#gabi sequel

[pippinoftheshire]

It's not any kind of WIP day but GUYSSSS I FINALLY WROTE THE GALLYA KISS FOR ISTANBUL! (oh wait... isn't there a Friday Kiss Tag or something??? I forget)

Anyway:

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It’s that evening, after the dinner Solo cooks, that it happens.

They’re all still uncertain. Still coming to terms with each other- each trying in their own way to sand down the rough edges of the team. To make it run smoothly. It seems to be working. Two steps forward, one step back. But it feels like progress, slow as it might be. Something catching, turning like a rusty gear. An avalanche, gathering momentum.

And then Solo excuses himself, pleading a headache from too much wine and sunlight, and it’s just Illya and Gaby. Alone on the upstairs balcony. With the city spread out below them in the gathering twilight, orange streetlamps flickering on, casting a warm glow. There’s a bite of salt in the air, and a certain magic Illya can’t quite pinpoint.

Whatever it is, it drags him in, places his hand on her shoulder. Tentative. A question.

She turns to look up at him, pupils blown from the wine, her eyes dark and fathomless. He knows her face so well, and it has been such a short amount of time. She should still be alien to him… but instead Illya finds that the truth is he’s not sure what he’ll do when she leaves. And she will. Eventually. Like Solo, he has ties to his country. A handler who will inevitably end whatever this is that he’s managed to find.

But for now, Illya doesn’t think about that. All he thinks about is tucking a stray lock of her chocolate-colored hair behind a delicate ear. How her lips part, a shaky sigh escaping as he brushes a thumb over her cheek, cups her face.

She smiles. Something secret. Just for him, and says, soft as a summer wind, “Yes, Illya. It’s okay.”

He’d never thought it would be like this. Of course he’s kissed a woman before, he’s not dead. But Illya has never been one for romantic attachments. It’s too dangerous in his line of work. His duty is supposed to be to his country.

But her lips are soft and she tastes like heady wine and chocolate, and he can feels the moment his resolve shatters like a mirror to tile. Her teeth a gentle tug on his lip as she wordlessly asks.

When they end up on the bed, both filled with a certain kind of wonder at the chance they’re taking, she smiles again, her eyes swimming with so much that he thinks he might drown in them.

“Illya,” she murmurs, her small hands on his scars, and there’s no distaste. Just careful warmth.

And he thinks, to himself and with a sudden moment of hopeless clarity, that perhaps this is what he’s been missing.

tagging @justabigoldnerd, @vnyu73, @heytheredeann, @too-young-to-fall-in-love

@freddiepurrcury, @falling-into-peril, @the-golden-comet,

@prettyboynapoleonsolo, @mybelovedillya because I have to scream about the fact that I'm actually getting somewhere again!

[punctuation-completionist]

RAAAGHH YOU HAVE AN INTERROBANG IN YOUR MERCH!!!!!!

NOBODY I KNOW IRL KNOWS WHAT IT IS/EVERYONE THINKS I MADE IT UP

/pos

! /

2/22

a fellow interrobang appreciator‽ yay!! it's been a real thing since the sixties and it's a real classic so... of course i had to make a merch of it!

[bigmammallama5]

ao3 gonna be down? no problem! (any supercorp fics you can rec to download durin' this time? and any fave fics of yours to suggest? i've read all your stuff and i gotta be picky for my poor phone memory lmao)

<33333 you are very sweet thank you for attempting to trust my terrible memory LOL but my brain has been all over the place in terms of writing and reading the past year, so forgive me for this vague and generic answer.

I guess that depends on what you're in the mood for! I know we all love the big writers (Jazz, Jill, Thorned Rose, I know I'm missing names please forgive my broken brain) so maybe pick a handful there that are either a oneshot or long form for some variety? I know I personally have some ranging from single chapter oneshots to multi-chapter, I think the others do too. The zine when it was running introduced some nice fics as well, that's a roster to still check out though I'm not sure if some of those authors still write. I will say there were a lot of nice fics from the last big bang too last summer! Definitely go look through there and pick out a couple if you want to stay occupied for a few hours. There was also a recent event Supergirl Mayhem this spring that was more than supercorp but looked like a lot of fun! I know it's a broad answer but I struggle picking favorites and I know there are a lot of not-as-well-known authors out there who write bangers.

If anyone following me has a favorite comfort supercorp fic please drop the title/author in the notes!

[mnzbrg]

they just don't make movies like this anymore

[mepple98]

Did we almost get a The Man From U.N.C.L.E. sequel?

It brokes my heart to say it, but we can't deny that the MASTERPIECE of a movie that is 2015 The Man From U.N.C.L.E. was a financial flop. On a budget of $75 million, it only managed to gross $110 million worldwide. It's clear a sequel was not on the cards...

And yet, with years the movie managed to find an audience. An audience that got progressively more vocal about wanting a sequel. But probably the loudest voice was the one of (2015) Illya Kuryakin himself: Armie Hammer.

He released multiple quotes about wanting to make a sequel and talking about it with Lionel Wigram (writer and producer of the movie). Obviously, though, nothing came out of it for years...

Until the 5th of May 2020.

Out of the blue, the twitter and instagram accounts for the movie came back to life with a post celebrating Henry Cavill's birthday.

Now, that's suspicious. That's odd.

Why bother since the account had been dead for 5 years? As you can see, before that, their last twitter post had been a retweet (about someone speaking the truth!) from 2015. What was this really about?

The instagram account then posted about Black Lives Matter on May 31.

The accounts went dormant again until August 28 of the same year. This time, with a post celebrating Armie Hammer's birthday.

On November 2020, Armie Hammer posted this to his instagram stories:

(credit to: @el3anorrigbyworld)

Sure, like I said before, Armie multiple times mentioned the fact that he and Wigram would talk about a sequel... But this direct call to action? Considering that the official accounts had started posting again, is it possible that something was finally happening behind the scenes?

Also, the scene from the movie The Gentlemen (2019) directed by Guy Ritchie (the man behind TMFU as well) where a character says that the movie he's working on "Needs a sequel" with a The Man From U.N.C.L.E. poster behind him, took a slightly different connotation after all this.

Maybe after 5 years, we were going to get something more than "It might happen one day!". Maybe there were some chances Warner Brothers wanted to bet on a sequel? Could it finally go into production?

Well, we didn't have to wait long to find out an answer to this because in January 2021 this happened:

(Note: as you can see this article is from March 2021. This image is just for context. The first allegations against him started to come out in January 2021)

If at the end of 2020, the chances of a sequel might have risen up to 5%, after this they precipitated back to 0% again. A sequel for this itineration or The Man From U.N.C.L.E. simply wasn't meant to be.

On May 5th 2021 the official accounts, shared another post to celebrate Henry's birthday. But since then, the accounts have gone radio silent again.

As I'm writing this (22/01/2025) the 10th anniversary of the movie (August 14, 2015) is approaching us. I'm left wondering, will the accounts come back for one last post? I highly doubt it. For one reason: Armie Hammer. He was once the movie's stronger supporter, but now, he has become the most toxic thing about it.

So, did we almost get a The Man From U.N.C.L.E. sequel?

Eh. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Even with these "receipts" I doubt it. However, I still find it curious that the official accounts started posting again so randomly. What was the point? We'll probably never find out... But I just can't stop thinking about it.

However, I'm sure that, eventually, we'll get something else TMFU-related. For best or for worst, Hollywood loves a good remake/reboot.

[pippinoftheshire]

Thanks for the tag, darling 💖

From The Istanbul Affair:

Solo is still a bit of an enigma, Illya can’t help thinking, as they reach the top floor. The stained-glass windows are wide, warm air billowing the curtains like peaceful ghosts. The floor is varnished wood, walls hung with elegantly woven rugs, colors faded by the sunlight, and it echoes under their shoes as Madam Zahide pauses to throw open two doors on the left of the small hall that leads off from the airy room. “Here two rooms,” she says, before halting once more, this time at the end of the hall, to open another door. “Here another room. You fight between yourselves who sleep where.” Solo gives her a small, polite nod, before he ducks into the room down the end without any discussion. Illya’s not sure whether to be pleased that he’s right next to Gaby, or hurt that Solo chose to be so far away from them. A hand on his arm draws his gaze downwards. Gaby’s smiling up at him, a small, sad curl of her lips. “Give him time,” she murmurs. “He’ll come around.” Illya smiles back, a lump in his throat, unsure why it means so much to him.

tagging @vnyu73, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @falling-into-peril

@heytheredeann, @cha-melodius, @the-golden-comet

@too-young-to-fall-in-love, @bighandsforabigheart, @nicijones

@huggiebird, @prettyboynapoleonsolo, @mybelovedillya

@freddiepurrcury for this not-a-Wednesday-but-let's-do-it-anyway WIP Wednesday

Thank you so much @kcscribbler for the tag 💕

Unfortunately, I may be on hiatus from everything for a little while, so instead of a WIP excerpt, have an unpublished nightmare drabble based on a new reoccurring dream I've been having that I of course had to shove onto my favorite punching bag ✨️

(Also, the fancy divider is from @enchanthings , go check them out 💕)

In the meantime, no pressure tagging @huggiebird @happybean17 @falling-into-peril @heytheredeann @pippinoftheshire

@bighandsforabigheart @mybelovedillya @cha-melodius @the-golden-comet @thattripleabattery

@too-young-to-fall-in-love @times-up-alone-tonight @vnyu73 @nicijones @prettyboynapoleonsolo

And an Open Tag for anyone who wants to join!!

Character: Illya Kuryakin

Warnings: Angst, Nightmares, emotional hurt/no comfort

"Open Your Eyes (Or Just Try To)"

Illya had never been a dreamer. When he slept, only blackness greeted his consciousness. Nightmares weren't uncommon, however they were often replays of unsavory memories or missions gone wrong. Near death experiences, fearing for his partners’ lives, the abuse of old handlers, his father's screams and his mother's belt. They were never abstract, like those of his peers. Monsters never haunted him, imaginary killers or threats that were laughable once awakened never manifested.

But recently, they've been changing.

Now, they often begin with the chaotic sounds of agony and brutality that herald a battle. It's faint at first; distant, just out of reach, but still close enough to make his heart pound. Then the echoing gunshots encroach, the shouting grows louder, death looms over the horizon. Adrenaline pulses through his veins and he tries to ready himself for whatever hell is approaching. Illya tries to ready himself, to take in his surroundings and make a plan, but it's too dark. Thick, inky black clouds his vision, and while he's able to get his weapon armed and in his hands, he can't see anything around him. And when the war drums are upon him, its not his own scream that reaches his ears first.

It's Gaby's.

Or Solo's.

Or sometimes they both give their cry of pain or effort from either side of him, before the distorted clashes of metal and flesh drown him. But no matter what he hears, the darkness prevails. He can claw at his eyes, try to rip the wool off or shred his eyelids enough to see, but all can glimpse is fractured images and light before its darkness once again.

Other nights, he drifts into the warmth and safety of a London flat, though he can never tell which one. He can feel the cushioned couch or armchair beneath him, hear the music crackling from the radio, the laughter of his partners as they bicker in the kitchen or dance in the living room. Illya wants nothing more than to see for himself this beautiful reality, one he hadn't let himself believe to be possible. But yet again, something keeps his vision blackened. Yet again, he's robbed of the sense that was drilled into him to keep on high alert at all times. He scrubs at his eyes until they burn, rinses them with water, tries to manually pry open his heavy eyelids, but nothing works. He's tormented by the almosts, the golden lighting that creeps through the tiny cracks between his lashes. He feels someone tug at his arm, with words of encouragement he can never quite remember. But his mind is clouded.

All he can think about is that his eyes are glued shut.

The scenarios change, but that single recurring fact is what unnerves him the most. Illya is never able to open his eyes. This simple task, something instinctual, that he shouldn't even have to think to achieve, he has somehow failed over and over and over again.

Illya wakes up in a cold sweat, disoriented, eyes wide and wild. He tracks every inch of his bedroom, memorizing the space repeatedly until the blood stops marching in his ears and his chest stops heaving.

He's never been able to get back to sleep after those nightmares. Mostly because, as childish as it sounds, he doesn't want to risk closing his eyes. So he just sits up, knees drawn to his chest, and stares at the slit in the curtains over his window, watching indigo fade into gray, gray into lilac, lilac into orange, and orange into blue.

And he keeps his eyes open for as long as he can stand it.

[trinity-trouble]

i've been

the exact same person

my entire life

based on this post

from left to right and top to bottom:

Trevor Belmont, Sypha Belnades and Alucard Tepes from Castlevania series

Parker, Eliot Spencer and Alec Hardison from Leverage series

Poe Dameron, Finn and Rey from Star Wars sequels trilogy

Annalise, Nathan and Gabriel from The Bastard Son & The Devil Himself series

Miranda Barlow/Hamilton, Thomas Hamilton and James Flint/McGraw from Black Sails series

Roy Kent, Keeley Jones and Jamie Tartt from Ted Lasso series

Nathan Wuornos, Audrey Parker and Duke Crocker from Haven series

Mel Medarda, Viktor and Jayce from Arcane series

Tulio, Chel and Miguel from The Road to El Dorado (2000)

Jack Sparrow, Will Turner and Elizabeth Swan from Pirates of the Carribean movies

Gaby Teller, Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo from The Man From Uncle (2015)

and also special mention (because i don't have any good images of them three together) to:

Yennefer of Vengerberg, Jaskier and Geralt of Rivia from the Witcher

Bea, Ludo and Mahdi from Blocco 181 series

and how to forget, Katya Goncharova, Andrey Daddano and Goncharov from Goncharov (1973) (2022)

[yougavemeyourheartyouknow]

Baby daddy Masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♡-smut minors do not interact.

For college days and husband Mig, the drabbles will be released out of order, but will be organized on the Masterlist in chronological order.

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College days prequels!:

✭ Miguel’s and readers meet cute

✭ Craving at 3am

✭ Gabi’s first words

✭ You up?

Present time with baby daddy! (Blurbs):

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 5.5

Part 6 ♡ Part 6.5 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Husband Miguel sequels!:

✭ Baby number two’s gender reveal

✭ It’s your turn

Extra: If baby daddy!Miguel was spiderman part 2

[cenittxnadir]

Lunch Box SingleDad!Miguel O´Hara x Reader

I think i'm going to make a small serie of SingleDad Miguel. Its going to have small fics, drabbles and headcanons. This is the second one I make, but is not a sequel so can read it any order you want.

You have been dating Miguel for awhile now and everything was perfect. Gaby and you got along quite fast, a little too fast. But she loves you and you love her.

Her favorite thing is the weekend, that means that you would stay at their house, so she has you and her dad for two whole days. She knows that Miguel has a time consuming job yours was a little more flexible but still.

Miguel loved how things were going, he was really happy but he couldn't help to feel a little bit jealous about the little bond you made with her daughter. Don't get him wrong, he loves you both, of course his type of love is different from one to another. He loves how you care for Gabriela and how she loves to spend time with you, but sometimes he feels that he's left outside. He just couldn't help it, he wants to have that communication that you have with her daughter, she tells you things that probably she would never tell him about, on the other side, he wants to have your full undivided attention only for him. There are days when he doesn't want to share his daughter and others when he doesn't want to share you.

You knew about it, he gets all grumpy when he hears you talking low in Gaby's room when you have your "girls night". He has tried to walk "by accident" in the middle of your chat only to get a "it's nothing" in response and then a few giggles when he leaves the room. Gaby and you use this to bother him.

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It had just past one of those weekends, and now it was monday, your day off, so you didn´t left.

Miguel heard his alarm sound, he turn it off with a groan and turn his boby to reach you, but he felt your bed space empty he got up quickly from his place looking for you, you were nowhere in the bedroom, all lights where out except for the little light that came out under the door meaning someone was on the kitchen or living room.

Against his will he got up, he felt cold without your presence. He rubbed his sleepines off his face with his hands. He didn´t want to get up yet, he would dragg you back to bed and sleep late until he had to "call sick" so he can spend more time with you.

When he arrived to the kitchen he saw you there, looking for something in the freezer, you were still in pijamas wich was pretty much some shorts and a shirt courtesy of Miguel's closet. He can hear the sizzle of the pans on the stove and the smell of whatever you were cooking.

"What are you doing up? It´s 6:15 am" His voice was low and groggy.

You gave a little jump, you didn´t expected to see him awake you turn to see him with a hand in her chest. "Dios mío Miguel, give me a warning." He just kept looking at her waiting for an answer. "Oh, I´m making a lunch box for Gabriela"

"Why? She eats at school" He look at you more confused

"Oh, well hehe, she told me that last week there was an insect on her smash potatoes"

"Why I didn´t knew about this?" An insect on his daugther´s food!? That was unacceptable, he would definitely change her from school.

"Because she didn´t want to worry you, besides i´m more than happy to cook for her, its not the first time I make her a lunch box, I usually made them in my apartment and bring them to her school in my luch hour" You star packing everything in her lunch box - funny thing: it was from Spiderman-

His eyes never left you, he followed every movement you made until his stomach rumbled in the middle of the silences. You looked at him. "I´m going to start breakfast. Go get ready."

He gave one last look to the lunch box then he turn to you standing in the middle just like a small kid. "Hmmm... Love? Can i get..." he lower his voice.

You turn to see him "You can get what?"

"I said if I could get..." Again. He wisper

"Mi amor habla más fuerte, no te entiendo. ¿Qué necesitas?"

"Que si puedo tener una yo también" He exchange looks between the lunch box and you.

"A lunch box? You want me to make one for you?"

"Yes please"

You couldn't keep yourself from smiling "Claro que si mi amorcito, I can make you one" You grab his face "Go get ready for work"

Minutes later everyone had finished eating Gabi clean the table while Miguel was getting his stuff in the trunk once he was done he told Gabriela to get in the car and wait for him.

He ran back to the kitchen to grab his lunch box in the counter.

"Wait Miguel, you forgot your dessert" You handle him a small box similar to the bigger one which contains the main food only that this one was cold. "Keep it cold until dessert time my love, its a surprise"

"Gracias"

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He can´t concentrate in work, he was constantly looking to the small freezer that he kept in his office, far from Hobie - he tend to stole his food- checking allmost every minute his watch hoping time moves faster so lunch time could arrive and finaly eat whatever you made him.

Finally lunch time arrived and he enjoy every single bite of his food, he felt like a kid again, eating home food in peace. Once hi finished his food he began to clean everything until he found the small box, he was full but he didn´t care it was his dessert, made by his lovly girlfirend, of course he´s going to eat it.

He opened the box, it took him a while to process what was happening, he grabbed what was inside lifting it up to get a better look. It was a strawberry, a blue one, with something red on it. Once he took a better look he almost let a squeal scape his lips, they were straberries covered in blue chocolate with some marks made with red chocoalte pretending to be his Spiderman mask.

He was definitely going to hide them from Hobie.

[esmedelacroix]

𝑚𝑖𝑔𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑜'𝚑𝑎𝑟𝑎

Anything that contains smut will have a red asterisk next to it. Example: smut*

Anything crossed out is a work in progress. Example: Work in progress

Completed Series:

Coffee Shop Love: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Sequel: Sweet Tooth*

Holiday Comfort: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3

The Best Gift: Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Pt.8, Pt.9

Mini Series:

10 Things I Hate About You

Drabbles:

Tabhair ‘om póg, is Éireannach mé[kiss me, I'm Irish]

Gorgeous

Ice Skating

Snowman

Miguel And Your Baby Bump !

Miguel as a "Boy Dad" !

Gabi's First Words !

All the ways you disappoint me

All the ways I defy you

All the ways we love

Mr. O'Hara*

A Real Knight Isn't Afraid To Get Blood On His Sword...*

Requests:

Triple Trouble

On-going series:

Romeo e Giulietta: Pt.0, Pt.1, Pt.2, Pt.3, Pt.4, Pt.5, Pt.6, Pt.7, Pt.8

[pippinoftheshire]

Still working on my magnum opus, but it’s finally entered production 🎉

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63028204/chapters/161415739

(The link function ain’t working properly lol)

[cha-melodius]

if you're still doing hug prompts, either 16 or 17 for Napoleon/Illya? thank you! <3

-prettyboynapoleonsolo

(aaaaand the last one! This is a sequel to the first hug prompt I did for these two, although it's only briefly mentioned. And I did both numbers, since they naturally fit together. Thanks so much for sending this in!)

16: The “it’s okay, I’m here” hug; 17: The hug where they have their other hand rubbing circles on your back, kisses littering your hair, words of comfort on the tip of their tongue.

Sometimes, a mission goes sideways and you have to make an impossible decision. Sometimes, there’s no time to get word to your team. Sometimes, you have no choice but to do something that you know they’re going to hate you for because the alternative is that they’re not alive later to be mad at you, and that’s an easy choice, in the end.

It works. By all accounts, Napoleon is inside the building when it goes up in a fiery explosion. He’s not, of course—he throws himself out a window at the back, plunging into the harbor below. It’s winter, and the icy water nearly knocks the breath from his lungs, but he forces himself to stay under until he’s far enough away that no one will see him surface in the dark, even if they were able to get past the inferno to look for him.

It takes him a while to find somewhere he can slip out of the water, and even longer to make his way back into the main part of the city. Part of that is because it’s freezing and he’s soaking wet, and he becomes so close to hypothermic that he has to find a cheap flophouse and huddle under a ragged blanket until he’s dry and he stops shaking so violently that his teeth threaten to crack.

For a brief moment, he considers seizing the unexpected freedom by his apparent death and simply disappearing. Six months ago, he’d have done just that. Now, it’s impossible. He knows that his partners care deeply for him. He knows that neither of them will take this very well. Still, he’s not quite expecting to return to the safehouse to find holes in the walls, not a single stick of furniture intact, and Illya sitting in the middle of the debris, slumped and bleeding. It’s been a while since Illya has had an episode like this, and Napoleon had forgotten the sheer magnitude of the destruction he was capable of.

Most people would hesitate before approaching Illya when he’s like this. Napoleon breaks into a run to close the distance faster. Illya doesn’t react to his presence, not even when Napoleon drops to his knees next to him, not even when Napoleon reaches out to grab him. Napoleon takes his face in both hands, forcing Illya to meet his eyes, though it’s painfully clear from the glazed look on his face that he doesn’t actually see him.

“Peril, hey,” he says urgently, trying to get Illya to snap out of it. “Where’s Gaby?”

Illya blinks slowly, and when he speaks, it’s in Russian, like he’s reverted to some automatic conditioning to respond to orders. “Gone. To meet Pike.”

Napoleon doesn’t know whether to feel proud or offended that she’s off continuing to work their asset like nothing happened. Then again, she’s always been one to bottle up emotions, only pouring them out later through an actual bottle, and sometimes not even then. Really, it’s the fact that she went without Illya. She wouldn’t have left him in this state, but it must have also been clear he was in no condition to work. The implications are almost as staggering as finding Illya like this in the first place.

They haven’t embraced since that day in Illya’s apartment, after he’d been discharged and Napoleon had almost fallen apart in his relief. Casual touches that have grown more intimate in the intervening months, sure. That time they had to share a bed in Rouen and Napoleon had felt the heat of Illya’s body radiating across the narrow space between them like they’d been pressed together, absolutely. But they’d never allowed the vulnerability of seeking comfort in each other’s arms.

Now, he lets his hands slip down to Illya’s shoulders and pulls him in, wrapping his arms around Illya’s shoulders as he slumps against Napoleon’s chest, his bloody fingers reaching out and clenching desperately into Napoleon’s shirt. Napoleon’s not even sure he’s aware of who he’s clinging to, but some part of him must know he’s safe, because his body relaxes as Napoleon rubs a comforting hand between his shoulder blades and presses his face into Illya’s hair.

“It’s ok, Illya,” he murmurs, “I’m here. It’s me. I’m here.”

He doesn’t know how long they sit there on the hard floor, his legs going numb where they’re folded beneath them, only that he’d sit here forever if it’d help Illya and somehow, that’s not as terrifying a thought as it should be. When Gaby returns, she finds them like that, and her face gives away a dizzying array of emotions—shock, outrage, horror, worry—before she lands on something like exasperated relief. Napoleon’s pretty sure Illya’s unintentionally saved him from her fury. 

“I’ll make tea,” she very nearly sighs, falling into old, half-forgotten routines from early in their partnership, as she hangs her coat up and she heads into the safehouse’s small kitchen.

Napoleon shifts, more in an attempt to get some blood back into his legs than anything else, but Illya’s grip tightens on him anyway.

“Don’t go,” he rasps, this time in his own voice instead of the odd robotic one from before.

“There you are,” Napoleon murmurs back, pressing a kiss to his temple before he can think better of it. “Not going anywhere, Peril. Promise.”

[fabseg-creator]

My review about Miraculous World: Paris, Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noir

This is a (first) review about a Miraculous element (especially an episode form Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir).

This post contains spoilers.

Today, I've watched the Special Episode. I am prepared for the watching. I will reveal my aggregation in the end of the post.

And now, time to read:

Plot:

This happens in the same moment (at the night) as the episode Destruction (5.03). After Monarch has been cataclysmed at the left arm and before he configurates the stolen Miraculouses.

In a parallel world, a Butterfly superhero named Hesperia (Gabriel Agreste/Gabi Grassette) who is helped by Alya, Nino, Max and Markov, leaves his homeworld universe for escape from Shadybug (Toxinelle) and Claw Noire (Griffe Noire), two evil versions of Ladybug and Cat Noir. When the three characters come to the Ladybug and Cat Noir main universe, Hesperia teams up with the two titular heroes for make the ShadyClaw duo into good people. At the other side, the evil counterparts try to steal the Butterfly miraculous to Hesperia (and later to try to combine the Ladybug and Cat powers for make their wishes).

I've learned about news elements in the Miraculous lore by watching the Special:

They exist some billions an infinity of Parallel Worlds in the lore.

Each Parallel World is home to one Tikki and one Plagg (so One Ladybug holder and one Cat holder).

The inconvenients from the Ladybug's and Cat's powers (secondary effects)due to their excessive using. Shadybug and Claw Noire cause their own deterioration in their bodies by using their power for the evil.

The morale about the hope in dark and sad moments (Thanks, Hesperia.)

The parallel world (ShadyClaw/Hesperia's world) is a dystopian world ruled by the Supreme

Hesperia's, Shadybug's and Claw Noir's backstories

What I liked:

The Hesperia opening in the intro (that was WTF but that was fun)

The coming of Shadybug and Claw Noire, their odd relationships

The Claw Noir's lines and moments

The Kamiko (good alternate name to Akuma)

The akumatization forms: Chat Céleste (Cat Noir) and Ubiquity (first Alya and later Ladybug)

Ladyfly (Marinette with Ladybug + Butterfly unification)

The travels across multiple parallel worlds (Hi, Scarabella and Kitty Noire. Hi, Mister Bug and Ladynoire.)

The concept of Re-Verse (the idea of what would Marinette and Adrien have looked like if theirs lives had been different from the Canon)

The thing how Monarch has failed (again) to take the Ladybug and Cat Miraculouses when he travelled across parallel worlds.

What I disliked:

The lack of end post-credits scene: I would like to see what happens in the Hesperia's world after the battle (interractions between the reformed Shabybug and Claw Noire, Hesperia, Alya ans Nino about reconciliation ans reorganisation of the Resistance against the Supreme).

The absence of other Miraclass counterparts, Luka, Kagami, Félix, Zoé, Chloé and Lila/Cerise (Only Alya, Nino, Max and Markov from the class appear in the episode as parallel counterparts)

The missing full appearance of the Supreme (his/her appearance from the shadow for reveal himself/herself/themself to spectators could make the cliffhanger effect for a sequel).

What I want to know for the future:

The most intriguing point, for me, is: The Supreme (This hidden character I have just mentioned in this post)

Who is the Supreme ? Human or Deity ? Big Brother (1984, George Orwell) ? How do s/he looks like ?

All I've learned about him/her/them is:

The Supreme is an entity/being who rules the Hesperia's homeworld (possibly the Hesperia's entire universe).

S/He is a tyrant, a dictator (worst than Chloé, possibly more machiavelic and charismatic than Cerise, more dangerous than Monarch) on this Earth (or simply Paris).

S/He hates the Love, the Freedom/Liberty, the Justice, the Happiness, positive emotions and particularly the superheroes.

It's him/her/they who is THE overarching antagonist of the Paris Special (even if s/he is only mentioned many times). S/He's so more antagonistical than Monarch.

S/He makes Hesperia and the Resistance from this world (and by extension Ladybug 2 (former Shadybug) and Cat Noir 2/Paw Noir (former Claw Noir)) as Outlaws.

It's him/her/them who given the Ladybug and Cat miraculous to Emo Marinette and Emo Adrien. Ironical and Ridiculous from the Supreme !

S/He is too powerful, too surnatural and too overcheated: s/he has a great control on the Miraculous Ultimate Absolute Power. S/He has implanted a blockage spell on Tikki and Plagg for prevent anyone to summon Gimmi.

ML theory: I'm thinking the Supreme is probably a evil type of Guardian of Miraculouses. A Fallen Guardian (NOT Master Fu NOR Su-Han). S/He has many knowledges about Miraculouses and their using + the Absolute Power.

My personal aggregation on the Paris Special:

I've enjoyed to see the episode. The narrative is excellent. The idea of Multiverse in the Miraculous lore is well found. The various animations from the episode are fun. Miraculous World: Paris, Tales of Shadybug and Claw Noire is a wonderful episode.

Result: 10/10

[bowenandjohnson]

watched culpa mia (my fault) on amazon with nicole wallace, gabriel guevara, and lucas nabor — for being “trashy,” it was actually watchable trash, as it seemed to be more self-aware of the realm it was playing in. it was also more watchable, because unlike so many other movies like this, nicole & gabi actually have chemistry… like INSANE chemistry. i would love to see them in an actual rom-com, because I would. EAT. THAT. UP.

(ps: lucas also kissed nicole in a scene, & it took me out ☠️☠️☠️)

⭐️⭐️⭐️.5/5 — i assume a sequel is coming

[wanderingmind867]

Part three of me listing books on my bookshelf that i've read. At this point i'm feeling tired from writing, but I might as well commit and finish this damn thing. But once i'm done, I'm doing back to reading comics and maybe watching tv with my dad once he gets home from work. Because this is shockingly draining. So here we go:

The Neil Flambe Capers by Kevin Sylvester (I think these are my only books that are actually Canadian written. I think I found them in my public library years ago, and I was hooked. Cooking based Detective Novels about a lonely, socially awkward teenage cooking savant? They were pretty fun. My one criticism? They ended on a cliffhanger, and they haven't made a seventh book to resolve the cliffhanger! It's been at least five years! That still bugs me!).

The Land of Stories series by Chris Colfer (I never watched Glee, so this is my only experience with Chris Colfer. I thought he was a pretty good writer. I really liked his stuff, although I never did get around to finishing the series. Knowing how finicky I am on endings, I worry that the ending would leave me upset and unsatisfied. But putting that aside, his characters were pretty good. I still remember that he chose to portray Mother Goose as a wild old woman who liked alcohol. That was fun. I also liked the Prince who was turned into a Frog, but then just embraced it and kept to himself, living lonely and alone for years).

Some of the Rick Riordan Presents books (I have the Aru Shah books, although I only ever got around to reading the first one. I have the first one in the Tristan Strong series, though I haven't read it. I read Sal and Gabi break the Universe, and it was really funny and enjoyable. I read The Storm Runner by JC Cervantes, but I don't remember much of the plot, and I never got around to the sequels. I read Race to the Sun by Rebecca Roanhorse, which was a great book that taught me about Navajo myth. I read Dragon Pearl by Yoon Ha Lee, but it was a space opera type of story, and I didn't love it excessively. And I apparently own one The Last Fallen Star by Graci Kim. Seriously, I forgot I owned this book. How can you forget owning a book!?).

The Hardy Boys series (I don't remember when I picked these books up, but I ended up with like the first 20 of these books. They weren't bad, although I don't really remember them too well nowadays. But for being children's detective fiction written in the 30s and 40s, it was pretty good. The one interesting thing about them? No known writer. They were written by multiple different people under one pseudonym, so we can only guess at the writers. I once considered trying the Nancy Drew books, since they were made by the same publisher and just featured a female lead instead of male leads. But I never got around to owning them).

The Underland Chronicles by Suzanne Collins (In elementary school, a French teacher I had suggested these books to me. I told her I hated the Hunger Games, and she said these books were her preferred books from Suzanne Collins. So I read them. And yeah, they were far superior to The Hunger Games. But they're also so goddamn sad. Their ending made me feel miserable, because it was one of those endings where the character could never return to the fantasy realm. And that made me really sad).

I also have picked up a lot of humour books over the years. At least ten of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid books and stuff like that. But I never felt like bringing those books to school, so those were sort of like my secret (I guess). But I do like a lot of humour. Comedy is something I almost always enjoy. But this has all been so much writing, that i'm finally exhausted. So i'm done now. sigh.

[pippinoftheshire]

thank you as ever for the tag @justabigoldnerd💖

From The Istanbul Affair:

He’s halfway to the upstairs bathroom when he hears her voice echo from downstairs. “This isn’t what trying looks like,” she says sharply, and Illya can imagine her narrow gaze, brown eyes like knives. “For the record.” “Not today,” says Solo, short and flat. “I can’t do this today.” “It’s only been two days, Solo!” A door slams, and Illya hears her spit a hissed “Tch.” He takes refuge in the bathroom before she can make her way back to his level, cold water sluicing from the shower and rolling a shiver over his skin.

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Here are the last seven sentences I wrote for the werewolf Illya × vampire Solo fic, now solidly titled "Children of The Discreet"

“YA veryu tebe,” Illya promises, shattering the restraint Solo had been desperately hanging onto. The tips of his fangs pierce Illya's skin, and the wolf reacts immediately. Illya makes a sound half-way between a snarl and a moan and the fingers digging into to his back extend into claws. Solo delights in the burn in his skin and eases his fangs deeper into the artery.  Sunlight. Pure sunlight. Thick blood fills his mouth with a burning heat, scorching down his throat as if he'd swallowed holy fire.

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