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aliasfreak47 @ 2006-10-04T23:23:00

2006-10-04T22:28:09Z

When it comes to obsessions, Michelle wins. Ok, so here's the thing - when something sounds interesting to me , I am always obsessed with it. Like really, it's not even funny. I should be locked up somewhere, far far away from TV and internet.

Just kidding, I would probably kill myself off pretty soon. Anways, my current obsession = Wicked. Hell yes, the green one. And hell yeah I am Gelphie fan. I just so love the musical (not like I ever seen it or something but I have soundtrack and you know, youtube.com is my best friend right now), I read the script and made some icons...yeah, will post them too.

So just to let you know, for next one year (that's my guess) Wicked = life. And Alias too, that's obvious.

Sneek Peek:

Multifandom:

Alias - 10
Charmed - 11
Desperate Housewives - 4
Mr & Mrs Smith - 6
Wicked - 1 (but i am working on more!)

Alias:
1) 2) 3)
4) 5) 6)
7) 8) 9)

10)

Charmed:

11) 12) 13)

14) 15) 16)

17) 18) 19)

20) 21)

Mr & Mrs Smith

22) 23) 24)

25) 26) 27)

Desperate Housewives

28)29) 30)

31)

Wicked:

Hilarious thing

2006-08-26T20:50:33Z

Stole this from irinafan and I think she has it from drashee. It's hilarious. But just for friends ^-^.

First, write down the names of 12 characters. Then read and answer
the questions. You can't look at the questions (or click on the cut)
until you write down the 12 characters you're going to use.

Characters:

1. Irina Derevko (Alias)
2. Jack Bristow (Alias)
3. Bree Van De Kamp (Desperate Housewives)
4. Xena (Xena)
5. Jane Smith (Mr & Mrs Smith)
6. Phoebe Halliwel (Charmed)
7. Sydney Bristow (Alias)
8. Cole Turner (Charmed)
9. Susan Mayers (Desperate Housewives)
10. Paige Halliwel (Charmed)
11. Nadia Santos (Alias)
12. Mona Demarkov (Romeo is bleeding)

01. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven (Phoebe/Nadia) fic? Do you want to?

I didn't. But I read one Syd/Nadia. Weird. I guess this one would be even weirder. Lol

02. Do you think Four (Xena) is hot? How hot?

Lmao! This is hard...well, yes, she is. Come'n, say she's not hot. I mean, she's always in her short skirt and with sword. That's hot, isn't it?

03. What would happen if Twelve (Mona) got Eight (Cole) pregnant?

Ahem. No way. So let's say what if Cole got Mona pegnant, mmkey?

OMG!!!! That would be very hot and dangerous kid! O_o

04. Can you rec any fic(s) about Nine (Susan)?

Nope. None. Sad, isn't it?

05. Would Two (Jack) and Six (Phoebe) make a good couple?

Yes. She wouldn't complain I guess (not like i am saying she's whore or something, i love her *whore*)

06 Five/Nine (Jane/Susan) or Five/Ten (Jane/Paige)? Why?

Wrong. So wrong.

07 What would happen if Seven (Sydney) walked in on Two (Jack) and Twelve (Mona) having sex?

Squick. Eww! Squick, squick. Ewww! You hear that? That's Sydney. Yes, Mona looks like Irina so she would see her parents making out. Ewww. It's always ewww.

08. Make up a summary for a Three/Ten (Bree/Paige) fic.

A new family moves on Wisteria Lane. Three sisters from San Franciso with a lot of dirty laundry (you know what i mean). Bree sees how one of the them, the pale one, just disappeared in the air and she want to know more so she invites her for dinner. After second bottle of Absolut everything changes...

Lol. I wanna read the fic.

09. Is there any such thing as One/Eight (Irina/Cole) fluff?

Omfg!!! Yes, yes!!!

10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve (Sydney/Mona) hurt/comfort fic.

Another Russian woman.

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four (Xena) to deflower One (Irina)?

Uhm...I have this mental picture in my head....not good. Hot yes, good no.

12. Does anyone on your friends list read Seven (Sydney) slash?

Don't know.

13. Does anyone on your friends list read Three (Bree) het?

Don't know.

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven (Nadia)?

Don't know but I did.

15. Would anyone on your friends list write Two/Four/Five (Jack/Xena/Jane)?

LMAO!!! I don't know but if anyone wants to then let me know! *lucky jack!*

16. What might Ten (Paige) scream at a moment of great passion?

Right now I am reading Cole/Paige fanfiction (O.o) so it would be "COLE!". Or maybe "OMG Phoebe's looking!" *giggle*

17. If you wrote a song-fic about Eight (Cole), which song would you choose?

Michelle Branch - All you wanted:

I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away

I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have to keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go when you're gone

18. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve (Irina/Phoebe/Mona) fic, what would the warnings be?

WARNING! TWO SEXY RUSSIAN AND WITCH! SO NOT INNOCENT! (but hot!!!!)

19. What might be a good pick-up line for Two (Jack) to use on Ten (Paige)?

"I am Jack Bristow and I am here to rescue you!"

^ Now that would be HOT!

...

Ok, that's it. It was so much fun.

aliasfreak47 @ 2006-06-21T12:10:00

2006-06-20T22:15:39Z

Icons attack!!! *bwahahahaha*

Say if you are taking. :D

aliasfreak47 @ 2006-06-16T11:50:00

2006-06-16T22:23:46Z

Just one more week and I am going to London!!! Wheeee! Jesus, I am so happy. Three weeks without my annoying litle sista and annoying big mamma! That's too good to be true.

Oh yes, what' new - I am writing a fanfiction. Yay for me. Here it is, if someone's interested.

Author: Michelle
Co-author/Beta: Grétka
Title: Rest in ~~peace~~ Irina
Rating: PG 13 *I think*
Pairings: Jack/Irina, Katya/Jack, Yelena/Rambaldi (<--- don't ask )
Summary :After being killed by your own daughter, you’d think there is enough drama in your life, right? Wrong. In Derevko’s lifes, there is always some sort of catch. Wait, did I say life? I think I meant death.

note: Don't take this fic too seriously :wink:. I am just tired of all those *really awesome and great, gee people I them, I am addicted to every fanfic in this forum * serious fanfictions about what happened after Irina died. This is my version of Irina's afterlife and it's kind of...well, weird. But after all, after you're dead, everything changes, doesn't it ?

chapter 01. - Till death do us part

Irina woke up with a horrible headache.

But that wasn’t, of course, anything unnatural. She couldn't remember what happened at first, and so she thought she drunk too much Vodka yesterday or something like that. Telling the truth, it wouldn’t be the first time.

"Water, dear God I need water..." she mumbled, rolled over the bed and...

"Here ya go, my dear."

Wait a second.

*looks behind her*

Oooookayy, this is positively awkward. Did I sleep with someone?

Again?!

God, let it me some male. Let it be some male. Let it be some…..

But as she open her eyes, still with that killing headache that was digging million knives into her fragile head, she could see this was everything but not her hotel room. Naturally, her first idea was, that someone kidnapped her, and as she looked closer into the big white fluffy room, the thought of being locked up in a nut house, was her first one. Then she realized this room (or whatever it was) wasn't
like anything else she has seen in her life. And assuming that she has seen many weird things including zombies, big red balls and Sloane (being the raving lunatic, he is naturally the king of the "weird things" category ) in her life THIS, was one hell of surprise.
Half expecting to be forced into a straightjacket and be given some suspicious pills or something, she turned around, facing the (hopefully) man, who had sex with her last night and (again hopefully) led her to orgasm.

Oh my god.

The man next to her passed her a glass of water and she drunk it in one gulp (cuz, in natural instincts and numb shock, the natural instincts won -like usual-)

“ You really don’t remember my child, do you?”

When she heard it, Irina almost choked on the delicious cold water, that was flowing down her dry throat and it took only a great deal of self control , to stay calm and uninterested. Right, so she woke up with some guy, who calls her his child and still seems perfectly ok with it.

Right.

She slept with some weird characters before, but this guy…well.

He takes the cake.

"Well, I am sorry, but I would remember if I slept with someone like you."

Hell, yeah, this bloke wasn't like other men she used to seduce in bars when she was drunk (or vice versa). Down right no!
Soooooo not her type.
Actually, now that she thought about it, when you looked at him from a certain angle, he almost looked like a…

....dear God!

"You do look like Elvis Presley." she said ,choosing her words very carefully (well, as carefully as you can when dealing with hangover) and this was the exact time it dawned on her, that something was very wrong with this whole situation.

"People say my St. Peter look was boring."

"People also say Elvis Presley is dead."

Man gave her some sort of amused look and touched her hand.

"Irina." he said softly. After he did that, she chuckled.

"Oooookey, maybe my head feels like s*** but I still can see something's is just not right here. I mean the fact that I’m talking to ELVIS PRESLEY for god’s sake!. I am going to ask this once, and once only, so you better listen Elwis-boy. I don't wanna hurt you. Jack used to sing Love me tender to me when we were married so I don't wanna kill someone who looks like Elvis."

she paused as if considering what to say next, and then thought better. In her trademark –don’t-mess-with-Russian-spy-or-you’re-going-to-be-castrated-with-my-FOOT-tone, she asked:

"Who are you?"

He looked at her gently and said:

"The question is - would you believe me?"

She sighed and looked away for a moment. Honestly, she had no idea what's going on and even though she was a spy, she was also a fifty years old woman after a night full of...well, full of everything, but mostly alcohol, sex and all this stuff.
Probably.
So she wasn't interested in games of any kind. She just wanted stay in her bed all day eating fat, greasy pizza and watching the longest marathon of Desperate Housewifes.
EVER.
She took a deep breath.

"Who are you? And I promise you won’t be harmed. I’ll believe you and all that crap."

"Well then...I am God."

Jesus, this man is pathetic. Sure, he's God and I am in heaven because I am...

"You are." he finished her thought.

Irina blinked.

"What?"

God/Elvis nodded understandingly. "You are dead. You're daughter- Sydney -killed you on that roof in Hong Kong."

Suddenly, she remembered. Everything.
She remembered fighting Sydney, trying to kill her own daughter, the cracks of glass, falling with The Horizon in her hands and then - then there was just darkness.

"Your head doesn’t hurt because of alcohol but because you died. If you happen to feel pain in your head or some sort of amnesia, don’t worry, it’s a natural thing - because you spend a very long time in purgatory. It's nothing unusual, don't worry, little one."

"I don't believe you."

"You don't have to. But you will."

"You think so?"

With those word she attacked him, trying to break his jaw with just one move. But before she could realize what's happening, Irina was on the ground, God’s/ Elvis’s (or who the hell he was) feet on her head, his hand twisting her wrists tightly behind her back.

"We can fight or we can talk."

"We can fight or you can give up." she hissed.

God laughed out loud.

"Irina, look at you. You can't beat me."

Somehow she couldn't accept the fact that there's someone she can't finish of. But the truth was – this fella was stronger than her.

"I didn't know God likes to be on the top." she smiled provocatively.

"I didn't know you would like to make out with him." she heard another voice, coming from… nowhere. Irina thought she knew to whom the voice belonged, but that wasn't possible. Or was it?

"Yelena."

"Smart girl."

Her sister came *to her* and kneeled. The Russian woman could see her face smiling as she touched her hair. God released her and she stood up.

"Hey b****." Irina growled at Elena "You look pretty good assuming you're dead."

Her older sister smiled and hugged her - and yes, that was a thing Irina wasn't prepared for.

"I am sorry I haven't kill you myself AND sooner. I wouldn't be so lonely here all this time."

Irina was still in shock. How's all this possible? She couldn't believe she's dead. Come 'n, she was "dead" many times before, and that still didn’t stop her to kick some serious butt. No way she's dead.

"You deserve to be lonely. You tried to take over the world, sister."

"Oh darling," Yelena rolled her eyes "I can’t believe you're still mad on me. Everyone has some phase when they’re angry, frustrated ..-."

“-evil, yes, but those phases don’t last their whole life, Yelena!”

The man who liked to call himself "God" came to Irina smiling.

"Look who's talking. You tried to kill your own daughter, blowed off two of the world's most important cities, killed your own sister, had an affair..."

"Ok, ok." she interrupted him "I get the point, thanks."

Irina sighed loudly (and now that she thought about it, she was doing that a lot since she got here, didn’t she?). And even though, there was no time, and her body was too exhausted, she STILL wanted to make a list with 47 ways, why she can’t be dead.
Wait, she IS.
Oops?
Instead of that, she sized up Elvis, then gave him sceptical look and finally nodded.

"Whatever. I do believe you. But still, I don't understand why I‘m here. Heaven, I mean. I should be in hell for all the people I killed. I am everything but not saint."

"My question, exactly."

The moment she heard another voice behind her back, she smiled and turned around. Irina heard this voice so many times before that she couldn't misunderstood it with anything else in the world.

"Jack."

Man in front of her raised his eyebrows.

"You look...so alive."

"Thanks...I think."

"Yes, it was a compliment, my dear."

he kissed her softly on the cheek and brushed her hair with his hand. There was something hauntingly beautiful in her gaze, something that wasn’t there before. Pity they didn’t kill each other sooner.
Morbid you say? If you’d know how morbid his relationship with Irina was, you would understand.

She was quite relieved to see him as well. For all those years she was hoping they would end up together one day, and so they did.
Dead.
They kissed passionately, hungry for the flesh that was so familiar, and yet totally different. They heard Yelena mumbling "Yuck.", but hell, they weren’t in a situation when they actually cared. With a swift, almost desperate move he lowered his hand to her chest and tried to unbutton that almost ripped blouse.

"Hey! Calm down, you hormone droved teenagers! What about us?" Yelena interrupted their very heated snogging session and clapped her hands together.

Frankly, Jack really didn’t give a damn, and reached for Irina's bra with breathy words: "You can always watch..."

"Wait, stop it! Stop doing things like that! Do you realize where you are?!" said God, looking truly traumatized and quite disturbed.

Irina smiled at Jack and he broke the kiss, looking almost disappointed .

"You know, he's right." she whispered huskily to his ear. He nodded miserably and pulled her away.
After few seconds Irina looked apologetically at Jack:

"I told Arvin he's not allowed to kill you. I am sorry if he didn't follow my instructions."

"But you allowed him to kill Sydney?"

Guilty look on her face told him enough.

"Irina, honey, you can't be jealous of your own daughter!"

"I am not." she whispered "It's just...she owns you! She always did."

"Irina..." he said softly, trying to grab her hand.

"Don't "Irina" me! You know it's true. Even when we were married you loved her more than me!"

"What?! Of course not!" he gaped at her, shaking his head with disbelief, or anger (or both).

"You killed me, because you’ thought I was after her, for God's sake! *to God* Oh, sorry. *to Jack* That's telling something!"

"No, actually I killed you because you were - I mean - you are a Russian international terrorist who betrayed my trust!!!"

The first part wasn't that important like the second one. There's nothing worse than to hurt man's biggest treasure.
His ego.
Irina snorted and shook her head.

"Oh yes? Well, you didn't seem to care about f****** with that Russian international terrorist back then in Panama."

God crossed himself twice and hissed: "Please, this is a place of peace and har-"

"Shuddup!" they both yelled at him.

Yelena smiled. She actually enjoyed this fight. She was here for SO LONG that even a slightest disturbance or fight made her head giddy with anticipation. Fun, of course, wasn't about jokes and stupid games for her.
Nu uh. It was supposed to include yelling, guns, knifes, curses, handcuffs and whipped cream, you know, all that basic stuff. At least, in Derevko family.

At last God spoke:

"I have to go. But before I leave, I must tell you something."

They stared at him quietly, but still interested.

"You're not actually in Heaven nor in Hell. This place is called "The Lounge" and you have to wait here, for this time being."

"Wait for what?" Jack warily asked.

"For your Judgement Day, silly. You have your serial number written somewhere on your body, find it and wait till They’ll call you." Yelena explained.

"But you said we were already judged in purgatory." her sister objected.

God smiled at her peacefully and Irina could swear she saw a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"No, my dear. I said you’ll spent a long time there. That doesn't mean you were judged. You are a very special case, I have to say. As you can imagine, millions of people are dying everyday. We can't judge everyone together with The highest Tribunal so most of people are going straight to hell or heaven. More complicated cases are going to purgatory and then, after they regret their sins, they're going to Heaven.
Sometimes there are very exceptional cases like you, Irina, or like your husband , who are difficult to judge and are dealt with the greatest wisdom and care , before choosing your fate, once and for all.
But don't worry, little ones, there are many lost souls still waiting to be judged and each court could take days or even months." he explained.

Just as The-Presley-looking-dude was about to leave, Jack unexpectedly asked:

"So, that’s it? We’re just going to wait here, till They will send for us?"

"Oh, right. There's a downtown over here. You can entertain yourself there. Now, if you will excuse me..."

As He said "over here" and pointed to white clouds (or feathers like Irina thought), the door has appeared.

"Hey! You never told me there's a downtown!" Yelena interrupted Him angrily.

"You never asked."

And then He disappeared.

Irina blinked and the tiredly sighed.

Her eldest sister dangerously growled and rolled her eyes.

Jack was just quiet.

Then, he looked at his, supposedly dead wife, and whispered

"Darling, you know I love you."

"It may seems selfish, but I want your love just for myself. You know..." she spoke quietly and miserably "...you are the only person who truly loved me and..."

she shivered, when her voice broke and Irina Derevko was for the first time in her life, completely speechless. Jack nuzzled her cheek and kissed
her softly, gently playing with her lips.

"Once upon a time, I promised you I will take care of you Irina, till death do us part. Now, I promise I will hold on to that vow, just a little longer."

She laughed, breaking the tension and then looking straight at the door.

"Are we going?"

"Of course."

They opened the door and a complete white light blinded them. When they wanted to step forward, Yelena came and forcefully grabbed Irina's arm.

"And what about me?! Irushka, I am your sister. I am going with you."

Irina looked at Jack and then back at her sis.

“You don’t." she said.

"I DO."

"You most certainly don’t!"

"I most certainly DO!"

After few moments of their little healthy sisterly fight, Jack turned to Yelena.

"Ok, go ahead."

"What?!" sisters shouted, both looking ironically evenly matched in shock. Irina didn't want Yelena with them anytime soon and Yelena knew that.
Actually, she didn't wanna go so bad, she just wanted to make her little sister angry. Jack smiled.

"Yeah, go ahead Yelena, we're going with you. We can handle that. After all, we're not longer alive so what's the point of fighting like this?"

His words made the black-haired women scoff and move towards the door.

After she disappeared in whiteness, Irina turned to Jack and frowned at him:

"Are you insane?! We can't go with that, that traitor! You don't know her, but I do! She doesn't want to go with us, she just wants to make me go insane! You know how annoying she can be?! When we were young, she locked herself in my trunk, just because she needed a proof, that I was going out with some boy!!!"

Her husband smiled cryptically. Oh yes, she knew that smile.

"Jonathan Donahue Bristow, what are you thinking of?" Her maternal tone of voice was something he simply adored. Sexy.

He slammed the door and pressed Irina against it.

"I am sure your sister can take care of herself. Meanwhile, we can occupy ourselves with…. well…more PRODUCTIVE things, starting with the search for your serial number."

She smirked.

He grinned.

And another few hours was spent very productively indeed. After all, searching for serial numbers is a simply great time for some healthy family bonding.

***

Damn, this LJ is bitchy *roll*. Ok, anyways, I am too tired to fight with it.

aliasfreak47 @ 2005-04-19T12:02:00

2006-04-20T10:21:01Z

Alias!!!! Irina´s baaaaack! *makes happy dance* Yay!

Here we go:

And few animations:

aliasfreak47 @ 2005-04-04T21:09:00

2006-04-03T19:24:59Z

Oooookey!

So, since few people like my my Anime!Alias icons (A!A) I decided to make more. *evil laughter* This time I have just one new A!A icon because I am veeeeeery lazy in coloration *hides*.

Awww...pink and Irina = cute! Oh, And I need ideas about new icons so if you could help me I´d be very thankful.

ps. I am not too sure about English in the first one so if there is a mistake, please, let me know. Irina4ever.

aliasfreak47 @ 2005-04-03T21:01:00

2006-04-01T20:12:12Z

Wheee! New layout! *makes her happy dance* It finally looks like a journal and not like a crap! Wheee! Blondes are cool, blondes are smart, blondes are hot, blondes are...ehhh...you´re still reading this, right? *stops her happy dance around pole*

Ahem, so. This is my new layout and livejournal. Mostly for my icons but who knows, maybe I´ll write something about my life too. I know, scary, isn´t it? =P

Few icons I´ve made:







Oh, the last but one (hiding place) was drew by me. *giggles* And yes, that woman on the picture is Irina and The hair.