But how? Can I sit in there too?"
You and Jake chuckled at her question. "You used to sit in there, darling. But then, you were born three years ago."
Emma frowned, looking at you. "I want to go back in."
You looked at Jake, silently asking for his help.
Before lifting her into your lap, he leaned forward, hands wrapping around her underarms. "But your sibling won't have enough space then."
"I don't care," she whined, crossing her arms and looking down while talking, her lips quivering.
"Your sibling needs all the space to grow up and play with you. Don't you want that?" You asked gently, one hand on your knee.
"But he'll take my toys."
"You can share all your toys with him, sweetheart. He'll share his toys with you too." You chuckled, fearing she wouldn't like her sibling. It was something neither you nor Jake was ready for.
"But, but, you and dad will buy more toys for him.I don't want him." She said with a whimper, arms crossed and looking down, her lips trembling.
You and Jake shared a look before turning back to your three-year-old.
"Emma," Jake gently called her name, looking at her without lowering his gaze, "Sweetie, look at me, please." Emma slowly looked at Jake, allowing both of you to see her teary eyes. "You know Mommy and Daddy love you, and we'll always love you, right?"
You reassured her, saying, 'We love you very much, baby, and nothing will change that,'" you said, placing one hand on your knee, "We're excited for your sibling to meet you. He loves you too."
"Didn't you get excited the other day to show him your room?" Jake asked, rubbing her back gently.
"Yes," she murmured.
"You have so much to show and teach him. You can be his first best friend. Isn't that nice?"
As if understanding what was said, Emma slowly nodded her head.
"We love you, sweetheart. Forever," Jake said, leaning to give her a kiss on the forehead.
Emma turned to her father, crossing her arms and raising two fingers, one for you and one for Jake, "Promise?"
As if your hearts melted right there, you would cry as you locked your pinky finger with hers, watching Jake do the same.
"We promise."
But nobody warned you about the hell you'd go through when your daughter started to envy Calvin.
The day Emma entered the hospital room, holding hands with Javy, and looked at you lying in the hospital bed next to Calvin, making baby sounds as he moved his arms and legs,his eyes wide open, you knew it was somehow going good.
She seemed very welcoming.
Jake sat on the other side of his son, playing with your hair as a non-verbal way to thank you and comfort you after the pain you went through. His lips were fixed in a smile; his heart was pounding with happiness at the addition of the new healthy family members.
Emma looked at her parents, unable to see the middle sibling. She was overwhelmed because she knew she would meet her brother.
"Hello, sweetheart!" Jake grinned at her, bending slightly and opening his arms. Before kissing her cheek, he hugged her tightly as he carried her to sit on his hip, watching her eyes immediately shift to the newborn baby.
"Meet Calvin, buddy." Tired but with a smile on your face, you spoke, hoping she would take the change lightly.
Well, at least you hoped so.
But as Emma threw herself onto Jake, burying her head on his shoulder, crying, it was expected.
Javy and his wife didn't know how to help. Just like Bradley and Natasha.
"Hey, hey, what's the problem?" Jake asked, rubbing her back as she cried.
"I don't like him," Emma said, dragging him, her arms wrapped around Jake's neck.
You both know she wasn't a kid like this and it surprised you both.
Your heart broke, and Jake's smile faded as if triggered by the screams of your daughter, Calvin started crying too. You sat down, gently picking him up into your arms, placing him against your chest, soothing him, and supporting the back of his head as you pleaded for almost everything to be done by him.
Until Jake locked onto Emma after realizing she was causing the crying. He got out of the small room and stopped in the corridor, holding her, bouncing softly to calm her down.
"Come on, baby, please calm down," he said with a sigh, "Why don't you like Calvin?" he muttered, rubbing her back.
Emma sniffled, pulled back, but while keeping her father's head down, she moved her hand to touch Jake's necklace - the one you and Emma gave him on Father's Day, "Because-because-because he's little and needs more attention, and you won’t love me anymore.."
Jake sat in a chair, still holding his daughter in the same way. "What makes you think that?"
"He will have more love because he's little and needs more attention."
Jake took a deep breath and let the words drown him. While it was true that the little one needed necessary and more attention, he didn't know how to explain to the older one that it wasn't the case.
"When you were a little baby," he started, looking at her, "Mommy and Daddy were everywhere with you. You wanted your parents,us, with you all the time. You cried when we were asleep, spit up too much on us," Jake chuckled to himself, remembering those moments and realizing how everything felt like just yesterday, "You always wanted your mommy and daddy with you. And we never left you," he finished, "So, what makes you think we'd leave you now, sweetheart?"
Emma didn't respond.
"Your brother can't talk yet. He can't say when he's hurt, he doesn't even know the taste of your favorite blueberry pancakes. And we have to make sure he does all these things just like you. But the thing is," Jake leaned to whisper in her ear as if sharing a secret, "Mommy and Daddy can't do it alone. We can't do it without you."
Emma slowly looked at Jake, her face with furrowed eyebrows.
"We promised, sweetheart. We promised to love you forever. Have we ever broken a promise?" He watched her nod, "And we won't. So what do you say? Can you give your brother a chance? Actually, he's quite funny." Jake smiled at her.
"Is he funnier than you?" She asked.
Jake laughed, "Much funnier! You just have to look closely."
Emma giggled quietly.
"Mommy is so excited for you to meet Calvin, do you know that? She was telling me about all the numbers you can teach him, all the pictures you two will take. And what he'll get you for Christmas."
"Can he get me a book about stars? With pictures?" She asked excitedly.
Jake grinned, filled her face with kisses, and heard her giggle, knowing it was one of his favorite sounds, "Tell him."
When Jake stopped, Emma sighed, lowering her shoulder, "Okay, Daddy. I'll say to him.."
"Thank you." He smiled gratefully, "Shall we go back?"
When your husband hugged your daughter and walked in with her in his arms, you couldn't know what to expect until you saw your them
Shy and embarrassed Emma, after sharing a glance with Javy,and hugged Jake after returning to her place.
Calvin had also returned to his place, and silence had returned.
Emma looked at him again, finally noticing how small his hands were, and got curious. Reluctantly, she leaned down a bit with the intention of poking his hand.
But the moment she touched him, it was the moment Calvin wrapped his fingers around hers, making her smile.
"He's holding my finger!" She squealed with delight, "You were right, Daddy. He is funny."
"Yes, you just need to get to know him a bit more," Jake said, bending down and kissing Calvin’s hand before looking at you and whispering an ‘’ı love you so much’’
He was happy that you were still the one to love.
02.05 am February 17:
There was a tired smile formed on his face after he thought about memories.
Beside him, his wife, you stirred in your sleep, a serene expression on your face.
That made him realize how late it was.
Jake turned to face your sleeping form. Moved some stray of your hair and kissed your soft cheek. and while he was looking at you he noticed something.. Jake's heart swelled with gratitude for the life you both had built together.
Your shared room became a sanctuary, adorned with the echoes of laughter,after some rough night; soft pantings and ‘’ı love you’s’’, sometimes a place where you comforted each other and the soft breathing of your sleeping kids, and the quiet acknowledgment of a love that had deepened with time.
In the stillness of the night, surrounded by the tangible evidence of your shared journey – the woman he loved, you, and the two precious souls you both had brought into the world together– Jake couldn't help but marvel at the unexpected beauty of how their story had unfolded. The Hard Deck, with its bright yellow lights and adrenaline-fueled beginnings, now seemed like a distant, yet cherished, memory in the symphony of their family life.
And he was grateful that you were still the one who he kissed for goodnight.
I loved writing this 🥹
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just want to quickly tell you that i really admire your dedication in completing your 'at the center' fiction, which is WOW, absolutely commendable!! ( and expanding other drabbles as well??? i'm blown away ).
although we've only been following each other recently, i hope to be like you someday and have the motivation to keep posting updates for my fics no matter how long it takes 🥹 okay that's all and have a very nice day!!
thank you!! 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💖💖💖 so much!!! for your sweet comments and for the encouragement and for dropping by to leave a message 😭😭💖💖💖💖💖🙏🙏🙏🙏 I HOPE YOU, TOO, HAVE A VERY NICE DAY ✨
and i'd like to also take a moment to say a few words about (✨forging, fostering✨) the motivation to keep posting updates for fics (no matter how long it takes!!!!), but first, i'd also like to very briefly share with you two of my all-time favorite fanfiction WIPs (one is ongoing 20+ years, and the other is 10+) to help contextualize my response:
#1. ————
More Than Human (Words: 332,245 | Complete: No) by sbj
"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal." - Camus {High School AU!RrB/PpG}
FIRST PUBLISHED: January 31, 2009
LAST UPDATED: June 18, 2019
As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 10 years, 4 months, and 21 days
#2. ————
Re-Entry (Words: 568,178 | Works: 22 | Complete: Yes)
and
Re-Entry: Journey of the Whills (Words: 923,940 | Works: 59 | Complete: No)
Obi-Wan Kenobi, while still a young Padawan, suffers an injury and wakes up with all of the memories, experience, training, and Force-strength of Old Ben Kenobi. {Time Travel AU!Star Wars Re-Write}
by flamethrower
FIRST PUBLISHED: October 1, 2002
LAST UPDATED: December 30, 2022
As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 20 years, 3 months, and 6 days
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these WIPs are only two examples! tons of my favorite stories have spanned multiple years of progress!
mine! ————
at the center (Words: 395,094 | Complete: No) by @therentyoupay
Legends and fairy tales, magic and myths, and—at the center of it all—a story of a young, future-Queen and her young, ageless-Guardian; a girl cursed with fear and a god frozen in time, and all of the reasons why seeing isn't always at the heart of believing. {Guardian AU!Jelsa}
FIRST PUBLISHED: January 17, 2014
LAST UPDATED: January 2, 2024
As of January 7, 2024, the chapter updates span 9 years, 11 months, and 22 days (happy almost 10th anniversary!! ✨)
thoughts & feelings! ————
everyone writes at their own pace, in their own time, with the best resources they have, according to whatever life stage(s) they are at 💕
~most readers generally express gratitude and understanding and patience! fandom culture (across fandoms) shifts and changes all the time, so while there are times in fandom (generally) in which the ✨entitled expectation✨ is for fic authors to "WRITE FAST, PUBLISH OFTEN," there are also times in which readers go out of their way to share beautifully encouraging messages like "even if you never update again, i am so grateful for what you have given us (so far)!" and "i will wait for this story to update for the rest of my life, and i will be happy with an update no matter how long it takes" and, often—both messages at the same time. 💖
a good skill to develop is the mental strength to withstand the not-so-nice messages while absorbing the positivity of the lovely ones! i don't post or respond to the really nasty anons i sometimes receive 👀 like the ones that accuse me of having "abandoned nearly all [my] fics"—i personally delete them immediately! anons like that do not deserve someone else's ✨energy✨. (for the first time—i think, ever?—i did post someone's confusing? rude? anon the other day [i.e., i am a hoarder who creates suffering by withholding fic updates?? i think??], but i attribute that choice to publicly post [my reaction gif to that anon] to my current Life Stage™ and my hard-earned self-confidence in the knowledge that I Can Do Hard Things. ✨ my development of that muscle has come from finishing other long-progress fanfics, and, to be honest, Real Life Milestones like going to grad school [twice] and Doing a Dissertation ✨). all in all, the motivation to keep updating is really, at its core, about having the will and the time and the mental energy and the passion to dedicate time to something that you really want to do, even through all the obstacles and nonsense, which takes mental (and emotional) strength! 💖 develop and fortify your mental fortitude! 💖💖💖💖 it's a lifelong process! ✨
and lastly, and most importantly, in my opinion... regardless of whether or not you think any potential readers might be out there (chances are there WILL BE, but that's not the point!!!), just keep writing... and write what you want, and write for yourself! whether you update in two days, or ten years, or twenty-two—do it, anyway!! 💖💖💖💖💖
LOVE YOU, THANK YOU, GOOD LUCK 💖✨ (and keep me posted lol)
#sareinadale#therentyoupay ask#jelsa#therentyoupay at the center#therentyoupay thoughts#THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE LOVELY ASK#also everyone else please feel free to chime in and add!!!! 💖💖💖💖#therentyoupay advice
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Critical Role - Live Show - 25/10/2023
I wasn’t sure if I was going to make a post about this but here we are.
I still can’t really believe that I went to the CR live show.
(Somewhat personal) ramble under the cut:
I started watching Critical Role after the first season of the legend of vox machina came out.
I didn’t actually get that far into campaign one before tapping out, but then season 2 of tlovm was released and, after watching and loving it, I decided to give the campaign(s) another go.
This was earlier this year (around Jan/Feb - which is insane because it feels like CR has been a part of my life for so much longer than that), so it’s fair to say I’m a fairly new fan (at least in comparison to a lot of others).
But despite the daunting amount of content, I binged and managed to catch up (I watched all three campaigns as well as most of their other content in time to watch C3E64 live) and the show has become one of the greatest and most reliable sources of joy in my life (which I honestly did not expect but I am so thankful for).
I love this show. I love all three campaigns; all the different characters, the stories they’ve told, the journeys they’ve taken us on. I love this group of people, both on camera and off, who have done such an incredible thing with this show, that I truly did not understand the appeal of or effect of until I gave it a real chance.
Which brings me to the 25th of October. Just over a week before the date, I bought a resale ticket to the CR live show in wembley (for probably far too much money - but no regrets) on a bit of a whim.
It was in a location that worked for me, it was their first international live show, their first live show in so long, and it was at such an interesting and important time in the story for this whole main campaign universe. So everything was telling me to go for it despite never having done anything like this before (which is why I hadn’t even considered it when the tickets first came out).
And it was genuinely one of the best nights of my life. It still feels so surreal that I was there, and got to see them play live, and I got to feel the energy in that arena, because it was all absolutely incredible.
I don’t really know what the point of this post is; I just kinda wanted to get these thoughts and emotions out a little because I’m still thinking about it almost a week later. I am so grateful for this show, these people, these stories, these characters, everything. And I’m so glad I got to experience this at a point in my life when it really does mean so much to me.
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Wow 70 followers yay
I never expected for the 1-2 years I've been on here I would be getting this far though I am grateful. I've made a lot of friends from Tumblr (thanks to GoW Ragnarok and other things)
I hope with the upcoming projects and art I have will bring in more peeps and maybe some more friends. I may update my bio stuff so that it looks a little better. I'm almost always up for a fun chat so long as you're not rude or irresponsible/ill-mannered.
I'm still working on art that I will post hopefully to here and get the hype it deserves hopefully. I've been going back to my gaming roots and rediscovering my eternal love for The Legend of Zelda. I've even recently started back up Skyward sword (albeit the HD version bc it's just easier rn). I'm still working on those Zonai drawings as well. I have had so many ideas this past week or so.
Feel free to leave an Ask as well if you don't feel like DMing me RN and want my opinions on fandoms or maybe some of my OCS. I have an Ask List imma pin to my page bc it already links my introduction post and it needs to be switched out anyways.
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maybe “sweet sunsets” for the fake fic title
Hi anon!!!! Thank you so much for the title ask!!! I have been having an absolute BLAST with these!!! 🥰
You sat on the cliff's edge, your legs swinging gently as they hung hundreds of feet above the rolling sea below. Watching as the sun began to dip ever further into the water, you closed your eyes as you soaked in the last of its rays.
"Why do you always insist on meeting me here?" A voice from behind you called out.
You smiled though you knew he couldn't see it with your back to him. "Because I like watching the sunset. Since I switched my schedule to match yours, I don't get to see the sun as much. Well... still more than you do."
You finally looked over your shoulder at him. Though he was huddled in the darkest shadows at the edge of the forest, you could still see Javy shaking his head at you. You stood up and walked over to the treeline.
Offering out your hand, you added, "Besides, I know you enjoy your brief glimpse of the sun as well."
Hesitantly, Javy inched his hand forward, pausing for a second before extending it out of the protection of the forest shade. However, the sun had dipped down until only the faintest red glow peeked out above the water and the sky had already begun to darken into purples and blues so nothing happened. He reached out further and took your hand.
Raising it to his mouth, he pressed his lips against you, the sharp points of his teeth tracing the pulsing vein in your wrist. "One of these days, this plan of yours is going to backfire."
"Maybe. But we're careful. And aren't a few singed fingers worth watching the sunset with me?" You led him back to the edge of the cliff and you both sat down.
"I never would have thought so, but yeah. Yeah, they are." He looked out at the water and sighed. "Before I met you, I never thought I would see the sun again. I thought I was doomed to a life of darkness and shadows. But you... you changed all that. You showed me how to find joy in even the smallest glimmer of light. And for that, I am eternally grateful."
You leaned your head on his shoulder and hummed, "You know, you are one of the only people in the world who can say that and actually mean it."
"Literally," he chuckled softly. But then he became more serious. "If this ever gets to be too much for you, you'll tell me, right? I know what the legends say about my kind, but I would never force you into anything you don't want."
You lifted your head and stared deeply into his face, confused. "Javy, where is this coming from? Did I do something wrong?"
"No! Never!" he assured you. "It's just... you've had to change everything about your life to be with me. And soon, you'll have to make a choice that you can never come back from. I just want to make sure you know what you're doing."
Taking his face between your hands, you say, "I love you. Now and for however long I walk this earth. I know what I will be giving up but it's worth it if I can stay with you. I told you six months ago when you explained all of this. If you let me choose today, tomorrow, or next year, my answer will always be the same. I want to spend forever by your side. No matter the cost."
As Javy's eyes darted across your face for a second, you weren't sure what he was thinking. But then, he nodded. "Alright. I'll do it."
You dropped your hands in surprise. "Really? Now?"
"If that's what you want?"
"Yes! Please, Javy! It's all that I want!"
You scampered into his lap and tilted your head so your neck was exposed. Bending over, he ran his lips against your tender skin, then stopped just below your jaw and placed a kiss there. You felt his lips move against your throat as he whispered, "I love you." And then his teeth plunged into your neck.
For a moment, it was the worst pain you had ever experienced. Your survival instincts kicked in and you began to thrash in his grasp, trying to escape. However, Javy had been expecting this and he held you firmly in place. And soon, the pain faded away leaving only a pleasant numbness that spread throughout your body. Everything grew heavier and you slumped limply into his arms.
As he continued to drink, to turn you into a creature like him, you were just able to make out the last glow of the sun disappearing from the night sky. And your last thought before you blacked out was how much sweeter the sunset seemed when you realized it might be your last.
send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it
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Graciasss for the AMAZING work you did aaaa!! It was so interesting to read! The princess was exactly how i imagined her to be! Indra too! I am glad you wrote about the living struggles he bad to face after leaving his home.
The story was sooo good I was wondering maybe you can do part 2? It was like left on a cliffhanger and knowing the ending would be perfect!
THANK YOU AGAIN FOR THE WORK 🥺💖💖💖💖💖💖
Here we go!💕💕💫🤗
Tw: none
Pairing: Indra Otsutsuki / Reader
SFW
He fled during a storm.
Indra had no choice. From the day (Y/N) caught him red-handed, explicitly seeing his Sharingan, there was nothing else to do. He couldn't find her around to try to explain, to prove to her the rumors about him were not true.
Indra expected a horde of people banging on his door and demanding his head, but nothing of the sort happened.
(Y/N) vanished inside her home, and refused to leave her room for days. So much so that her own father approached Indra to ask if he had any idea what could have caused such an attitude in his daughter.
Apparently, she said nothing regarding what happened, choosing to completely ignore everyone and everything. He felt grateful, but he couldn't count on that luck lasting. What would happen if she suddenly needed to tell what she saw, sought support from someone, and the word spread? He would have no choice but to eliminate anyone who dared to act against him, and considering how distorted his legend had become, there would be a lot of people.
He waited a few days, until he decided to disappear. He would leave no trace, no one would know where he went or why. At some degree it broke his heart having to give up such a beautiful place, which opened doors to a world of possibilities. It was the first site where he felt peaceful enough to socialize, calm enough so that he didn't have to constantly hide.
One simple mistake erased it all, and there was no time to look back.
He would miss (Y/N), even her family, and he would treasure them in that part of his heart she helped him rediscover. He hadn't felt that way in years, time spent buried in his grief and anger. She brought out the best in him and showed him he could be more than a cold-blooded killer, a tyrant, the villain of the story.
He timed his departure to coincide with a terrible storm. The water would help him erase his tracks, and he would be sure to leave his hut as if he had never occupied it in the first place. As the rain began to fall and the sky darkened, he steeled himself and escaped into the shadows.
His absence was quickly noticed. The palace dawned without one of its most faithful workers, and no one had any explanation as to what had happened to him. The news of his absence was the only thing able to make (Y/N) come out of hiding, looking totally furious.
Her family was subjected to her bad mood for days, her father refusing to let her go out to look for him. The man was not unaware of the feelings between his daughter and Indra, and decided that perhaps his mysterious disappearance was a good way to sever their bond. (Y/N) was royalty, and should be paired with someone of the same social status, make some profit from her marriage.
Indra erasing himself without explanation made things easier.
Faced with this situation, (Y/N) made up her mind the same way he did. With the help of her trusted servants, she managed to get the means and tools to disappear. No one would open their mouths about it, owing her more affection and respect for treating them as equals.
She made it out of the perimeter of her palace undetected, and with help she reached the nearest town. Moving incognito, she gathered information about the mysterious and charming brown-haired gentleman, who offered services in exchange for goods wherever he went.
People seemed to adore him. Every time (Y/N) asked about him, no matter who it was, they would remember him with joy and gratitude, commenting on how good he was to them and how he helped them with different things. Indra was leaving a positive footprint everywhere he went, which made it easier to track him down.
Thus, she arrived at the small field of an old woman, who offered her a cup of hot tea while she conducted her inadvertent interrogation.
"Tell me, madam, you haven't seen a tall man with long brown hair passing this way? His name is Indra, and he often offers help in exchange for things. He has his little reputation formed around here, from what I hear."
"Ohhh yessss! Wonderful, helpful boy! You see, at my age, we need more help than usual! One of my cats went astray months ago, and somehow, he found it the day after he arrived! He helps a lot with my crops too!"
"Helps? Like, present tense? He's here now?"
"Ohhh nonono! He went out a while ago to get me some things from the village! You see, at my age, we need more help than usual!"
"I understand... would you mind if I wait for him here?"
"Does he have problems? I don't want to harbor a criminal under my roof, but... you see, at my age, we need more help than usual!"
Saturated with hearing the same speech over and over again, (Y/N) decided it would be torturous to wait at the old woman's house. She had no idea how Indra was coping, but it seemed to be his current location. She would stay at the village inn, and return the next day to rebuke him.
Problem struck when, with the next sunrise, she presented herself again before the old woman, and she delivered bad news.
"Ohhh yeah! He came back. I told him about the beautiful young lady who was looking for him, and he ran off! He didn't even start with his chores for the day, he just disappeared!"
That zeroed her out again. Why would he run away if she came alone? Was he afraid she'd come with an army to try to wipe him out? Did he feel persecuted? Either way, she set off again. The old woman gave no details of where he was going since Indra was careful not to mention it.
Around the field, there was only one town he could have gone to, so she started on her journey again.
The path to her next target was through a forest, where the woman warned her, many thieves were waiting up in the trees to pounce on unsuspecting people. (Y/N) took special precautions, disguising herself as much as possible and being attentive to her surroundings.
However, nothing prepared her for when, in the middle of her walk, a kunai rested flush against her neck. She thought she had been vigilant, trying to catch every ambient sound and carefully watching all the shadows. Apparently, she had missed some important cue, because someone was threatening her from behind.
"If money is what you want, I can give it to you. There's no need to do anything hasty."
"Hasty is keeping track of the man with the worst reputation in the world, (Y/N)."
That voice brought a myriad of emotions together, rumbling against her back and traveling straight to her chest. Indra had her at the edge of his weapon, and she surrendered herself completely to his mercy. If he wanted to slit her throat right there, so be it.
"Why did you run away, Indra, why did you abandon me there?"
"Abandon you? That is your home, (Y/N), where you belong."
"Home is where one chose it, and I thought it was clear I chose it in you."
"You mean the time when you ran away from me and locked yourself without seeing the sunlight for days...?"
That question left her speechless, and as she tried to formulate an answer, Indra withdrew the gun. She turned to look at him, and in his expression, she could only denote sadness, pain, and anguish. He seemed to have aged ten years since he left, and she knew negative thoughts were regularly in his mind since what had happened.
"I didn't mean to... it wasn't my intention, Indra. Just... how should one react to a situation like that?"
"You reacted in such a way only because you thought you had the monster of those terrible stories sleeping in your backyard. You didn't doubt those terrible rumors, and your body acted alone. That was the truest reflection of your head, (Y/N), and what confirmed that I should leave."
Indra sat on the ground, leaning his back against a tree. He looked defeated, uninterested in continuing the conversation. She could get an idea of how difficult that situation was for him, putting into analysis the bond they had both built over time.
She knelt down in front of him and took his face in her hands so he would stare at her. His eyes were red, glowing both black and crimson.
"Aren't you afraid, (Y/N)? To be in front of the beast with blood-colored eyes?"
He asked bitterly, expecting to see a physical reaction from her when she met his gaze. Instead, and with no more words to add, (Y/N) threw herself upon him, pressing her lips against his passionately.
They held each other close as long as oxygen allowed, expressing feelings through contact.
"You do not frighten me, Indra Otsutsuki. I choose you despite your past, and I hope you will agree to forge your future with me."
A sincere smile appeared on his lips, and he embraced her until the sun disappeared from the horizon.
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TLTR: This is my best friend Joe. He’s wheelchair bound and hasn’t had the easiest life but he’s the kindest person I know who despite everything always has a smile on his face. His idol, his hero is Taylor Swift and I know it’s his dream to meet her. He’s flying over from England, along with me and our friend, because he was so desperate to see her in the US. I’m desperately trying to arrange a meet and greet for him for the shows at Phoenix in March. I know it would mean the world to him and he deserves a magical moment more than anyone I know.
He turned 30 last year and he’s celebrating by flying to Phoenix. He’s an absolute legend and I’m forever in awe of how independent he is going to these things, often on his own. I’m in a wheelchair too and his infectious joy for life never stops him doing what he wants to do, whereas I often let fatigue or pain get the better of me. He’s totally relentless. If anyone out there can do anything to help arrange an invite to the Rep Room, or whatever it’s going to be called this tour, or can point me in the right direction or if any of Taylor’s management can help me out, I can’t put into words how grateful I’d be and how much of a life changing experience it would be for Joe.
One of the frustrating things about being in a wheelchair, and I can attest to this, is that the disabled section is often so far away from the action, that it makes being spotted by an artist that much harder. I am a huge Bruce Springsteen fan and he collects sign requests from people in the pit, and it has always saddened me that people like myself and Joe are unlikely to get that experience. I met my idol, Bruce, in 2016 and there were few people happier for me than Joe was that day. It was a magical moment that I’ll never forget and will always cherish and I’d just love for Joe to have a magical moment with his idol. He’s so unassuming and I don’t think he’d ever imagine that I’d set up a blog like this for him and he would never expect to get a chance to meet Taylor, but I know it’s his absolute dream and it would be the most incredible surprise for him if something could be arranged.
So please, reblog my posts and hopefully it’ll get through to @taylorswift or @taylornation so that his dream to meet her in Phoenix on either 17th or 18th March can come true. I don’t know anyone more deserving. And he truly deserves a magical moment more than anyone I know, and he deserves it because of the joy he brings to all who know him, me included. He’s so unassuming that he would never imagine that I would set up a blog like that, and still doesn’t know as I want to surprise him. He is going to both nights, so can be wherever he needs to be at a moments notice, so please if @taylornation could message me an invite for him, it would be incredible. Thank you @taylorswift. Thank you @taylornation. And thank you to all the Taylor Swift fans who have/has/continue to reblog this to make his dream a reality.
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thoughts on puss in boots 2: the last wish
spoilers for puss on boots 2 if anyone cares enough about it. you’ve been warned!
i didn’t even know there was a sequel until i saw the thumbnail for schafrillas productions’ video on it, now i’ve watched it and um. it’s actually kinda good?
i had such a weird fondness for the first one. the spanish aesthetic, score, the animation, just the absurdity of this tiny adorable cat, that looks so much like mine, being voiced by antonio banderas. (this is coming from someone who didn’t watch any of the shrek films except the first.) but the story did suck, and humpty dumpty is easily my most disliked character in all of dreamworks history, barry b benson included.
so i figured i’d enjoy this one the way i did the first too; cool fight/dance scenes, good soundtrack and animation, bonkers ideas. turns out i was right in all the wrong ways.
first of all, the fuckin animation?? holy crap what is dreamworks doing? where is the realistic lighting and fur/leather textures you’re known for and why have you given us such gorgeous painted landscapes and layered models?? are you out here trying to steal sony animation studio’s thunder because you truly are! every single fight scene in this is a delight (as expected from dreamworks), was not expecting the 2.5d effect thing they’ve got going on and was straight up blown away by the colours. the kung fu panda influence is strong in this movie. i do think the effects are not quite as earned as in spiderverse of kung fu panda, since its styles are kind of all over the place and not as thematically cohesive, but it’s such a surprising departure from the usual dreamworks look. of course i hope they don’t completely move away from that era, but the designers have really shown us what they can done and i am here for it. i will say the way the frame rates noticeably slow down every time a fight goes on can get grating, but i got used to it halfway in.
secondly the story. yes it is rushed, yes it’s a mish-mash of ideas, yes it doesn’t quite explore each character’s motivations or conflicts to warrant any strong emotional responses, yes it was resolved all rather quickly; all these were issues in the first one as well. goldilocks is especially egregious since we know that she loves her family; look at all their little interactions! they’re the crime family! the writers did drop the ball by making her wish for another family. whatever was that all about?
but jesus christ i was not expecting death to straight up be the antagonist of this film. what an unexpected plot point for what i assumed was marketed as a family fun adventure film, but at the same time oh so expected, because a cat using up his nine lives makes for such fun storytelling? sure it can get a bit too on the nose, but death’s design and entrance is so darn cool i can forgive it a thousand times over.
also the writing. it was pretty clear that they’ve started running out of jokes at some point in the middle and so it did get a lil sluggy in the dialogue, but otherwise? holy fuckin hell how is this a movie for children. you have raw-ass lines like “has the legend gotten so big there isn’t any room for anyone else”? plot-twist-gut-wrench-holy-crap moments like santa coloma?? “it wasn’t just one bad heist. it was a church with priests and guests”?? “lives flashing through your eyes? / no, just one”??? telling death himself to pick up your sickles because i know i can’t win, i’m just going to go down fighting anyways????
and the absolute explosion of bleeps and curses that was perrito. seriously, how did they greenlight that? they put “shit-for-brains” in a kids movie??
(also, the side characters are so casually killed in this movie that it’s kinda insane. dreamworks has never shied away from a good “oh he’s dead now” gag but the way the girl just turned to gold and the baker’s dozen were straight up thanos-snapped away without a moment to spare. chilling to think about.)
not much to say about the acting, it was fun enough to service the film without being outstanding i guess. antonio banderas is having fun as puss as always, for some reason i always thought penelope cruz voiced kitty? but she’s cool in this anyway, finally the comedic relief third-trio-character doesn’t have an annoyingly comedian voice and just sounds like a sweet little dude. florence pugh is fine but there are moments where you know she’s not a voice actor, whoever voiced baby bear sounded a tad too much like james corden and i got chills whenever he spoke. i’d say john mulaney does a decent job selling jack horner, the way he delivers absolutely horrific sentences with such nonchalance and glee is so entertaining to watch; guy may have problems but he is still a comedian with iconic joke delivery.
more of a subjective preference than commentary, but the score was a bit of a let-down. i was so hoping to hear more of the gorgeous spanish acoustic sound that i loved from henry jackman’s previous tracks but this film seems a tad too eager to introduce electronic sounds. some parts do get real castanet-y and brassy, which were my favourite parts; a bit sad diablo rojo or the puss suite didn’t get an encore but oh well, it has been a while.
so i guess the takeaway is that i’m so well-versed in how the studio uses comedy that i was yet again able to predict the “leeches!” line about ten minutes in right before the barber said it.
an objective 7/10 because of the weird pacing and ending, a subjective 9/10 just because i would never have taken a puss in boots movie seriously enough to rank it like i would with other movies. incredibly high-quality absurdity, stellar action, amazing antagonists, absolutely insane lines, a better magical forest adventure than frozen 2. go watch it guys.
(additional comment because i haven’t said enough: this also marks the third 3D animated movie set in a hispanic country where a character dies by being crushed by a bell. only in the case of the book of life the guy was exploded inside the bell but still. a bell.)
EDIT: UPON SECOND WATCH i immediately watched it again the next day because i was so baffled by this movie. i loved it a whole lot this time around! revisiting this makes me realise how good the voice performances actually are, like now with the context that antonio banderas is 62 and still voicing puss with such energy and rigour, just how different john mulaney sounds than his other roles but still delivering deliciously evil lines so well, and i found myself enjoying goldilocks a lot more. also i realised i judged the soundtrack too quickly, even though i’m still not eager on the synths i did appreciate the orchestrals a more (i’m just really stuck on henry jackman’s score). pacing-wise i had initially thought it ran too fast, but now i’m realising maybe it’s just because i loved every single moment in the film that it didn’t feel like it had any room for downtime; too full of fun interactions and chilling moments for me to realise time was passing. still a 9/10 subjective rating, holy fuck this has been one of dreamworks’ recent strongest and it's a shrek spinoff movie
#puss in boots#puss in boots 2#puss in boots the last wish#have a feeling people are going to start simping for death!wolf and i don’t look forward to it
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I posted 373 times in 2022
26 posts created (7%)
347 posts reblogged (93%)
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I tagged 372 of my posts in 2022
#about me - 50 posts
#<3 - 42 posts
#series: star trek - 33 posts
#the magnus archives - 26 posts
#leonard mccoy - 24 posts
#queer art - 21 posts
#series: star wars - 21 posts
#jim kirk - 20 posts
#mckirk - 19 posts
#legends of tomorrow - 18 posts
Longest Tag: 120 characters
#(also i'm always weirdly happy when people associate me with my flag? it's that late in life queer moment i guess lmfao)
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
WHAT KIND OF LOSER ALMOST MISSES HER OWN MCKIRKAVERSARY (this one I am that loser)
It has been one entire year since I posted absolution, my first official McKirk fic. I dreamed this baby up on a weekend morning and started writing, after years of admiring the folks in the fandom from afar. I am so, so grateful I did.
to @afterthenovels and @malionnes -- Anna gave me the prompt that became the fic, and Cait asked me the OTP meme questions that sparked me thinking about my own vision. Thank you both for getting me started.
To the USS McKirk folks: thank you for taking me into the fold. You are all so special to me. To mention just a handful of you:
@aishahiwatari and @demerite; best mods ever!
@aroacebones, for being the best partner in angst and never minding a 5 AM DM or fifty.
@lokilenchen and @excavatinglizard, both of whom surprised me with art for my later fic, both of whose talents amaze me every single day.
@better-late-than-nevah for understanding my desperate love for comments 😂
@spockats, my partner in word games, provider of medical knowledge!
@trek-tracks for the humor that keeps me going, and the sweetest words of praise a girl could want.
@sagesiren for loving Jewish Jim as much as I do!
@jenjiy for having the other half of the brain cell 😂
And to @fireinmywoods, thank you so much for giving us SIEL, a light in a dark year and the best communal experience I could have asked for so soon after officially joining the fandom!
I've said it before and I'll say it again: McKirk people best people. I'm so glad I fell in with you all. Let's keep it going a bunch more years. 💛💙
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#4
"I'm Jim. … Which friend is this a favor for? I've been coming here for months."
“Christine. These shifts interfere with her nightlife, you see, and as she saw fit to remind me, I have none, so better I be the one to molder away in an underground transfusion center.”
“I liked Christine. But if she sees fit to abandon me to the whims of a grouchy Southerner, I might displace her in my estimation.”
A vampire and a necromancer have a chat at a blood transfusion center.
(Trektober 2022, Day Two: Vampire AU)
content warnings: Jim was turned into a vampire against his will by an intimate partner; there is a brief description.
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#3
"I saw a girl this morning who looked like my mother. It's strange--I haven't thought about my mother in decades, but after I wrote about her, she appeared before me. Part of me wanted to speak to her, this girl who seemed like my mother, but I didn't know what I would say. That I turned out to be so much more than she expected of me? And so much less? That I'm sorry I spent the better part of sixty years barely acknowledging her existence? That I don't remember exactly when she died?
"Of course, it doesn't matter at all what I would say to my mother if I saw her again, because I didn't. It was just a girl with the same copper hair."
You Feel It Just Below the Ribs, Jeffrey Cranor and Janina Matthewson.
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How little we know of ourselves at any moment; how distinctly human that is. There is such little grace given to the perfect messiness of desire. Even queers feel pressure to homogenize the experience into catchy slogans. The 'born this way' narrative, while politically expedient, has done untold damage to narratives of the queer experience, implying any number of horrible ideas: that you cannot move toward desire without some genetic component urging you to do so, that experimentation is inherently problematic, that you have to know your truest and deepest self to act on something. There were times in my adolescence where people asked me if I was gay and I said no, not out of a sense of self-preservation but because I truly believed it to be so. You can be a stranger to yourself; you almost certainly will be, at some point or another. It is inevitable, as inevitable as the moment of rupture that sends you hurtling toward the self you were always going to be.
from "Both Ways" by Carmen Maria Machado, her essay on Jennifer's Body in It Came from the Closet: Queer Reflections on Horror (ed. Joe Vallese).
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My #1 post of 2022
desire to learn how to draw, if not well: losing
years of memories of art teachers telling me how bad at art i was: winning
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Case of the Bleus: A Cheese Shop Mystery by Korina Moss #Review @KorinaLMoss @StMartinsPress @MinotaurBooks
Case of the Bleus: A Cheese Shop Mystery
Cozy Mystery
4th in Series
Setting - California
St. Martin's Paperbacks (September 26, 2023)
Mass Market Paperback : 320 pages
ISBN-10 : 1250893895
ISBN-13 : 978-1250893895
Kindle ASIN : B0BQGH7R8W
What in the bleu blazes is happening in Yarrow Glen now?
Cheesemongers from across the Northwest have come to the Sonoma Valley for the Northwest Cheese Invitational. As the owner of the local cheese shop, Curds & Whey, Willa Bauer loves it. The event showcases custom cheese creations, and it’s the perfect time to gather with old colleagues to honor her former boss, the late and grate cheese legend, Max Dumas. He was famous for journeying into the wild bleu yonder to where he aged his award-winning custom Church Bleu. Only Max knew the recipe and location to his beloved cheese, and many are eager to have these revealed at his will reading.
But instead of naming someone to inherit his cheese and its secrets, Max stuns everyone with one cryptic clue. When a fellow cheesemonger dies under mysterious circumstances––the woman they all thought would get the secrets to Max's prized possession––everyone falls under suspicion. Willa adores Church Bleu as much as the next cheese connoisseur, but it’s not to die for. Is a killer trying to get away with murder...and the cheese?
Dollycas's Thoughts
It is time for the Northwest Cheese Invitational and this year it is being held in Yarrow Glen. Making the event even more special for local cheese shop owner, Willa Bauer is that her former boss Max Dumas is being honored following his death. He was a cheese legend who created the award-winning Church Bleu. His colleagues, most worked with Willa, will be in attendance and also will attend the reading of his will. He had never shared his recipe or where he aged his special bleu cheese so it is assumed that for production of the cheese to continue he will name a successor and award his secrets to them.
Max Dumas was truly one of a kind and instead of naming one person to follow in his footsteps he just leaves a mystifying clue for them to follow. When one of his colleagues and Willa's closest friend in the group, the person everyone thought would be named in the will is murdered, all the others quickly make up the list of suspects. Willa loves Max's cheese but never expected anyone to get killed over it. Everyone really seems to have a case of the bleus. Willa and Team Cheese need to solve Max's clue in hopes that it will bring the real killer to light before they get really cheesed off and kill again.
I truly love the characters in this series. Willa has grown so much, she has her flaws but she is open and truthful and can admit when she is wrong. She feels so genuine and I am so happy with the way the author is allowing her to evolve realistically.
Willa is surrounded by a great supporting cast. Mrs. Schultz is a treasure and a great friend. She is wise and has a huge heart. Archie is facing some new things in this story and finds himself in need of advice. Thankfully, he has Willa and Mrs. Schultz to turn to. Baz is also a good friend and part of Team Cheese. Roman and Willa are trying to keep their friendship after their breakup, while Willa is focused elsewhere in the romance department. All these characters are believable and true to life.
The new characters introduced in this story were not easy to like, except for the deceased Max, they all had an agenda. I would have loved to know Max. He was a prankster and must have been fun to be around.
The story had two mysteries to solve. Who killed Max? And where is the last of Max's cheese, its recipe, and the aging spot? The murder mystery had many twists and turns. The means was apparent right away but who the killer was and how they pulled it off was difficult to determine. I love the way Willa and her friends gather, Team Cheese, to sort through clues and seek answers. Willa has a big idea to draw out the killer but it is risky and could cost her in more ways than one. The reveal was dramatic and scary. I was partially right in my thinking but the way everything played out was surprising.
The second mystery was a true puzzle. Max had really thought out what would happen if he passed away and had a unique way to make his wishes known. That reveal was priceless, heartwarming, and absolutely perfect.
With the recent passing of Jimmy Buffet, I love the references to him in the book. I know he was still alive when Ms. Moss wrote this story but I have to say the popular bar in this series, The Cellar, doing a Jimmy Buffet Weekend, serving Cheeseburgers In Paradise and It's Five O'Clock Somewhere margaritas while playing all his songs was a nice tribute.
Case of the Bleus is an awesome addition to this series. I loved everything about this story. Engaging characters that have grown by leaps and bounds since the first book, Cheddar Off Dead, 2 superb mysteries, and all that cheese was more than A Perfect Escape. It was A Trip to Paradise, complete with a virtual Cheeseburger in Paradise. I had to give it my highest rating and add it to My Best Reads of 2023! I can't wait for the next book in this series!
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About the Author
KORINA MOSS is the author of the Cheese Shop cozy mystery series set in Sonoma Valley. She loves creating quirky characters who live in idyllic small towns. Moss grew up on a healthy dose of Nancy Drew and Agatha Christie novels, which developed her passion for solving mysteries and eventually writing her own. She lives in a small New England town with its own share of quirky characters.
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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. Receiving a complimentary copy in no way reflected my review of this book. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255: “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
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Reflections on the Horizons Writers Circle by mentee K’alii Luuyaltkw
Fourteen Alberta writers recently concluded their participation in the Writers’ Guild of Albera’s Horizons Writers Circle, its mentorship program for writers within the Black, Indigenous, and People of Colour (BIPOC) community, ESL, and underrepresented writers living in Edmonton. The program ran from October 2022 to March 2023, under the coordination of publisher and writer Luciana Erregue-Sacchi. Writers from diverse backgrounds in the early stages of their careers received mentorship from experienced writers in a series of workshops, panels and one-on-one activities. The program introduces new writers to the broader Edmonton community, helping them make new contacts in the industry, and thrive in their writing careers.
We asked two of the participants, mentee K’alii Luuyaltkw and mentor Naomi McIlwraith, to reflect on the experience for the EAC blog. (You can read mentor Naomi McIlwraith’s guest blog article here).
My experience as a mentee in the Horizons Writers Circle (HWC) program caused me to reflect upon my day-to-day capacity, communication habits, and overall approach toward my writing practice. I learned that I’m a very independent person. I like to be busy, but I can easily get overwhelmed. I successfully completed my goal to write a short story (my first one!), but I wasn’t always communicative with my mentor and my approach to writing was difficult to schedule. My advice to folks would be to communicate regardless of what’s going on, as professional accountability is vitally important. The program itself without a doubt pushed me forward with my goals and helped me to grow in unexpected ways. For that, I am grateful.
Moving forward, I plan to seek out funding opportunities, so I can work on my anthology of short stories. I have five or six stories written in addition to the one I worked on while participating in HWC. If I were to categorize my stories, I would describe them as modern legends with an allegorical underpinning. They’re inspired by my culture and my journey as an Indigenous person experiencing moments of self-discovery and finding lessons within unforeseen circumstances. There’s a good mix of the mundane and the otherworldly. I frequently include a combination of cultural teachings and personal knowledge that has been meaningful in my life. Often these lessons are communicated through symbolism in the form of spirits and animals, as well as tongue-in-cheek humour.
My advice for other emerging writers is to simply get your story out and worry about editing later. The biggest obstacle I’ve faced as a writer is my perfectionism and fixation on finding the exact phrasing. It’s a thing that always slows me down. It makes me feel down if I can’t get it “right”. It even prevents me from starting to write in the first place; it’s really such a monumental burden we give ourselves when we expect perfection. I’ve learned to just get the story out by setting a goal to write 500 words a day, or whatever seems reasonable for you.
Oral tradition has always been a significant part of my process. My primary expression of storytelling over the past few years has been spoken word poetry. I enjoy experimenting with tone, inflection, pauses, etc., as devices to bring the listener into the narrative. Now that I’ve moved on to short stories, I find my process still retains the oral tradition aspect, I often tell my stories out loud to family and friends before writing them down. The feedback I receive often motivates me to further manifest the stories in the written format, whereby they can be polished, refined, and shared with a wider audience. I’m often told that words are like medicine for the right listener, so it's important to share our narratives because we never know what blessings they might bring to you as an author, as well as to the people around you. I believe these things, and that we all have stories to share. That’s why I encourage anyone who’s interested in writing to just start with a concrete and manageable goal to get their story out.
K’alii Luuyaltkw is a storyteller and a truth seeker from the Nisga’a Nation. Her family is from the house of Ni’isjoohl (the spirit people) who were originally known for their many gifted halayt or medicine people. In accordance with this ancestral lineage, K’alii uses their poetry and short stories as a form of medicine both to create healing for herself, as well as to conscientiously influence the web of interconnectedness that unites all of life. Her goal for the Horizons Writers Circle mentorship is to continue to develop her poetry and short stories in preparation for publication as an anthology.
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The Spy
Kim Possible is up next! I wasn’t sure how I was going to write Kim and find the music, but I figured it out! Yanfei! They are both hard-working ladies who also fight to their own beat. Also, this is the first time I’m watching Kim’s show as well! It is pretty great!
Her show is a bit slow in the first season, but season two is a lot better! I cannot wait to watch the rest of this series too! I also can’t believe her universe is in the same one as Lilo’s.
Yanfei’s trailer music!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAf-8rpH2FE&list=PLWdDvGuDwBGu4YO9Ors_ahb6r13YEuxar&index=10
Links to the other heroes and heroines trailers.
(Kim’s POV + third’s POV)
To be honest, after college, I assumed my life would be a bit more peaceful. Turns out, life has other plans for me. Not that I mind, but I do question it. But then again, sometimes life throws an interest turn of events to you. I work for Whoop International Corporation.
The scene shows a young lady in a business suit commanding meetings and chatting with other office workers, one of them is Monique who is head of the design team, the other is Wade who oversees the communications department, and of course, her best friend, Ron, who is in charge of the marketing team.
I have wonderful friends and a loving family who support me through anything, and I mean anything.
Shows her and Ron wearing their casual clothes, a simple green tang top and blue jeans for Kim. Ron has a red shirt and black pants as they both were heading to Nosh Olé Café to share their usual meals together. Monique is wearing a red dress as she and Kim are at Cinnamon Chai’s Tea and Cake shop, having some tea together. Then, it cuts back to her apartment where she has a picture frame of her as a teenager with her two little brothers and her parents.
Thanks to this new power of mine, I was also able to make some new friends.
Shows herself being welcomed into the flat by three people who she was not expecting to make friends with. Two of them are overly excited while one is relatively calm about the situation. She is grateful for that.
Danny seems to be the most sensible among the group and often helps me schedule events and times. Star is too energetic for my tastes, but she is rather knowledgeable about legends and history. It is interesting to hear about something I never knew. Of course, Randy is a bit of a handful, but he means well. Actually, he’s a lot of fun to hang out with when it comes to dancing.
Danny and she are holding the book as they have papers scattered around themselves. Then, she is standing at a board and making a chart as Danny is holding the book and making suggestions to her. Star excitedly hugs Kim and then pulls her to another room to shove a bunch of books into her hands as she explains the history behind their city and other myths. The scene changes again to show her and Randy at a dance club. Randy is loudly enjoying the music until he starts dancing. Kim is impressed and joins him as they both share a laugh and dance together, exciting the crowd together.
But my life is much more than this now. I thought I would be running a simple company in the Americas. Now, I get a reason to use my kung fu and cheerleading moves! That’s right everyone, I am the Spy!
It is not late at night as Kim is in her hero form. She is running along the roof of a few buildings. She has her orange hair tied in a braid as a pair of goggles cover her eyes. She has a black tang top and tough, cargo, dark green jeans. She has black sneakers that can help her grind on rails. She has her belt around her waist and a pair of black gloves on as she is running from the robots chasing her.
And no one can stop me for getting what I want and doing what I need to do. So, don’t even try me!
She then stomps her foot on the ground to have it throw herself into the air! She lets out a holler as the robots look up at her. She waved her hands to make the earth break apart and smash into the robots. She lands on the broken robots and runs as a few more are coming after her. She takes a running start, jumps, and draws her grapple gun and uses it to hock onto an antenna and swing herself away from the robots. She lets out a happy cheer and let’s go of the grapple gun to front flip and land in the park. The robots are after her as she jumps to avoid a few that crash into her.
Yep, you can come at me with everything you have, but you won’t be able to stop me!
She waves her hand to make the earth rise and knock down the robots coming towards her. She jumps up, kicks back, and flip with the earth flowing her commands until there is nothing, but broken robot parts scattered around herself. She holds her head high, adjusted her gloves, and walked out of the park as she transformed back to herself.
Because I am Kim Possible! So, if you do need my help, don’t hesitate to call or beep me!
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IT’S OFFICIAL! AAYUSH SHARMA ONBOARDED FOR KABHI EID KABHI DIWALI
under the Salman Khan Films banner
Fresh off the success of his box office grosser, Antim: The Final Truth where he essayed the lead protagonist’s role, actor Aayush Sharma will be next seen in family drama Kabhi Eid Kabhi Diwali. The Farhad Samji directorial will see Sharma play a pivotal role as one of the on-screen brothers of the lead protagonist of the film essayed by Salman Khan. The film is loosely based on a cross cultural love story, with potent dosages of comedy, romance and action injected within the narrative that will make this film of brotherhood a must watch for family audiences.
The 32-year-old actor confirms, “Yes, I am a part of the film and I’m looking forward to experimenting with my cinematic aptitude with this project. From a romantic drama to an action film and now a family drama, I’m grateful with how my innings in the film industry have panned out. I’ve never wanted to limit my creative aesthetics within one genre and my creative aptitude has always been a reflection of versatility and diversity. Going forward I’d love to explore newer genres and newer formats that leverage my innate authenticity and passion for the performing arts.”
Speaking about how this film will mark his second film opposite Salman Khan and third film under the Salman Khan Films banner he expands, “I am extremely grateful and humbled. This will be my second film opposite bhai and never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d earn the rare opportunity to feature alongside him in two consecutive projects. From my perspective, I see it as a blessing because I get to hone my craft in the presence of one of the cinematic legends of the country. It has been a great learning curve for me and there are so many avenues that I need to conquer.”
The film is slated to hit theatres in the latter half of 2022 or early 2023. It is produced by Salman Khan Films .The principal cast of the film consists of Salman Khan, Pooja Hegde and Venkatesh. Several other actors are expected to join the ensemble – from Northern and Southern industries.
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Knowledge is Wrath
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Description: The Avatar of Wrath had mastered the art of pleasantries and placid smiles, a mask he wears nearly perfectly -- but if you try and take advantage of him, he won't hesitate to let it fall.
Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Hereeeeee's Satan and his glorious wrath!!
Note: Cabariel is a high-ranking demon named in the Ars Theurgia who has fifty dukes attend to him in the day, and another fifty dukes attend to him at night. Thalbus is one of the named night dukes, who are said to be deceitful and disobedient.
Can also be found on AO3 here.
content warning: gore gore gore, blood, body mutilation/horror
The Avatar of Wrath had mastered the art of pleasantries and placid smiles, burying the rage that always burned under his skin deep within the darkest parts of his soul. He would be more than wrath, more than the fury that everyone expected of him. At least, that is what he would constantly tell himself, knowing that many still found themselves on edge in his presence. It’s all an act, some who had witnessed his true self would say, others merely repeating it for his title and position alone.
There was a place where those whispers would fade away, however. The company of high-society, where he had gathered an array of acquaintances with whom he could discuss a variety of subjects, sharing his extensive knowledge and exchanging it for theirs. These connections only ran so deep, most never crossing the line into friendship -- but friendship is not what Satan sought. He wanted status, a curated image that placed him firmly in the echelons of the wise and out of the shadows of rage incarnate, out of the shadow of pride.
“Thank you again, Lord Satan. I can’t believe I’ll actually be able to see this scroll for myself!” A lesser demon eagerly walked alongside the Avatar of Wrath, accompanying him through the gates of the Demon Lord’s Castle.
“It’s my pleasure, Thalbus.” Satan gave the other his ever-polite smile. “Cabariel had mentioned multiple times that you were anxious to get a look at it, so I’m glad I can be of assistance.” Here he was, leading one such acquaintance to the Royal Archives housed at the castle. It was a privilege few had, one that Satan treasured greatly. He had been allowed by Lord Diavolo centuries ago to visit the archives as much as he pleased, and he did not let the offer go to waste.
They descend now, traversing through the grand passages of the castle -- both imposing and eerie, some corridors shrouded in darkness while others are aglow with flames. Portraits watched them pass by, whispered -- ‘a new visitor, how quaint’. Upon reaching the door that housed the array of treasured documents and scrolls, Satan whispers an incantation he knows well, the last of the words leaving his lips and turning into a spark of light that traces the intricate pattern carved in stone. With a click, the door opens, and the two walk in -- the door then heavily shutting behind them.
“Here we are.” Satan gestures to the main archive room, lined with towering shelves that nearly reached the domed ceiling. “Impressive, isn’t it?”
“It is, it is!” Thalbus gives him a grin, ever-so-slightly crooked. Clasping his hands together, his eyes scan the magnificent annals of the Devildom. “So … where is that scroll?”
“Impatient, aren’t we?” Satan merely smiles, though he feels the way his jaw wants to clench. “Come, it’s in one of the back rooms.”
Down a few aisles, through an archway, and they now are before a vitrine with a scroll neatly rolled out in full display, the parchment delicate from its age but its fibers intact due to restorative magic. It’s much smaller than one would expect, and thick ink is scrawled across it in ancient demonic tongue -- “The Word of the Regent”.
“Wow,” Thalbus gasps in awe, scuttling closer to the glass to get a good look at the prized artifact. “So it really does exist … “
“That it does.” Ah, what a smug look it was that now graced the Avatar’s features. “It really is fascinating, apparently written by one of the first kings. Many are still trying to decipher it’s more complicated and muddled passages, as it seems to speak of a series of powerful rituals that would grant whoever is able to perform it a great amount of power and wealth. Or, so say the urban legends, the actual validity is still debated and -- “
Satan continues to speak, showing off every bit of knowledge he has on the subject as Thalbus continues to admire the scroll. He gets a few ‘hmms’ and various other one-word acknowledgments in response, which is all he needs to continue his confident rambling. To be in the presence of another demon who understood the splendor of such a relic was refreshing, even if for only selfish reasons in that the Greater Demon could bestow an interested party in all his wisdom.
“Thank you once again, Lord Satan.” Thalbus gestures in great respect, hiding a rather satisfied smile as they both eventually leave the archive chamber. “I am incredibly lucky to have been able to be introduced to you, and to see the scroll for myself! Ah, what a dream come true!”
“Again, you are very welcome.” Picture-perfect smile, a steady gaze. They round a few corners, go down a flight of steps -- the portraits whisper again, “oh my, oh my”. They enter one of the dim passages, steps lost to shadows.
“Um, Lord Satan … forgive me, but is this the way back out?” Thalbus warily speaks up, eyes darting around the dark.
“Oh, no. No, it isn’t.” Satan laughs, shaking his head as a large smile stays plastered on his lips. A fool, the Avatar thinks to himself, he truly takes ME for a fool! How ridiculous, preposterous, outrageous. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice, Thalbus?”
“Pardon me?”
“Adorable, how you think you can feign innocence.” He laughs again, though malice bleeds through his voice this time. With a wave of his hand, the shriek of metal scraping against stone is heard -- a gate closes, and Thalbus now realizes he is trapped in a room with no escape. “So, why don’t you hand it over?”
“Oh … you mean, this?” The lesser demon produces a thin tube from his jacket, cocky grin splitting his lips. “I suppose you’re sharper than I realized. Didn’t think you would pay attention while you kept yapping and yapping.” How courageous, for him to act as if he wasn’t moments away from wrathful consequences, Thalbus would have one think. How utterly foolish, is what Satan knows.
Imperturbable smile still present, the Greater Demon steps closer and moves to snatch the contained scroll from the thief, but Thalbus has decided he’d much rather opt for more severe torment as he moves to hide it again. Were all demons of deceit this imprudent? The flames of wrath begin to grow within -- hotter, deadlier.
“How about we make a deal?” Thalbus tries. “You let me borrow the scroll, and I’ll grant you something in return.”
“Oh?” Satan’s smile widens, but his teeth grow sharper. “A deal you say? Truly, Thalbus, you continue to impress!” He begins to laugh, that laugh that sounded so melodic and cheerful and yet just a hint deranged. Satan tilts his head to the side, his eyes glowing a fierce green in the darkness. “You think that you of all demons can entice me with a deal? Just what could you possibly have to offer ME?” His laughter continues, growing more maniacal as his body continues to shift and distort. His claws grow longer, his tail thrashing about as flesh gives way at parts to bone, green flames tracing up his spine to match the searing verdant flames that now emit from his hollow eye sockets. “Have you forgotten who I am?”
Thalbus does not have time to respond, though the terror now present on every crevice of his being is answer enough. In an instant, claws are at his throat as he is held up against the wall, the sound of metal hitting the stone floor ringing out as the scroll slips from his grasp and rolls into the far corner of the room.
“Ah, looks like you’ve lost your bargaining chip!” There is a distortion to Satan’s voice, a grating echo. “That’s too bad.” His tail goes to flick at Thalbus’ cheek before roughly moving against his flesh, its sharp edges peeling away at his skin to reveal what lay underneath. The lesser demon tries to shriek, only to find no sound leaves him. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
Satan laughs again, before the claws of his other hand immediately go to grip Thalbus’ jaw, wrenching it open and piercing a claw through his aforementioned muscle. “Oh, guess it’s actually me.” As the lesser demon struggles, Satan can make out a garbled “Please!” as he sees tears leave the other’s eyes.
Please?
PLEASE?
What could this pathetic excuse of a demon, this wretch, this absolute shitstain be thinking that begging “please” would help get him out of this? This situation that he only had himself to blame, for daring to think that he could outwit Satan. The flames that danced atop wrath’s form grew brighter, hotter, larger -- and he unhooks his claw from the demon's tongue to instead grab hold of his jaw once more and rip it clean off his skull. Blood gurgles up and spills from the deceitful demon’s open cavity of a throat, muffling his continued screams which only sounded like music to Wrath’s ears.
Rage overflowed through every fiber of Satan’s being, his mind now clouded and his vision blurred among the inferno. His blood boils as he descends into madness, a flurry of demonic curses escaping through grotesque fangs until words become unintelligible screams that shake the stone walls in his fury.
Idiot, idiot, idiot, IDIOT!
The sharp bony horn that now protrudes from Wrath’s forehead is lowered to skewer an eye, then the other. Piece by piece, Thalbus is torn apart -- claws ripping apart limbs, teeth tearing out his organs, horn impaling muscle, tail grinding bone -- all while the smell of burnt flesh fills the room as flames lick at the remains. The sickening sounds of the lesser demon’s body being completely obliterated fill the otherwise empty chamber, a song of violence.
He is long dead before Satan is finished with him, painting the walls and floor with ichor and tissue and ashes of whatever else comprised the once corporeal form of Cabariel’s duke.
Ah, right. Cabariel …
Deep breath, count to ten … and Satan feels his form shift again, sharp edges folding away as his more human form comes into place. The haze in his mind is gone, the flames put out, the wrath forcibly buried back down as rage subsides. He is himself again, he thinks, for obviously this was who he was and not that beast that had just reared its head.
Yes. Himself.
He walks over to the corner of the room, deftly picking up the nearly stolen artifact. Rage begins to unfurl within him once more, but he must keep it at bay. This problem had been taken care of, disaster avoided. Cabariel would not be pleased to know that he was short a duke, but that was the least of Satan’s worries -- after all, Cabariel should be glad that it wasn’t his throat Satan came for next.
Another look around the room, and a tired sigh leaves the Avatar’s lips. He had purposely lured Thalbus away from the Royal Archives, but still ...
… Barbatos was not going to be pleased.
#obey me#obey me swd#obey me!#obey me shall we date#obey me satan#om! satan#obey me fic#demons being demons#series: a demon's nature#the all encompassing [mod] cosmos#more of the angry wrathful satan that the game needs to give us#hhh I hope this is okay#he's the last of the bros for now though I'm gonna go back and do a second asmo one too#since these all got ... longer ...
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