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enemies to lovers | yoon jeonghan
✩ seventeen as romantic tropes series ✩ masterlist ✩
PAIRING: jeonghan x reader
THEMES: enemies to lovers trope, academic rivals, college au
WARNINGS: use of curse words, maybe a little suggestive, kissing, mentions of stress
WORDCOUNT: 1349
A/N: enjoy <3
you hated yoon jeonghan. he got on your every nerve and cell and it made you want to strangle him on the spot. anything he did or said made your blood boil and your head hot. paired with that nonchalant attitude and snarky comments he'd pass, you'd rather spend time in jail than have to sit through another class with that idiot. you sometimes wonder what you did in your past life to deserve this kind of torture.
"yn you're still taking notes? class is over sweetheart", he says as he flashes you that fake smile, calling you that stupid pet name that made your blood boil, literally.
you grip your pen tighter, holding back the urge to stab him right then and there as you lift your head up and glare at him. "fuck off jeonghan", you tell, slamming you book shut as you pack up in a haste and leave, mentally holding back the urge to strangle him like you always do.
when you get called into your professor's office later that day, you don't expect to see jeonghan there and just seeing his face turns your mood sour. he gives you that smirky grin when he sees you and you take a seat beside him, hoping your professor has a good explanation for calling you both here.
"so", your professor starts off, bring his hands together. "i'm sure you know about the upcoming research project that is coming up. since this is a very prestigious project and since you both have been the top students, we thought it would be a great chance for you both to get to work and assist on this project", you professor explains.
"really?", you ask, not ready to believe it. this was huge, like huge. and you'd always wanted to do something like this.
"yes of course! that is only if you both want to do it. otherwise, we will pass the opportunity to other students. but since you both are excellent students we thought you would love this chance and offer it to you both first", he explains.
"of course, i'd love to assist on this project!", you tell, overjoyed and your professor smiles at your enthusiasm before he looks at jeonghan, waiting for his desicion.
"i'll do it", he tells cooly.
"great! i'll let the committee know and we can proceed from there. i'll give you a brief about the project tomorrow", your professor says and you both leave.
you pay no attention jeonghan as you walk out, marching right ahead. you didn't want any of his snarky comments to ruin the moment. meanwhile jeonghan's unseen handshake remains rejected and he pulls his hand back and shrugs, walking off.
the next week after getting the brief for the research project, you're walking out when jeonghan runs after you, matching his steps to yours as he walks beside you.
"so you're just going to ignore me? when i'm your partner for this project?", he asks, looking at you and that scowl that you always seem to have on your face. he was going to change that because he liked it better when you were smiling.
"maybe if you won't be such as ass i won't ignore you", you tell. "i will try but no promises", he tells with a stupid grin, as he pulls out his phone.
"give me your number", he asks, handing his phone to you and you look like he's asking you for some illegal substance. "to coordinate? since we need to work together, is that a strange concept for you yn? well, i know guys don't usually ask you out but you don't have to be that shocked", he jokes, and you narrow your eyes as you take his phone and punch in your phone number, handing it back to him.
over the next few weeks, you find yourself spending a lot more time with jeonghan. he might still be as ass at times and get on your nerves but damn, you couldn't dismiss the fact that he was incredibly smart and knew his stuff, which was attractive. he looked hot when he was in his element. the more time you spent with him, the more you found yourself being attracted to him and you so badly wanted to deny that, but jeonghan was definitely stirring up your heart.
you both are in the library, staying a little later than usual and most of the students have gone. you're on your laptop, typing away your findings and research for the day on the project. you rest your head on your palm before you sigh and rub your temples from the tension. things had been stressful lately, not only this research project, but you had a lot of things on your plate at the moment and things were piling up. you were barely managing to get sleep and the stress and tension was eating away at you. it didn't help that jeonghan would playfully try to flirt or throw snarky comments around.
"you looked stressed sweetheart, take a break", he says, sitting opposite you, his laptop conveniently closed after he announced that he was taking a break. "how about you shut up", you snap back, annoyed. you really should have strangled him ages ago.
"well, if you're stressed, i know some ways we can destress", he tells, giving you a wink, a fucking wink. you decide you've had enough. if he was going to play like that, two could play at that game.
"oh really?", you ask, putting your pen down. he gives you that shit-eating grin and stands up, running a hand through his hair as he looks at you.
you shut your laptop close and get up, the chair screeching backwards. suddenly you have this newfound confidence and you walk towards jeonghan. "you should show me", you tease and you see the slightly shocked expression on jeonghan, before you turn around, grab the book from the table and go to the last shelf to put the book back.
you hear footsteps coming towards you and you turn around, seeing jeonghan sauntering towards you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"want me to show you, sweetheart?" he quips with a teasing eyebrow. you're unable to resist the playful challenge so you reach out, tugging on his shirt to draw him closer. "please, enlighten me, what exactly is your method of destressing?" you ask with a teasing smile.
jeonghan looks at you with a playful smile gracing his lips as he takes a step forward, causing you to instinctively take one step back, until your back hits the wall, leaving you cornered. suddenly, a nervous flutter stirs in your chest, your heart pounding louder with each passing second as jeonghan leans in, his warm breath tickling your ear as he whispers, "i thought you hated me?"
a shiver runs down your spine at the proximity, but you refuse to let him see you falter. "i-i do," you stammer almost, your thoughts jumbled and disoriented. your hand still grips his shirt tightly as you meet his gaze, his playful grin only heightening the tension between you both.
you don't know what comes over you but you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. it takes him a few seconds to process what you did before smirks ever so slightly.
"looks like you read my mind, sweetheart," jeonghan declares, his voice laced with amusement as he leans in, wasting no time in capturing your lips in another kiss, his hands slowly finding your waist as he holds you. his touch is electric as his hand soon finds its way to cup your cheek, deepening the kiss.
he pulls away but you chase after his lips again, kissing him eagerly and you can feel the warmth of his smile against your lips as he softly kisses you back, indulging you, until you finally pull back, breathless.
"for someone who claims to hate me and calls me annoying, you seem to be enjoying this," jeonghan teases, his words causing a flush to rise to your cheeks. you decide to just shut him up by kissing him again, pressing your lips to his.
lost in the moment, you both find yourselves momentarily forgetting about the world around you for a few more minutes...
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hii wondering if you could do hotch x younger!reader? where he's being insecure about the age gap and comforts him and says that she loves it and he makes her feel safe and stuff --thank you in advance!
Hii, ty for the request! I hope you like this, it's short but cute, well at least I hope it is.😅🥰warnings: angsty, fluff, pet names, age gap (reader is in her late twenties or early thirties), (0.9k)
It's your birthday next week and, if truth be told, Aaron has been kind of dreading it. Not because of anything to do with you, but because it's a huge reminder of the age gap between you two.
You've been dating for a few months now and the thought's always been at the back of his head, even if he doesn't want to admit it to himself.
And his strange behaviour gets your attention. At first you brushed if off as him being tired and stressed from work. But as he zones out around you even on his days off, you know something is up.
You are both sprawled on his couch, when you notice his mind is elsewhere. So you finally decide to ask him about what is bothering him.
"Aaron?" you call out his name.
He hums, acknowledging that he is listening, even though his eyes are on the TV.
"Can I ask you something?" this finally catches his attention, making him pause the film and look at you.
"Of course, sweetheart, what is it?"
"I just....- is something wrong, Aaron?" his face scrunches in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"Is it work? Or does it have something to do with me, if yes you can tell me, because I won't mind-"
"Honey, nothing is wrong with you or work," he reassures you instantly.
"Then what is it?" you question with a slightly desperate voice.
"Nothing, everything is okay," he lies, but you see right through him. His very skilled lying from work not working, when he is with you.
"Something's been bothering you lately and we both know it," you point it out softly, even if your voice is a little bit stern. He takes one look at you and sighs, he knows, he has to tell you the truth.
"Okay, yes, you are right, sweetheart," he murmurs quietly.
"What is it?" You ask with a gentle voice, putting your hand behind his neck to play with his hair.
He doesn't know how to say it, so the words just spill out of his mouth," I don't think, it's a good idea to be together."
You look at him with so much hurt and move away from him, that he immediately wants to take his words back.
"W-what?" you puzzle, your lower lip slightly wobbling.
It takes Aaron every strenght he has not to take his words back," I mean, look at you and me, honey. You are so much younger than me, you should be dating somebody close to your age. Not somebody who already has a son. I mean, I'm not even home half of the time, what kind of boyfriend does that make me?" He is frustrated, but not because of you, never because of you, he just wants you to live the life you deserve and not waste it by being with him.
And immediately after he finishes his talk your whole face changes. You go from heartbroken to angry and you slap him on the arm (gently).
"You are being ridiculous, Hotchner," you argue. You are frowning so much at him, that in any other situation Aaron would have laughed at your expression.
"But I'm not, I'm being serious. You shouldn't be waiting almost every day for me to finally come home from work. You should be out going on dates, that you deserve, and I can't always, almost never do that-"
you put your hand over his mouth before he can continue. "Shut up, I can't believe you right now," you shake your head in disagreement,
"do you love me?"
Your question seems absurd to Aaron, because it is so obvious. "Of course, I do, sweetheart. But it doesn't change the fact-"
"But it does. You love me and I love you. I don't care, what other people say or think. And i don't care, that you aren't home as much as we would both like. But when you are, you always make it worth it, always. And I like being home with Jack, I don't even really like going out, I'd rather just be home with you guys."
"Plus, have you seen yourself? Guys around my age have nothing on you, handsome. You are too good looking to get rid of me this easily. " Your last sentence is teasing, but that doesn't mean your words are any less true.
"Really?" It's not often that Aaron feels uncertain about things as he does now. So your words are like a warm hug for him. Making him let out the breath, he didn't even realise he was holding.
"Yes, really," you scooch closer to him, caressing both of his cheeks," I love you Aaron. There is never a moment, that makes me doubt you or doubt us. What made you feel this way, huh?"
"I guess, it's always been somewhere on my mind," he confesses, as he completely melts under your hands.
"You should have said something earlier then, " you scowl at him," but I'm glad you told me now. We talk more about it later, yeah and work things out?"
"I love you," he doesn't know what else to say. He shows you his gratitude for you and your reassurance by kissing you, once, twice and more, until you loose the count of them.
There's still a little uncertainty about this for Aaron, but with you by his side, he knows, it will be okay.
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Here are 100 random quotes from Lucifer!
Sourced from the OM! Wiki, chats, devilgram, screenshots I found, etc. I made this list to help with studying to write the characters in character. (Not really proofread, sorry if there are mistakes. Also, there may be spoilers. If so, they’re minor spoilers)
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“Do you want my attention? Why don't we talk for a little then? I have enough energy for that. As your presence is so very soothing to me.“
“Heh, not afraid to get sassy with me anymore, are you?”
“Let's celebrate until you cannot stand anymore.“
“No need to rush. I won't be able to help you if you fall down in the middle of the street. Rather, I would probably enjoy the sight.”
“...Well? How do you like Demonus-flavored kisses?“
“I believe it's long been established that if anyone's going to be eating them, it will be me.“
“If you want me to keep you from running that mouth of yours, you need only ask.“
“Are you poking fun at me right now? I see you like to play with fire. Well, there's a punishment for getting cheeky with me like that. Come here, MC”
“I am exceedingly concerned…”
“Now Listen, and listen well. I will not be your possession. I won’t belong to you. You will belong to me.”
“You seem repentant, so I shall forgive you.”
“Are you still tired from last night? After all, I didn’t let you get much sleep.”
“I will watch over you. Until the day comes where we must part. And I promise... to love you until the end of your days and beyond.”
“You... Release me! Don't you dare try to put me to sleep like I'm not ten million years older than you!”
“All of you, out of the way...! I'm going to tear that human limb from limb…!”
"Are you trying to please me?"
"Do you need a goodnight kiss?"
"You are a strange human being."
"You want me to praise you for that? Very well… Good iob."
"Fine, I'll forgive you just this once."
"Do you need something?"
“It's as if you're saying that you need me in your life, and that's a wonderful feeling. Is it conceited of me to say that? Well, I am the Avatar of Pride, after all."
“Stab it with a fork or something. Anything sharp should do the trick.“
"I can't say I mind spending my time with you while Mammon's shrieks echo in the background either. Heh! And Diavolo's laughter is even louder than that."
“Well, there are worse demons it could have happened to... Probably.”
“Asmo, you stay right there. I'll go get my whip.“
“Hush now. Daddy's here to give you a hug.“
“NONONONONONO! I'm saying I DON'T want them to see that picture. So, if they ask you for it, I'd like you to tell them that no such photo exists. OK?”
“That won't be necessary. I went ahead and blew it up. The entire room.“
"If you want to get the better of me, that toy of yours isn't going to cut it. Perhaps try lethal poison from some horrific insect, aged a thousand years for maximum potency."
“I know, I know... But why don't we save the killing until after you've eaten your breakfast, hm?“
“Mmm, nothing's sweeter than listening to their screams of agony. Heheheh...”
“Bring him down to the living room. Use whatever means necessary…though I do want him alive.“
”I would never have imagined I would be kissed on the cheek by you. I don't dislike it when you take the initiative. But why on the cheek? You don't need to hesitate with me. Next time, do it on the lips. Understand?”
“Hell coffee becomes bitter when you prepare it for someone that you're fond of. It's a special property of the coffee beans. Naturally, I drank every last drop of your feelings.”
“Only those that haven't been involved in that dolt's childish antics are the truly happy ones.”
“When I get my hands on him, I'll have to be thorough with my discipline.”
“Tomorrow I will be handing Diavolo a report detailing how all of the exchange students are faring. I'll be sure to stress how excited you are to continue your education here at our prestigious academy.”
“How's the Celestial Realm? Unlike the Devildom, you don't have to worry about anyone grabbing you and eating you for lunch there, do you?”
“You've got Solomon with you as well, so you should relax and enjoy your time there.“
“If only my brothers were as obedient as you are. It is not every day that you get the chance to have me indebted to you. You can expect a one-hundred times return on the investment of your time, that I promise. In return, I expect that you won't let me down.”
“How naive. If you don't want me to have wasted my time by informing you, be sat in your seat at the table within the next sixty seconds. It will be just you and me. Let us enjoy the rare breakfast together before my brothers ruin the atmosphere.”
“Don't get cocky, MC.”
“One spoke at length about the clothing on the Diavolo sticker. It waxed lyrical about how exquisite the design choices were.”
“However, I discovered a slew of insults written in invisible ink on the page.“
“How could you tell? You really know me well, MC! Hehehe. I was drinking Demonus with Diavolo earlier. And you know, he kept saying all these nice things about you... Let me tell you, I'm also really happy you're down here with us.”
“…Who even came up with the idea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins...? Oh, right. I did... My bad. Ah, my head is spinning. Good night MC. Love you.”
“Ugh, you thickheaded fool of a demon! What's your skull made of? Granite?”
“That's a curse meant to make you stub your toe on the leg of a table… But if you actually do stub your toe, it hurts quite a bit.”
“MC. It has come to my attention that Mammon and Asmo took you out for a drive recently. Well, how was it? Enjoyable? …I'm glad to hear it. We all need breaks from the daily grind from time to time. l'd like you to join me for a drive next time. I'll give you a taste of euphoric freedom that those two could never dream of. Prepare for the time of your life.”
“If you'd like, we could take a shower together.”
“After all, I haven't managed to seduce you yet. I'm going to need more time.”
“The three highest-ranked demons in the realm, frolicking about in a frivolous pajama party? How absurd.”
“I didn't hear a word you just said. I know nothing about it, and I'm going to keep it that way.”
“I see. Then I should be allowed to take a similar photo of you, no? Come stay over in my room again tonight.”
“Don't be stupid. I will not allow myself to be clad in demon garb. I'm going to strip off every last piece of it this very instant and fling it as far away from me as I can.”
“You're a demon. I'm surprised someone like you is able to feed me lines like that with a straight face. You've got some nerve.”
“Heheheh. Well, he is my brother, after all, so I thought I'd go easy on him. So, should I make this quick, or go slowly, bit by bit? Your choice.”
“So, tell me. what's with the Little D.? The one looking at me with that moronic expression...”
“You think you stand a chance against me?! You think you could defeat Lucifer, Avatar of Pride?“
“Well, aren't you persistent. I suppose you won't be happy until you've pummeled the door senseless?”
“...Just what were you hoping to accomplish by knocking me down like this, hm? Because doing something like that to me, right now… is making it much harder for me to control myself...!”
“Given that you were the one who pounced first, you can't complain when the tables are turned, can you? …I'm so thirsty, I can hardly think straight. I trust you understand what that means.”
“To show my thanks, I suppose I'm not against giving you some special treatment. You'll have to come closer. I'll give you my lap until you're satisfied. ...You'll keep me company until then, won't you?”
"You deserve a thank you."
"Sorry, this isn't exactly my cup of tea. I was hoping you'd know me better."
"It appears to me you know what pleases me."
"Are you really trying to tickle me? Heheheh, you'll have to do much better than that."
"Pff...if you think that tickles, you're wrong."
"Well, if you insist on touching me, then be my guest.”
"Well, hello. How are things?"
"You've got some nerve keeping me waiting. Well now, what are you going to do about it?"
"I'm back. Hm? ...Did you miss me?"
"*sigh* I've had a long day. But seeing you has a way of making me feel better."
"Sorry, I had some business to take care of. Well, well, you certainly seem happy to see me."
"Done? Let's continue this in my room."
"Good night... We'll meet again in our dreams."
"I feel like we both have a nice day ahead of us."
"I enjoyed our time together. Perhaps we should do this again."
“You do know what I'm capable of... don't you?"
"Happy Easter. Will you accept it, my little bunny?"
"Once you're officially a sorcerer, I'd like you to become powerful enough to shut up Solomon for me."
“Very well. Here I go. Lucifer Kick!”
“Why should I be subjected to the indignation of a pat on the head from you?”
“After all, it's a bit like tossing a helpless lamb into the middle of a pack of hungry wolves, isn't it? But it's also important to understand just who it is you're eating, wouldn't you say?“
“It means that I see you as prey, too. Just like the others. It goes without saying that I'm far stronger than you. If I were to pin you down right here and now, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it, now would you? How about we give it a try...?“
“You will soon enough.”
“When a vampire feeds, it's not like his human prey feels only pain. Quite the opposite, actually. They're overcome with a feeling of unimaginable ecstasy. The truth is that you want this as well, don't you? You want to feel my arms around you, to give yourself up to me and offer up your blood... You're special. I won't drink you dry...no. I'm going to kiss you again and again, all over your body. Indulging in you just a bit each and every night. And I do mean every night. No other vampire will ever know the taste of your blood…”
“Do you have any idea how hard I had to struggle not to do this earlier...? It was all I could do to resist throwing my arms around you right in front of everyone at the party.”
“MC… I missed you. I can tell just from the way you feel against me. I can sense what you're feeling.I'm sorry, MC. ...Sorry it took me so long to get to you. You should really stay with me tonight. We need to make up for all the time lost.“
“You're drunk, you idiot. Oh well, I'll go along with you just for today. Bottoms up.”
“Me? Intoxicated? Preposterous. I'm my usual old self.”
“You are also fond of me, no?“
“Then come over here. Are you holding back? Come closer. Prepare yourself. If I win, I get to do with you as I please.”
“You know there is no turning back after the first pillow is thrown, right?”
“As a demon, I've never cared when humans bred…”
“Stop unnecessarily stressing me out. You're shaving years off my life here.”
“I don't mind. If I am not allowed to nag, then I can simply beat these rules into you.”
“Is this how you all amuse yourselves? By sending photos of your exposed body parts?”
“Good grief. I need eyes everywhere to keep track of everyone.”
Extras! (It's hard to pick just 100 y'know?)
1. “Leading unhealthy lifestyles, frittering away your time and money… The extent to which you all squander your lives away is quite intolerable to watch.”
2. “Put two or more of you together, and you start getting ideas in your head. Bad ideas.”
3. “The next time one of you puts so much as a toe out of line… I'lI march you all up your beloved Mt. Imminent Death, and ensure that you NEVER return.”
4. “So as an extra bonus, I'll tickle you...”
5. “How nice that you're not letting our large underground gambling problem spoil your fun...”
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𝒮𝒽𝓎 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇 ༝༚༝༚
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OHHHHHHHHH MY GOD ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'LL NEVER BE THE SAME AFTER THIS!!!!!! THIS ENDING?? THIS WHOLE EVERYTHING!!!!! WHERE DO I EVEN START I'M SO STUNNED!!!! WHAT!!!!!
"The end of time" was the most incredible ending I could have asked for!!! We finished watching it all at 3am last night and we spent all of today yelling about it, I can't believe just how good this was!!! I'm so glad we've never watched this show before while this was airing so that we get to watch it all fresh for the first time because we are having the time of our lives now
It was completely devastating and so so inspiring, just exactly how I was hoping for it to be, I already want to rewatch S1 to S4 all over again 😭 the sheer comfort I get from the character of the doctor is insane, I've never rooted for a character so hard and wholeheartedly in my life, he really is the most wonderful being in the universe I'm in tears I'm Wilfred rn what the fuck man I'll never recover from this!!! I feel like a ten year old kid with a new superhero GOD IT WAS ALL SO GOOD I CAN'T ARTICULATE I'd yell about each scene but I'm aware that pretty much everyone has watched this ages ago so you know and I still wouldn't want to spoil anyone that hasn't just in case because going into this unspoiled and knowing nothing about it has been the most satisfying experience ever and I hope more people get to have it too!!! please if you haven't watched this before go do that!! and if you have and it's been a while do it again!!! the acting?? INSANE!! the writing!! incredible!! I have only good things to say!!! I only wish we had 1000 more seasons with RTD and David Tennant I really love this man, I'm so sad to see him go!!! and so happy to get him back for the 60 special!!
When we got to the last episodes of season 4 I was expecting pain and instead I got an unexpected fix-it device that was rather strange but cute so I was somewhat relieved and confused, then the holidays specials were pretty standard and lighthearted AND THEN THE WATERS OF MARS? INSANE EPISODE, I loved it so much, that whole part at the end FANTASTIC they went there and I LOVE them for it!! another favourite episode for sure, and THEN THE END OF TIME?? by this point Nicolas and I were twisted into a single pretzel on the couch bracing ourselves, it went from extremely intense to SO FUNNY to heartbreaking and just...amazing!!! AAAAAA anyway!! I had to get all that out of my system, now onwards to S5!!! I'm curious to meet Matt Smith's doctor 😊
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an old friend, a new start {remus lupin}
plot: Fourteen years after graduating Hogwarts, you're offered a job to be the new Muggle Music Professor. Funnily enough, your old friend, Remus Lupin, is also offered a new job at Hogwarts that year.
character: remus lupin x female reader
note: this has potential to be multiple parts, if anyone's interested let me know cause i'd like to write more of it xx
You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the carriage to look up at the large, looming castle in front of you. Hogwarts. The castle really hadn't changed at all. It was still strikingly beautiful and so intricately built. Dumbledore took a lot of care to maintain Hogwarts and its grounds and it showed. You lifted your trunk off of the ground and made your way through the grounds to the Great Hall.
The last time you were here was fourteen years ago, the day you graduated. How times had changed. When you were last here, you and your friends were carefree and wild, excited to see what life had in store for you. When there had once been six of you, now only half survived. You hadn't spoken to the other surviving members of the Marauders in years, well Sirius had been sent to Azkaban for the murder of Peter Pettigrew (and you believed it was also for betraying James and Lily too. You and Remus fell out of contact a year or two after Peter's supposed death and Sirius's imprisonment. Life got in the way and it was too hard. There were too many memories and it was too painful so the two of you lost contact.
You often wondered about Remus. He had been your closest friend once upon a time and at one point, you had been head over heels for him but he never knew that. You would wonder about his life, how he was dealing with his condition, if he ever settled down...
Little did you know you'd be finding out sooner rather than later.
Professor McGonagall welcomed you as you walked into the Great Hall, "Ah, (y/n), dear, how lovely to see you after all these years." She greeted with a warm smile. She remained the same, a few more wrinkles around her warm eyes but she was the same, "Or should I say Professor." She had a twinkle in her eye, "I always did like seeing our students come back to be Professors."
You smiled, "Thank you, Professor," you said gratefully, glad that your first interaction was with a friendly familiar face.
"Oh," she said with a sweep of her hand, "call me Minerva... How does it feel to be back?"
"It feels good to be back actually... A little strange and bittersweet." You told her, looking around, "Their memories haunt me every single day but it's more intense here." Minerva looked around the Great Hall, agreeing, "I remember my first day getting sorted into Gryffindor and sitting beside Lily... She was my first friend here before I met the rest."
Her smile was wide and her eyes were a dazzling bright green colour, clashing yet complimenting her orange hair perfectly, "Here," she said, patting the space on the bench beside her, "sit with me, will you?" You gladly sat beside her as you introduced yourselves to the other, "It's all so exciting isn't it? Overwhelming but it's exciting to be somewhere we all belong."
You shook yourself out of the memory and apologised to Minerva but she tutted and gave you a warm smile, "Don't apologise, dear. Keep those happy memories of them alive, all of them." Even Sirius. Even though he betrayed the Potters' ending up getting them and Peter killed, "Speaking of the past, I do have some potentially upsetting news to tell you. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban recently," you nodded, you'd read all about it. You'd seen his face plastered everywhere, crazed and wild, "James and Lily's son, Harry, he's a third year at Hogwarts... As you know Sirius is the godfather of Harry Potter and we fear that Sirius may try and come to kill the last surviving member of the Potter family."
You nodded as she explained the precautions Hogwarts was taking, "Dementors from Azkaban will be guarding Hogwarts. My honest advice is to stay out of their way, the scary buggers." You laughed slightly, "Just... Be on your highest guard. I've warned Remus too. You two know Sirius better than anyone."
You frowned, "Remus?" You asked, "He's here?"
Minerva looked at you puzzled, "Yes. Sorry, dear, forgive me, I just assumed the two of you would still be in contact."
"No... We haven't seen each other for about a decade actually. It was too painful. Too many painful memories."
Minerva nodded, "Well I hope that him being here and with Sirius on the loose, it may rekindle your friendship once again. The two of you were always the best of friends." You were. You and Remus did everything together, "I don't usually like to gossip on students but seeing as you graduated fourteen years ago, I always did think the two of you would be good together." She smiled, a twinkle in her eye, as you blushed furiously, "Anyway, he's our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Do you want me to show you where your classroom is?"
"Still fifth floor, right?" You asked her to which she nodded, "I think I should be able to find it myself but thank you, Minerva." It would take a while to get used to calling her that, "Once I'm settled, we should catch up some more." Minerva smiled and agreed and then you walked away.
"Professor Lupin's classroom is on the third floor," she called after you. You didn't have to turn around to know that she would be smirking.
Hogwarts was huge with lots of winding staircases that ended up going to different places but it was like muscle memory. Your legs just knew which route to take. Instead of taking the quickest route to your new classroom, you took a bit of a scenic tour, just wanting to soak up everything old and everything new.
The silliest of memories resurfaced as you walked around.
"Look, Moony!" James grinned as Remus approached the two of you, "Padfoot's going to jump down this staircase. He believes he can do it without hurting himself."
Remus looked to you and you just shrugged, "I tried to stop him but it's Sirius, Rem. We'll never be able to control him." (It ended with Sirius spending a night in the hospital).
You turned a corner, finding yourself in front of a painting that you remembered.
You'd just happened across her standing looking at the painting. It was only your second day so you stopped to see if she was okay. "It's crazy," a first year Lily Evans said with a wide smile, "I'm Muggleborn so this is still all quite new to me but it still amazes me that paintings move."
"My dad's a Muggle," you said to Lily, "I kind of had the best of both worlds. I knew about magic but also knew and grew up with a lot of Muggle stuff like Muggle music, I love Muggle music."
"Oh my goodness," Lily grinned, "me too! Who's your favourite?"
"I love The Beatles-"
"No way!" Her smile was contagious, bright and so happy, "Oh (y/n), we're going to be such good friends."
Then you went through a rarely used shortcut through a painting and through a narrow staircase.
Remus coughed, "I suspect this is seldom used given how dusty it is... How did you find out about this secret passageway?"
You laughed, "Rem, I quite genuinely fell through the painting and landed on the stairs. I went up them and they got me to the fourth floor much quicker! Trust the process. Maybe next time we should bring a brush and do a bit of housekeeping?"
After leaving the passageway you wiped your robes down, they had gathered a lot of dust. You wondered whether or not all the other secret passageways and secret rooms you had once hidden in were still accessible and hidden. You'd need to investigate soon. You headed up a spiral staircase and then after a short walk through a hallway, you were standing in front of a classroom which said in large golden painted letters: MUGGLE MUSIC. You smiled and slowly pushed the door open.
"Oh it's brilliant," you said to yourself, clapping with glee after putting your trunk down. It was quite run down, maybe not loved as well as it should've been but getting it back up and running shouldn't be too much of a challenge. You wandered around the classroom, a fresh lick of paint on the walls, some newer instruments and maybe some plants and the classroom would look a lot better. The instruments you had were in relatively good condition but luckily for you, you had plenty of instruments in much better condition in your trunk.
"I learned a new charm!" Sirius grinned, "Check this out." He swung his bag off of his shoulder and began pulling out various textbooks and things alike.
Peter glanced at you, "What's the charm?" He asked sheepishly, "So far you've just made a mess."
Sirius rolled his eyes, "Use your head, Wormtail! Look at the size of my bag and look at the amount of books I just pulled out! That's not all-" he stopped talking and then pulled out, "made sure to pack my handy dandy hat stand."
"You stole a bloody hat stand?!" Remus hissed but even he couldn't hide the smile from his face, "Where's it from?"
Sirius winked, "Just borrowing it, Moony... from Slughorn's office. Anyway... who wants to learn the charm?"
That charm was your second favourite thing you learned at Hogwarts, the first was the charm that Lily taught you afterwards to keep your luggage or bag or whatever you were carrying light, never weighing more than a pound. You lay your trunk on one of the tables, opening it taking out the various instruments you'd carefully packed away. You put them in the instruments cupboard, you'd sort it another day, but just now you wanted to go to your room.
Your office was in the room adjacent to the classroom and then in the room attached to that was your living area. A small bedroom complete with a double bed, a wardrobe, a chest of drawers and then attached was a small kitchen and a bathroom. Your living space was small but more than enough. Your office was a desk, a chair and a few potted plants. There was a bookshelf with various books, a couch and a couple of tables and empty units. You would put your personal record player in here and also have one in the classroom but you would unpack your personal belongings soon. You sat on the bed as you looked around. You could hardly believe that this was your life now, that you were here once again... not only could you not believe that you were here again but so was Remus.
Remus.
You sat upright. He was already here, you knew he'd be in his classroom unpacking and getting ready for the term ahead. A bubble of nervousness suddenly appeared in your stomach as you stood and looked in the mirror that was on the wall. You looked tired but that was to be expected after a five hour journey. You smoothed out your hair and robes before leaving your classroom.
Defence Against the Dark Arts was on the third floor, you remembered exactly what it had once looked like. It was one of your favourite classes when you were a student, it was just fun learning new things and getting to practice magic.
It was then that you noticed someone familiar walking towards you. Inwardly you groaned but you plastered a smile on your face, "Fancy meeting you here, Severus."
Snape sneered at you, "(y/n)... How delightful." He had aged horribly. The same greasy hair, the same large pointed nose, the same dark beady eyes and the same scowl. It seemed he permanently scowled judging by the wrinkles on his forehead. In school, Snape was awful. He was rude, judgemental, bigoted and a bully. And yes, you would then agree that James and Sirius bullied him too but Severus had called his old best friend, Lily Evans, a mudblood and then acted as though he hated her whilst still pining over her. You just didn't like him and Snape, well, Snape didn't like anybody, "I just ran into the werewolf. Already asking me to concoct potions for his... time of the month." Always a cheap shot to make a joke about Remus's time of the month. It was Sirius's favourite thing to do once upon a time.
You nodded, "That's good of you to do that for him. I'm sure he appreciates it."
Snape looked at you displeased, "Obviously."
"Okay, great seeing you, Sev," you said quickly, needing away from him, "let's catch up soon?"
Snape scoffed, "No thank you."
"Ah," you said, patting his shoulder as you moved past him, "you've not changed at all, Sev. Always a pleasure!" Snape looked pissed off as you scampered past him but let's face it, he always looked pissed. You shuddered as you walked away. Fourteen years later and he still creeped you out.
You could hear chatter approaching and you realised that it was the students returning from their summer holidays, coming back to school. You straightened your robes one final time as you walked down the staircase to meet handfuls of older students who were walking up the stairs. You greeted them happily and most of them gave you at least a smile back. As you continued down the steps you saw-
"James?"
Your heart was in your throat, beating hard, as your stomach dropped. You stopped in the middle of the staircase as a young boy, third or fourth year, walked towards you. At the mention of his father's name, his head snapped to you. It was like looking through a window into the past. His hair was just as dark and just as messy. His grin was just as cheeky. He wore the same full moon glasses but his eyes... those were Lily Evans's eyes. You caught a glimpse of the lightening bolt scar on his forehead.
"Sorry, Harry, right?" You asked forcing yourself to smile, "I'm sorry, you just look so much like your father but-"
"I have my mother's eyes," Harry said with a nod and a smile, "Did you know them Professor...?"
"Oh (y/n). (y/n) (y/l/n). I'm the new Muggle Music Professor," you introduced yourself to him and his two, what you assumed to be, friends, "I was really good friends with your mother and father actually."
Harry's eyes lit up. All that poor boy wanted was to know about his parents, "You were? Professor do you think you could tell me about them?"
You stepped aside to let some other students pass, "Of course. Any time at all. My class is on the fifth floor, feel free to drop by whenever. How about we get settled in today and later this week you could come by? Bring your friends too if you wish," you gave a polite smile to Ron and Hermione, "Professor Lupin was also good friends with your parents, that's where I'm off to just now. To say hello to an old friend." Old friends and new starts.
The girl stuck out her hand which you shook gladly, "Hermione. Hermione Granger and this is Ronald Weasley."
The red haired boy rolled his eyes, "No one calls me Ronald, it's Ron, Hermione."
"All of us are taking Muggle Music actually so we'll be in your class." Hermione told you ignoring Ron.
"Yeah after you forced us to take your boring class-" Ron stopped realising that he was insulting your subject to your face, "I'm sorry, I'm sure it's not boring-" His cheeks turned bright pink, as did the tips of his ears.
You laughed, "That's alright. I assume it probably was boring but that'll change now that I'm here, I assure you, Ron. Anyway, I best let you three go to your Common Room and settle in. Come see me whenever you wish, all of you."
"Professor?" Harry said as you went to walk away, "You said Professor Lupin was a friend of my parents?" You nodded, explaining that you'd all been best friends at their age, "Do you think he would come too and tell me about my parents?"
You smiled, "I think that he'd love that, Harry. I'll say to him and we'll arrange something, alright?" You nodded at them once more before disappearing down the stairs and along the corridor. You hadn't seen Harry since he was a baby and goodness he was James's double just with Lily's eyes. Lily's lovely kind eyes. They'd be so proud. You had been so preoccupied you hadn't realised your feet had already taken you to the DADA classroom until you had stopped outside it and there he was. He was unpacking a box of trinkets onto his desk.
"Rem," you said quietly but his keen ears heard your voice and he stopped.
He raised his head and a wide smile grew on his face, "(y/n)," he said back, just as soft, "What are you doing here?"
"Gone and got myself a job. I'm the new Muggle Music Professor." Remus smiled. He knew about your love for Muggle music. It was something the two of you bonded over since Remus's mother was a Muggle too.
All the nerves you'd had about seeing him again vanished as he welcomed you into his arms. You forgot how tall he was, how he still towered over you. Your head was on his chest as you breathed deeply. He smelled the same; coffee and chocolate. A scent that was so comforting to you, so warm and friendly; he smelled like home. You liked that no matter how much time passed, he was still the same dorky Remus you once knew.
He pulled back, holding you at arms length to drink you in, "You look incredible."
You grinned, thanking him as your cheeks burned furiously. Life had not been kind to him, you could tell from the tattered clothes and the beaten up trunk in the corner. He looked in dire need of a sleep but he was still handsome, a little wearier and gaunt with a few extra wrinkles but those warm, honey brown eyes were the same. His scars were more silvery now, like his hair which was still light brown but had greys scattered amongst. He was still as handsome as you remembered but your heart panged knowing that life hadn't been as kind to him.
"So do you," you said with a smile.
Remus rolled his eyes, "Oh, hush," he laughed, "How have you been?"
You nodded, "Uh, yeah, good... Yeah. You?" Now it was time for the awkwardness to come.
Remus shrugged, "Can't complain now that I'm here."
"I met Snape," you told him after a moment of pregnant pause. You recounted the whole encounter, making Remus laugh loudly at how you ended the conversation.
"Bet he's gone off to dip his cloaks in detergent now that you've touched him."
"Still won't wash his hair though, will he?" You teased making Remus laugh again. That booming loud laughter that you loved to hear when you were sixteen.
When the laughter died down, you said, "Have you seen him yet? Harry, I mean." You sat on one of the tables and Remus sat on the one across from you.
He nodded, "Uncanny, isn't it?"
"I called him James. It was like looking into the past but with-"
"Lily's eyes."
You smiled, "They'd be so proud, wouldn't they?"
Remus sighed fondly, a ghost of a smile on his lips, "Oh you know that wherever they are Prongs is bragging all about their Chosen One of a son." You laughed and Remus's smile grew upon hearing your laughter. He'd missed hearing that sound.
"I missed you," he murmured, "I apologise for not being a very good friend."
You shook your head, "I'm sorry too... It was just too painful, Rem. It hurt to see you after... after losing everyone else, after Sirius." Remus nodded, "It still hurts even twelve years later. To see you was to not see them; a constant reminder that they're gone and that we're still here..."
"Survivor's guilt," Remus spoke quietly, "I'd went to therapy when I could afford it... That's what she called it." The two of you were silent for a while before he spoke, "And apparently Sirius is back to kill the last of the Potters'..."
"What happened?" You sighed, "How could he?"
Remus shook his head, "I've been asking myself that since it happened."
You sat up straighter, nudging his knee with your foot, "When I ran into Harry I'd told him that I was close with his parents, said that you were too... He's asked if we could both sit with him and tell him about his parents. The poor boy just wants to know who they were. Would you?"
"Course," Remus said, "Just let me know when and where."
You looked around the classroom. It was still pretty much the same as you remembered it to be just with added decoration on the ceiling, "It's not changed much," your voice was quiet, "it's nice to be back."
Remus stood and extended his hand to you, "Would you like to go do some exploring?"
You took his hand as you grinned, jumping down from the desk, "Oh, I'd love nothing more. Lead the way, Moony!"
And all of a sudden the two of you were sixteen again running around the corridors of Hogwarts keeping your friends in line.
"You're my best friend," Remus said, words slurred from the firewhisky. You were all laying on the floor in the Room of Requirement. James and Sirius were snoring loudly, Peter was hiccupping in a corner and you and Rem were on the floor facing each other, "I fancy you but you're my best friend first and forever." You giggled as he continued, "Don't ever leave me, I'd miss you too much, (y/n)."
As you walked with him, with the memory repeating in your mind, you couldn't help but latch onto his arm, head on his shoulder. His cheeks tinged pink as you did this so casually. Maybe things hadn't changed that much. Maybe things would be like how they once were. "I missed you, Remus... I think good things are in store for us both this year."
Oh please be right.
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Half-Lore #2: The G-Man Theories
This topic was the second-most voted in the poll! If there's any others you'd like me to cover, just let me know. Without further ado, here's all we know about the G-Man's identity! Take a peek below the cut:
Let me start by saying that not even Valve really knows what the G-Man is. His identity, which has been hinted at throughout the series, has changed significantly throughout the 25 years that Half-Life itself has existed. To get a full grasp of what each theory means, I'm going to give you a rundown of his history in the game's development. I'd say a quick rundown, but I'd be lying to your face. Here we go!
Half-Life
The name 'G-Man' actually comes from this game as it's what his model was called. This is a shorthand for 'government man', a shady figure who works within the USA's top-secret projects. Earlier models of G-Man actually featured the Department of Defence logo on his briefcase, indicating that the G-Man was tied to them somehow (or at least pretending to be tied to the government).
It was also heavily implied that the G-Man was the administrator of Black Mesa, as another one of his models from the Goldsource era features the Black Mesa logo on the briefcase. The administrator's role in the game was primarily conveyed through letters, signed with the name L.M. Here's one of the letters, which is welcoming Gordon to the facility (and also confirms that Gordon can speak?):
The G-Man was said to have 'gone to great lengths' to get the Xen crystal sample that caused the Resonance Cascade, which was our first clue that he was responsible for the Xenian invasion from the beginning. Hints from the Nihilanth also tell us that quite a few others are aware of the G-Man's meddling- as well as try to warn Gordon that the G-Man's not human, and that he's not an ally.
You can see the shift away from the administrator identity in Opposing Force, when Adrian Shepard's diary talks of a strange man that showed up a few days ago, and was talking with his superiors. This gives us the sense that the G-Man wasn't a force working from inside of Black Mesa, but rather without it. The veracity of this sighting is a bit up in the air though, as most of Opposing Force has been retconned.
It's safe to say that the G-Man's identity wasn't solid, even from the beginning. So where the hell does that leave us?
Half-Life 2
During development of HL2, the G-Man was still going to be the former administrator of Black Mesa; Breen and the G-Man's characters have always been quite tied up due to their dual development. The face model for G-Man, a therapist named Frank Sheldon, was actually slated to be for Breen's character instead. However, after a Valve employee did a quick edit to the facial captures for Breen, it was decided to give Frank Sheldon's face to the G-Man instead.
At this point, the administrator L.M was retconned, being replaced as the administrator of Black Mesa by Dr. Wallace Breen. L.M essentially underwent a weird sort of meiosis and two characters spawned from one.
We know for a fact that Gordon's 'contract' with the G-Man was something passed around by important players in the G-Man's plan, and bidded on. Breen is aware of Gordon, and believed that he has bought Gordon out, therefore preventing him from futhering the rebellion against the Combine. However, the G-Man was double-crossing him, and Breen died in the final battle when Mossman betrayed Breen and set Gordon free. Though, I wonder what Breen bid for the contract?
Although this means that we got an incredibly well-written and tragic villain, it also means that we're back to square one in terms of G-Man's identity. No more L.M, no more government ties, no more Black Mesa. So what does Half-Life 2 give us instead?
As I mentioned earlier, it was always implied that G-Man wasn't human. The alien identity is played more strongly in HL2, where the link between the G-Man and the shu'ulathoi (Combine advisors) is established. The Vortigaunts are able to hide away from the psychic powers of the shu'ulathoi, as their connection to the Vortessence allows them to take actions the shu'u cannot see or prevent. They also refer to the advisors as shu'ulathoi, as it's a language the shu'u can't comprehend.
The Vorts are the only force shown to be capable of preventing the G-Man from reaching Gordon. During Episode 1, the Vorts save Gordon from stasis, and for the duration of the episode (and for the first part of episode 2, when Gordon is still under the protection of the Vorts), we don't see G-Man at all. Any actions that Gordon takes is completely free of any G-related meddling. It's implied, therefore, that the G-Man's true origin is a shu'ulathoi.
Breengrub
The G-Man - shu'ulathoi ties are made even stronger in Marc Laidlaw's Breengrub account. There, Breen, whose conscience has been transferred to a shu'ulathoi host body (the one he mentioned in a conversation with another combine advisor at the end of HL2), recounts the world of the shu'ulathoi.
Powerfully psychic, they could hatch into any form they wished when they left the larval phase. They are referred to as dreamers and philosphers, a society where ideas are currency. At some point, they fell ill to a parasite, making them weaker and easier to conquer. The Combine did so, and kept the shu'u in their grub phases in order to better exploit their powers and prevent them from fighting back. It's implied that the Combine planted this parasite in the first place. It caused the shu'ulathoi to destroy their own minds and culture.
Breengrub explains that a few shu'ulathoi remain on the home planet, hidden and slumbering. A few were even able to escape the Combine invasion. It's heavily implied that G-Man was one of these grubs to escape the invasion. He hatched into the form of a human, and made his way to Earth, orchestrating the Resonance Cascade in order to bring about the ultimate downfall of the Combine at the hands of Gordon Freeman. His 'employers' are implied to be the slumbering shu'ulathoi that remain on his home planet.
So, that's it, right? He's a shu'ulathoi!
Well, not really. This is a rough draft of what Episode 3 could've touched upon, and this isn't anywhere close to canon, as Marc no longer works for Valve (so stop pestering him with emails!). It's safe to say that whatever they were planning back in 2007 isn't anywhere close to their intentions with the G-Man nearly over two decades later, when they released Half-Life: Alyx. Speaking of which!
Half-Life: Alyx
I'd like you to keep in mind that HLA was considered a 'soft reboot' of the Half-Life franchise. Rectons were made, new characters introduced, and Eli got a sick new jacket. We can't exactly apply the old canon to this fresher chapter, but we can make inferences.
As you all know, the G-Man was captured by the Combine, five years before Gordon was released from statis. His power was so great that they had to literally heft up an entire apartment block to contain him. We don't see him in person for the majority of the game, but we do see him in the Vortigaunt murals, which depict their enslavement at the hands of the Nihilanth, and the G-Man's meddling in Gordon's fate.
(Fun fact! He was originally meant to be there against his own will. Here's some of the concept art that explored this idea!)
Vortigaunts are used to contain his power, and their own Vortessence is sapped in substations to ensure that he can't escape. Whether this is still referring to the shu'ulathoi theory or just tapping into Episode 1's revelations is still unknown.
Something interesting to note is that Eli mentions that "...whatever's in the Vault really hates the Combine". We've therefore established that this soft reboot of the franchise is more clearly establishing the G-Man's vendetta against the Combine. His hatred for Vortigaunts can also be connected to his imprisonment- it's implied he was tortured with their energy!
Hahn, labelled in the files as 'Contractor', is adamant that they "...move the [Vault]" when it's clear that Alyx is going to set him free. She's also implied to be higher on the Combine pecking order than Breen. Her role in the franchise is, as of yet, unknown, but Erik Wolpaw has told us that they've got 'plans' for her. She's clearly aware of the G-Man's role in the rescas, as well as what he's capable of. Maybe she was present at Black Mesa? Maybe the two have made a deal in the past? Maybe she's simply been told that he's dangerous? We still don't know.
"This is great and all, Narklos." I hear you say, rather loudly, at your computer screen. "But what in the Nine Hells does this mean for his identity?"
Truth be told, my inquisitive reader, this reboot has completely thrown any and all theories we may have up into the air. The nature of a reboot is that anything we may know isn't something we can take for granted anymore. Alyx is now under the G-Man's employ, Eli's still alive, and for all we know, Russell could be the next villain. It's an exciting time for theorycrafters who want to unravel gaming's biggest mystery, but for lore sticklers, it's a bit of a dead end.
With the history of the G-Man's various identities in mind, let's go through some of the most famous (and infamous) G-Man theories from the past 25 years.
G-Man is Gordon from the future
This is an earlier theory. Obviously the link can be made between Gordon Freeman and the G-Man's names. A funny theory made by players in the noughties, with not much value behind it.
G-Man is Alyx's grandfather
This was more of a joke theory talked about by some Valve developers. It was brought about, most likely, when the players discussed how familial G-Man seemed to Alyx, having saved her as a baby. He also seems to really care for her wellbeing, and implores Gordon to get Alyx safely to White Forest. G-Man also calls Alyx "my dear". While it isn't entirely impossible, considering all we know, this theory is definitely false. Still though, it's a nice little analysis of how the G-Man is capable of expression emotions other than smug superiority and quiet rage.
G-Man is a Shu'ulathoi
This one's still the most prevalent theory we have today. It's the one most subscribe to due to the amount of evidence, both from the games and from other sources, that we have to draw from.
G-Man was a shu'ulathoi that escaped his home planet after the Combine invaded. His employers are the slumbering shu'ulathoi that remain, safe from Combine meddling. He's orchestrated the events of the series and beyond to get revenge for the destruction of his homeworld and kin. G-Man hatched into the form of a human to fool others, and his psychic powers can be attributed to the psychic nature of the shu'u.
His strange breathing patterns are due to the shu'ulathoi being unable to breathe in Earth's atmosphere, hence why they all wear breathing apperatus (and at one point in development, the Combine were meant to be replacing the atmosphere with toxic fumes that allowed the shu'u to breathe).
Though we've got the most evidence for this one, considering the direction the series has taken, I wouldn't fully subscribe to this anymore, as there's still so much that we could find out.
G-Man is Valve
Again, another early/joke theory. G-Man is the embodiment of the Valve developers, following the player around and putting them into 'statis' (i.e: ending the game) when they reach the end of the campaign.
G-Man runs the Combine
Another weird one. This probably came about from the confusion behind G-Man's motives in the second game, and how he never seems to fully help the rebels.
G-Man is a Nihilanth
This is one of the earlier theories that I can remember, at least. Because the Nihilanth is such a powerful alien, many speculated that the G-Man was also a Nihilanth in another form. However, this theory fell apart when it was revealed that the Nihilanth was actually the last of its species.
And really, that's all we know. The G-Man has been, and will most likely remain, one of the most famous figures in gaming. Ironic, considering how little we truly know about him. We don't even know his name- the one we refer to him by now is simply what his model is called!
Who's to say what we'll find out in the future? Will we ever get what we're searching for? Do we really need to know? Isn't the beauty of a character like the G-Man that we know enough to guess, but we don't know enough to understand? I'll leave that up to you.
If you've read to the bottom, thank you! Here's a video of the G-Man and Kleiner beating the shit out of each other.
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Honestly, the Injustice version of Batman is one of my favorites, can I ask for a romantic concept of him if that's okay? Thx!
I can try! He's probably not too different from the usual Batman :)
General Yandere Batman Concept Here
Yandere! Batman/Bruce Wayne Concept
(INJUSTICE)
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Overprotective behavior, Isolation, Paranoia, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Dubious relationship, Stalking.
Batman would overall be the same as he is in his general concept.
What changes here is the plot, the background.
Batman has a lot more to worry about when it comes to his darling in this situation.
He's nervous to lose you to The Regime.
That or Brainiac if we are going that far into Injustice 2.
This Batman's biggest fear is the idea of losing you to another faction.
He's still oblivious to the pain and neglect he may cause you while trying to protect you, just like his usual universe.
I feel this Batman is more prone to kidnapping/isolating you in the Batcave rather than watching you from the shadows.
He'd try to take things slower if he could but the recent events harm his mental state.
Think about what Injustice! Batman has gone through in the entire series?
Think of the games, think of the comics...
By the time he's isolating you he's already lost Damian to The Regime and begins to wonder if you'll leave too.
Even if we talk about the time between Injustice 1 and 2, he'd still feel a bit insecure at the idea of letting you out of his sight.
I'd call this Batman more paranoid than the others.
Can't really blame him as this is a version who has been through more trauma than your average Batman.
He feels safest if his darling is in the Batcave with him, right by his side and in sight.
You are probably one of the only things keeping Bruce together during this entire journey.
Batman is not typically an affectionate yandere, still isn't but there's times he just needs to hold you.
He needs reassurance that he won't lose you to another side.
He understands you may not like being in hiding all the time, even before the "relationship" between you, yet in his eyes it keeps you safe.
Be it a rogue Superman, a new criminal group, or a deranged alien obsessed with collecting... as Batman he promises to keep you safe.
He just hopes you trust him.
This Batman does seem like the type to convince his darling to stay on his side if they have doubts.
If you like another faction or begin to distrust Batman due to his behavior, he'll try his best to convince you he's on the right side and doing the right thing.
If he felt you were going to try and leave him I can see him caging you.
He hates the idea of you leaving him because you don't believe in him.
Ironically, locking you up in a cage is his solution, as if it doesn't confirm your thoughts of dissent towards him.
I feel Batman is really trying to protect and love you in his own strange way.
He's just stubborn and oblivious to the fact his way is not always the right way.
Superman isn't much better in this series if I'm being honest.
He has a tendency to not listen to your attempts to reason with him and just expects you to listen to him.
He does what he does because he loves you.
He still never kills, but he will defend you with his life.
He doesn't care if the only way to keep you is isolation with just him to monitor you.
Batman has seen what this world has become.
You'd die out there with The Regime, The Society, and Brainiac.
You're safest here with him, in his arms in a pleasant kiss, even if you never wanted it.
#yandere dc#yandere dc comics#yandere injustice#yandere injustice 2#yandere batman#yandere bruce wayne
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Say it with flowers
Summary
Crowley discovers that giving flowers to your partner can be a way of showing your love by pleasing your beloved. Why not give it a try?
Notes
Day 11 : Flowers
On Ao3
Rating G - 1126 words
Crowley was sipping his coffee at the counter of Give Me Coffee or Give Me Death when his attention was drawn to something strange in the street.
He turned to Nina and asked, "What is Mr. Cheng doing with that huge bouquet of flowers in his hands?"
Nina replied, "Oh, that? Well, that's normal. He brings his wife flowers every week."
Crowley raised an eyebrow, "Any particular reason?"
Nina smiled softly, "No, the only reason is that he loves his wife and she loves flowers, so he brings her a bouquet once a week, just like that."
Crowley asked a little confused, "Is that something you have to do when you... love someone?"
Nina shook her head and chuckled softly, "Sometimes I forget that despite your sooooo long life, as you seem to say, you have as much experience as a newborn baby when it comes to relationships. No, idiot, it's not something you HAVE to do, it's something you do when you love someone and want to please them."
A little later, Nina watched in amusement as he left the cafe, so lost in thought that he didn't hear her say goodbye.
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Aziraphale entered the bookshop a little later in the afternoon and immediately had the impression that something was different, but he couldn't figure out what.
It wasn't until he sat down at his desk that he noticed, to his surprise, a pretty porcelain vase containing a delicate yellow tulip.
Not daring to imagine that Crowley had left it there, he asked Muriel, "Muriel? Do you know who brought this flower here?"
The angel, a small smile on their lips, replied mysteriously, "Oh yes, but I promised not to tell."
Aziraphale nodded.
After this answer, it wasn't hard to tell now that it was Crowley who had left the flower, but Aziraphale wondered why.
What could have motivated this gesture?
Was it...
An idea struck him as he rummaged through one of the shelves at the back of the bookshop.
"Where is it? .... not that one... Ha! There it is! I've found it, Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers!"
With the book in hand, the angel sat down at his desk and began to leaf through it, murmuring, "Tulip... tulip... yellow tulip! Here it is! Yellow tulips represent happiness, joy, and hope. The Victorians even believed that yellow tulips literally meant there's sunshine in your smile. That's why yellow tulips have become a popular "just because" gift, because they are sure to bring a smile to anyone's face. "
Aziraphale couldn't help but blush at the significance of the flower Crowley had left on his desk.
"Hello Angel! You're back?"
Aziraphale quickly closed the book and hid it under the papers covering his desk before turning back to Crowley.
"Hello, my dear! How was it with Nina?"
Crowley shrugged and replied, "The usual."
They continued to discuss what they had done, deliberately avoiding the elephant in the room, which happened to be the vase on Aziraphale's desk.
When Muriel returned home after greeting them, a strange silence fell between them.
Suddenly, the angel couldn't stand it any longer and simply said, "Thank you for the flower.
Crowley looked up sharply and replied, "I..."
Aziraphale shook his head and said quietly, "I know it's you."
"Muriel?"
The angel replied with a smile, "No, they didn't say anything, or rather the fact that they weren't supposed to tell me anything reinforced my initial opinion. But what I'd like to know is why?"
Crowley muttered, "Don't make me say it, Angel. It's ridiculous, really."
"I doubt that."
Aziraphale rose, came to sit beside the demon on the sofa, and took his hand, intertwining their fingers.
He said softly to him, "Come on, Crowley, please tell me."
Crowley, visibly embarrassed, told Aziraphale about his conversation with Nina that had prompted him to make the gesture.
Aziraphale looked at him with an affectionate smile and said softly, "You're not going to like what I'm about to say, but you really are too sweet for words, you know?"
Crowley looked indignant, but before he could speak, the angel continued, "I told you you wouldn't like it. But Crowley, you know you don't have to do this kind of thing for me."
The demon replied, "I told you this was ridiculous."
Aziraphale put a finger to the demon's lips and replied earnestly, "I forbid you to say that, and that's not what I meant at all. Let me finish, will you? What I meant was that you've pleased me countless times without having to make any special gesture. You do it when you bring me cakes from Nina's, when you help me chase away an unruly customer, when you answer the phone for me, when you refill my cup of tea or hot chocolate when you see it's empty or cold, when you straighten my bow tie when you see it's crooked, all these little things are so many signs that you care about me and make me very happy. And this flower makes me very happy too, don't doubt it for a moment. I just want you to know that I don't need this to know that you love me, you understand?"
Crowley nodded slowly, and with a slight, cheeky smile on his lips, he asked, "Which means you have no objection to my continuing."
Aziraphale shook his head and said, "Absolutely not. But then again, why a tulip and why yellow?"
"Well, I asked the florist for a yellow flower and that's all he had."
Aziraphale asked curiously, "Why yellow?"
Crowley raised an eyebrow and replied, "Because your favorite color is yellow, for some reason I'd rather not know."
Aziraphale, knowing full well the reason, nudged him on the shoulder, "Idiot."
Then he added quietly, "Do you know what the yellow tulip means in the language of flowers?"
The demon shook his head, "Not a clue."
Aziraphale said gently, "Among other beautiful things, it represents happiness. So I'll never find ridiculous a flower that represents both happiness and the eye color of the one who brings me that happiness."
Crowley began to protest, as he did every time Aziraphale complimented him, so the angel stopped him in the way he knew best. He wrapped his arm around the demon's neck and drew his face to his own to kiss him tenderly.
The demon gave up any desire to argue and returned the kiss.
The next morning, Aziraphale was delighted to see that a second tulip had joined the first, and the smile that appeared on his lips was not because a yellow tulip traditionally brings a smile to anyone's face, but because of the demon who had brought the flower there.
His own source of happiness.
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Still not beta'd
Still not my native language
Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰
Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝
Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)
Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)
#good omens#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#ineffable boyfriends#aziraphale#crowley#good omens fanfiction#aziraphale x crowley#crowley x aziraphale#GOS2Spoilers
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obsessed with hajun because he is so loveable but also deeply unlikeable. which is... literally the charm of his character. he's slightly strange and incredibly elusive and undoubtedly morally questionable but no less human. he's sharp-tongued and insensitive at times, but he's clearly trying to be gentler, and a little more aware in his manner when it's necessary. (congratulations on the cognitive empathy, hajun, i'm sure you'll put it to good use.) i like that his moment of vulnerability didn't soften him up but he's learned to be honest with the people he loves. i know hajun is very much in his senses when he does something wrong, makes someone uncomfortable / embarrassed but i also don't think he'd appreciate his actions being moralised. at the end of the day, he wants to be seen, known and understood for who he really is but he's afraid of baring himself that way. he doesn't want to be an open wound, his childhood home was not forgiving enough for him to express any kind of injury. i suppose he thinks, "if i am to be abandoned, i'd rather be abandoned like a house on fire, not a sick dog. something malicious, unsympathetic and worth remembering, if not possible to return to." he's kind of twisted like that, and it's endearing to me (unfortunately).
we don't know much about his childhood in the yeon household (he did move to japan all by himself when he was 13 - which is a whole another can of worms to unpack because can you imagine having to independently build a life at that age in a new country, learn a new language and stand on your feet after being thrown out by your family? can you blame hajun for being a razor-sharp hazard to society? his childhood was pitiless, the city was even more so, no wonder hajun's only constant companions were his isolation and the fangs he had to grow to survive.) but i'll make a reasonable inference based on dongha's experience. we see hajun as he is now, with his cold, precise anger but we also see dongha's wet, thrashing rage that hasn't realised its purpose or target yet. dongha is the closest we have to understanding the extent of the yeon's family cruelty. dongha is everything hajun would have been if he'd still been his parent's son, hajun is everything dongha could be if he leaves behind his family. which is still insane, if you think about it. and i think about it constantly.
the self-made cynic, as they say. i like that he's disarming, unsettling, insincere, insensitive, sadistic, self-serving, cunning manipulative etc. whatever people want to say about him, but i also like that he's his truest self with allen and anne, and doesn't plan on changing that. the world be damned, they are the only ones that matter because they've looked him in the eye without flinching or turning away. like... BAE are so everything...
anyways, i hope he continues to be perceived exactly as terrible as he pretends to be, and i hope the writers leave his beautiful, skewed moral compass intact because i love every single reprehensible act he commits. (for his next trick though, i hope he uncovers something to launch a billion-dollar lawsuit against yeon conglomerate and sink them into bankruptcy.) i hope he continues to cook for allen and anne, i hope he stays fiercely committed to protecting them and caring for them, because clearly everyone else is nothing and if there is one thing he has faith in, it's the family he chose for himself, the family that chose him right back.
hajun and his quiet, precise rage. hajun and the childhood he had to bury so he could evolve to survive in a bigger, crueller world. the childhood that taught him to be afraid, and the adulthood that hasn't quite unlearned it just yet, but baby steps. something about hajun and i get mean when i'm nervous like a bad dog. something about anne and allen embodying tell me every terrible thing you did and let me love you anyway, and hajun taking the risk of believing it. and taking the risk every morning until he doesn't forget. hajun and i am not brave enough to look those who love me in the eye. hajun and it's not a conscience that assures morality, it's the resolve to be a better person to people you care about.
but we can't unpack all this right now. if you suffered through all that and are still here, i hope you have a good day.
#paradox live#paralive#allen sugasano#anne faulkner#yeon dongha#yeon hajun#bae are queerplatonic excellence to me#happy birthday hajun my little freak#i should write a fic at this point. why am i yapping on tumblr dot com#i hope my brainworms are contagious so that you all suffer too#i love him so bad and i think about him non stop#i hate him he is ridiculous and i never want to think about him again
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Hii, I love your writing and you're so very talented!!
Please, feel free to ignore this request if you don't feel comfortable writing it 😊
I was wondering if you could write a Lady Lesso x Never!Student platonic where the reader has depression. The reader has no motivation and everything seems like a chore - even eating. She would feel so terrible that she would phyically get sick and nauseous and tired all the time. The nights are the worst because her mind is plagued by dark thoughts, the nights seemed to never end, she's afraid she'll do something stupid so she rans down the hallway knocking on Lady Lesso's headquarters' doors.
She's afraid of Lady Lesso but she's afraid of herself even more.
I suffer from seasonal depression that lasts from like February to October and I'm tired already-
It gets to the point I even think things that aren't even true. Like... I'd mix reality and thoughs. For example - I'd be thinking my phone cracked and for some reason I'd believe it. I get so confused xD And I'd isolate myself from people not even caring. I wish I could feel bad because I stopped communicating with them but I just don't.
Hey lovely anon! <3 thank you so much for your support and kind words. I hope this is what you were looking for <3
Save me from myself
*Authors note| This seemed very fitting for my mood today so I absolutely have had a blast writing this.*
Trigger warnings~ food issues depression self harm the whole lot really
Prompt~see ask^^
Depression is a strange thing, especially when coupled with anxiety. It's like you have no energy to do anything but your brain is going a million miles a minute. Yet it makes perfect sense, your brain is whirling so many thoughts that it's draining all of your energy. Self care goes out the window, anything that really requires any physical emotional or mental energy goes too. Why does life have to be soo hard? It feels as though everything is getting on top of you and pushing you further and further back into this dark place. The dark place being cold and lonely, two of the things you wished to not feel, yet they surround you all day every day.
Food isn't on your radar, even the thought of food makes you feel nauseous. All you want to do is sleep for the rest of eternity. Yet your mind refuses to allow that. You know that staying in doors, in bed, is not helping you. Yet getting up is much too difficult. Sleep seems to evade you. Taunting you as if it knows your desperation for it to claim you. The lack of food, sleep and your overwhelming feelings seem to control your everyday thought. You know it's wrong and that you should ask for help but the energy to do that is missing.
That's why you turned to an older coping mechanism. You didn't mean to. It was a moment of weakness and not one you had planned to do again. You felt guilt as sin. Yet when you did it god the numbness was something you craved. But you couldn't do that again, it was a dangerous path that was extremely hard for you to crawl your way back from. Scars littered your arms now and they served as a reminder, self harm was not and is not the way forward. So for days you focused so hard on not giving into the urge, it was draining you but at least it worked.
As a never it felt wrong to even consider reaching out for help, it was weakness. Never's aren't weak. Weakness got you in a vulnerable space, something you really can't afford. Yet for some reason you had bonded rather well with the one and only Dean of Evil. Your recent slip into your seasonal depression had you pulling away from Leonora, something she didn't take too well. At first she assumed you were unwell, after all no one can stay in perfect health all the time, but soon it became apparent something darker was lurking behind your dorm room door. Something perhaps you were trying to hide. She trusted in you to find her when you felt ready, she had told you day or night she would be there for you and had truly meant every word.
Tonight, you broke. Fighting this battle alone was terrifying, and you didn't trust yourself to not fall back into that bad habit, you knew what would happen if you stayed in the room alone. You knew where to find your collection of sharp objects and how your control would dwindle fast just by the sight of them. You could feel the sensations of them on your skin. This was dangerous territory and you knew it. So without thinking you fled. Seeing the outside of your dorm for the first time in days. The candle light seemed awfully too bright and overwhelming from what you remember, was it always this cold? Briefly, you considered going back to hibernate under your blankets and just wait this out, but the sensations on your arm reminding you just how much of a terrible idea it truly was. So you ran.
Your body mindlessly taking you to your safe place, your home. Before you even knew it you were up the hall standing outside of Lesso's chambers. A luxury only had been given, for this exact reason. Yet here you stood, willing yourself to stay put and knock. Yet your mind was telling you to go back to the room and give in. Give in to the demon that plagued you. You need it. But you don't want it. And that's what makes you knock. Small timid knocked in a carefully designed pattern alerted the older women of your presence. And when that door opened, you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces.
This was absolutely terrifying, but you were more scared of your own mind right now. Your body reacting instantly by seeing the women, you threw yourself in her direction causing your body to slam into hers. Sobs tore through your body as she brought her arms around your quivering form. At this point you didn't know what was real and what was in your mind. Was she holding you? The words you hear, are the created by your mind? You didn't know, and truthfully you didn't care right now. You needed her and she was here, in person or in your mind , but that didn't matter. She was here when you needed her just as she had promised to be.
Soon enough you had settled on her sofa in front of the fire being cocooned by her strong arms and words of reassurance and encouragement being whispered into your hair as you let it all out. Tears and muffled apologises for pushing her away, hurting yourself and not being strong enough. Each and every fear she squashed and by the end of it you had snuggled closer and fallen into the first restful sleep you'd had in god knows how long.
Word count~ 1170
#fanfic#lady lesso#sfgae#leonora lesso#lady lesso x reader#lesso x reader#lady leonora lesso#leonora lesso x reader#dean of evil#send anons#anon request
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Hi guys I'm back to begging you for fic recs bc I am desperate once again:)))
Do you happen to know any fics centered around things thay we know/theorise about season 2? I tried looking for myself but I cannot find much and I was wondering if maybe you can help me
Potential spoilers for series two! If you are trying to avoid anything to do with series two of Good Omens you are best scrolling swiftly past this post!
You have been warned.
Here are a couple of fics with Maggie and Nina, a few with Muriel, and one about an angel with memory loss...
Unlikely bebop by Nyariewen (G)
Maggie and Nina discuss about something strange in the neighborhood: Mr Fell new music choices.
She asks how my husband is by angelZfell (G)
“Maggie asks how my husband is,” he laughed.
Aziraphale spun around, completely ignoring the books he was rearranging on the shelf.
“Pardon me?”
OR: really short story about them realizing how they act like a married couple.
barging into bookshops while holding plants by sunglass56 (NR)
i heard the clip released at the season 2 panel today and KNEW i had to write a fic around it
basically my imagining of how that scene would look plus extra super gay and sappy
A Million Colors In Between by CaspianTheGeek (T)
Crowley's always known why he Fell, but he was careful to never share that information with Aziraphale. That is until Muriel comes to visit, and the truth comes out.
5 things Muriel doesn't understand about earth (+1 she does) by agent_p_94 (G)
Muriel stares at the teacup.
"A human police officer would accept a cup of tea to drink," Aziraphale had said. Drink. She knows about drinking. “Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again; but whosoever drinketh of the water I shall give him shall never thirst,” and so forth. Only, Muriel was always given to believe that sort of drinking was purely metaphorical, and the sort to which Aziraphale refers seems decidedly corporeal.
Hm.
Muriel has a lot to learn about earth, with and without Aziraphale's help.
A Stranger Among Us by charliebradcherry (T)
"Ridiculous? Ridiculous?" Crowley released a low guttural sound after his words and his hands itched to grab the angel by the lapels of his jacket. Luckily he still possessed enough bodily control to not shake the shit out of him right then and there. "I've watched your bookshop burn to a crisp once and I've felt the fear of losing you twice. You discorporated because a fucking human stepped foot inside your property without your consent and you call me ridiculous. You can think of me as overprotective right now, but I can't promise I won't lose my shit when I hear you say it."
Aziraphale's eyes traced the lines of the floorboard gaps beneath his feet. It was a nice way to distract himself from the depressing voice cracks that Crowley emitted without the intention to.
"We both wanted peace, and what'd ya know? We won't have that for at least the first few years! But if you keep treating life like everyone's an 'angel' at heart, I'll be stuck with a lifetime of worrying myself sick that you'll trust the wrong people and get killed in the process. I'd rather chug holy water. You understand?"
(Based on the new clip)
Hello, hello, hello, what's going on here, then? by HolRose (G)
Aziraphale is in the middle of entertaining a strange angel in his bookshop who has come incognito disguised (very badly) as a police officer, when Crowley appears. After making a few pointed comments and asking a question, the demon asks Aziraphale for ‘a word in private, angel’. This is what happened during that private conversation.
The end of the world by probably_publius (T)
Crowley and Aziraphale were able to stop The End of the World, but didn't see what would come afterwards.
Aziraphale has lost his memory, and Crowley doesn't know if it's Heaven or Hell or something else entirely. All he can do is try and help Aziraphale regain an idea of who he is by telling him stories from their past together.
I had a dream where I was watching season 2 and wrote this.
- Mod D
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It's New Year's Eve and I just wanted to share some mushy thoughts about life and Mando and Din and how this year has been overall for me!!
If you don't want to read below the cut I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year!! I hope you have a wonderful time, whatever you do to celebrate. I'm currently on a trip so I may not be terribly active, but if you're struggling and the emotions of the day are a little too much, please do message me. I've been there plenty of times. You're not alone. NYE should really be about looking to the future rather than dwelling on the past, but I know how easy it is to get caught up in that depressive loop of thinking.
But if you do want to keep reading, then strap in for some Oversharing Online and gushing about how much Mando means to me:
I first started watching Mando during the pandemic in 2020, I think the first episode released like 2 days after the UK went into lockdown or something. 2020 was an awful year for me, as I'm sure it was for so many of you. A lot of things happened to me that I'm still trying to process but I hope to start therapy in the new year and go some way to addressing it.
Anyway, The Mandalorian came to me at a time I dearly needed it. It was welcome relief from The Horrors I was experiencing. I was hooked pretty much straight away, who was this mysterious man? What were his intentions? Was he good or bad? OH WOW THAT WALK. THAT VOICE!!! I loved it, but it wasn't until The Believer that everything changed for me. It went from enjoyment to full-blown obsession. I couldn't wait until Season 3 aired, and I think the expectations I had built up in my head could never have lived up to the reality of what I felt upon watching it for the first time. I was pretty disappointed most weeks, but I feel so differently now.
This year has been pretty strange for me. I had some amazing highs (like being able to go to Star Wars Celebration where I got to see so many amazing Din and Mandalorian cosplays which was an INSANE experience and I still kind of haven't properly processed yet??) and also some difficult lows.
In June I finally got my autism diagnosis, something I'd been essentially waiting for for EIGHT YEARS. It was a huge shock but also not shocking at all. As in, I knew I was autistic since being a teenager but I was absolutely not expecting to be told right there and then at my assessment. So when the psychologist looked me in the eye and told me that I was autistic it was somewhat of a gut punch. Processing it was extremely difficult but during that time I found myself drawn back to Mando and particularly to season 3. I rewatched it again and again fell in love with a season that I'd probably felt on the whole underwhelmed with at the time, until the last two episodes, which I loved instantly.
When rewatching it, I noticed things that I'd missed before, which led me to become kind of obsessed with the idea of Din and Bo together. I know not everyone enjoys that but that truly is what I love about media, that we can all watch a similar thing and interpret it differently! I don't think I'm any more correct about the way I view certain interactions than anyone else. Shipping should just be a little fun, not ruin your mental health or dictate how you treat strangers on the internet. And it especially should not lead to any real world harassment of creators and actors.
So in September an idea formed and between then and November a 182,000 word fic landed in my lap. That's the best way I can describe writing it for me, I was so fixated on finishing it and the plot just kept coming the more I wrote. It is by FAR the longest thing I've ever written and probably ever will write, but the routine of writing it and publishing it helped claw me out of a spiral I was in after my diagnosis.
And it was publishing it on AO3 that gave me the confidence to rejoin a fandom space again. It was a big step for me to put myself out there but I'm so glad that I did because that's what led me here, to discover this wonderful community who adore Din and The Mandalorian just as much as I do. I'm so happy that I finally found my way here. It was way less intimidating than I ever thought it would be!
I know that I haven't been here for the longest time, I wish I just got over my nervousness and made a tumblr earlier in the year so I could have joined in with the hype before season 3. But also considering how poorly received the season was overall, maybe it was for the best that I wasn't here.
Despite my relative newness here, I just wanted to say how welcomed I've felt and that is a truly lovely feeling. Thank you so much to everyone who has interacted with any of my posts and especially my writing in any way, big or small. It means a lot to me! I cannot wait to be around for all the buildup to Season 4, honestly. I know it seems so far but after midnight we can say it's (probably) only NEXT YEAR!
I have no idea what 2024 has in store for me. That doesn't scare me, in fact I'm quite excited about not knowing what will happen. I
Of course, I have some goals I'd like to achieve for myself but whatever happens, I know that Mando will be there to endlessly rewatch and whatever comes my way, I'll always have Din Djarin. He's the only man to ever exist! That gorgeous tin can who instantly soothes me every time I get to watch his silly little exploits with his silly little son. Where would we be without him, eh?
Anyway, whatever you're doing tonight to celebrate and even if you aren't, I wish you all the best. Stay safe, enjoy yourself and I'm sending you lots of love and light for the year. May 2024 be a healthy, happy prosperous year for you and your loved ones.
See you in 2024!
Love,
Spud 🥔🐸
#text post#a little oversharing on the internet as a treat#actually autistic#i basically just love din and all of you here THANKS for welcoming me to a space where i can just rant a lot and you all support me djdjdj#just autism things#i wrote this before i went away lol#but i still feel every word!!#almost midnight for me 🥺🥺🥺
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𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬. | 𝙄𝙨𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙚 𝙀𝙡𝙢𝙞𝙧.
(i've written two times with gn reader, so this is fem reader. isis is around 20 here and reader is 19.
and reader is slightly psycho, but she's also free spirited and straightforward. like, she doesn't care about whatever people think, she doest what she does. of course, what she does is psychopathic.
not happy ending im sorry)
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Isis de Elmir did not think that he'd like people like her.
But life has a way of catching us by surprise.
On a very regular day, his sister, Aisha, came running into his room, tearing around the corner as fast as she could.
'Aisha!' He exclaims, and grabs her shoulders to steady her. 'What's wrong?'
'A princess is arriving--a crown princess--from another Empire! For 2 months!' she manages to gasp out. Isis tilts his head and smiles. 'She's probably coming here as an ambassador, Aisha. Why this reaction?'
Aisha shook her head. 'Her reputation!'
Isis decided to tackle this slowly. 'Okay. What's wrong with her reputation?'
Aisha looked around, as though afraid of being heard, then whispered, 'They say she's a psychopath. A hideously ugly, evil woman.'
Isis tsked. 'Aisha, you shouldn't just believe the rumors like that.'
Aisha despairingly says, 'People tell me she, she acts as though no one is here to see or hear her... are you understanding me?'
Isis stands up. 'Yes Aisha, but I believe you should relax. Perhaps she really isn't all the rumors say about her.'
Aisha's shoulders briefly relax. 'Perhaps.'
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Isis is the Crown Prince and therefore it's his responsibility to welcome her. He stands in the hallway as a large, elaborate carriage pulls up. He straightens his posture rather apprehensively for the so-called evil lady to step out.
But the lady who steps out is anything but ugly. She's beautiful, beautiful in such a way that everyone in the large hallway seems to have become strangely breathless. She notices all the stares and dramatically flips her hair. 'I know I am beautiful, but please, enough with the eyes.'
Isis clears his throat before taking her hand and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. Her hands are soft, softer than he expected, and the scent reminds him of the kennedia flowers. She raises a brow. 'Are you flirting with me?'
Isis is so taken aback that he takes a step backward almost instinctively. 'Pardon?'
She chuckles. 'Flirting. Do you like me?'
Isis wonders if this is how people lose their minds. 'Princess, I-'
Telling her no might seem rude, and telling her yes would earn him an extra round of questioning at the gates of heaven.
However, it doesn't seem like she seeks a response, for she only shakes her head and laughs, not the polite, tinkling bell like laugh he's gotten used to from noblewomen, but a wild, open mouthed laugh, free and uncaring of whoever and whatever watching. 'Oh god. You're an innocent, aren't you?' She takes a step forward and leans in, her lips so close to his that she just needs to move the slightest bit and their lips will meet. 'Had your first kiss yet?'
'Princess!' Isis almost gasps out loud, his face flushing a bright red, and underneath all his surprise is a subconscious admiration of her wild, confident demeanor.
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Isis finds her on the rooftop with her arms stretched wide to the whole world. 'Uh-princess, what are you doing?'
'Answer me, Your Highness. Do you think I'd be able to fly if I jumped off?'
'No.' Isis flatly replies, having a hunch as to where this was going.
She turns around, and he swears he can hear his heartbeat in his ears. The wind catches in her hair and her dress flutters behind her, and so do the ribbons and flowers in her hair. The expression on her face is so, free- the expression of the handful of moments before sunset when the sky is all the colors at once.
'See, that's where you're wrong, Your Highness.'
'Princess, you'll break your neck.'
'No, I won't. Here, try with me, some of that logic will be removed from your head.'
And without preamble, she pulls his hand and leaps off of the roof.
The wind whistles loudly in Isis' ears, the world turns to a blur of colors; he might be screaming or paralyzed with fear, he doesn't know; he wraps his arms around the princess and she squeezes him.
He can still hear her carefree laughter in his ears.
After what feels like an eternity, he comes to his senses and finds himself and the princess lying in a thicket of leaves, arms around each other, both of them exhilarated. He lets go of her and sits up. She certainly enjoyed the whole experience--her face is colored a bright pink, and her hair is a nest, but she beams at him. 'Enjoyed, Your Highness?'
'Probably. I don't know. Maybe.' He doesn't know how to respond. He never knows how to respond to her.
She gets up and pulls him to his feet. Damn, she's strong.
'Next time, Your Highness, let's swim with sharks!'
'No, Princess!'
-
Isis is dozing in his office, on top of his books, and feels a flick to his forehead. Peering hazily through sleepy eyes, he spots her, waiting for him to get up.
'Good morning, sleepy head.'
Isis looks at the time. 'It's 4 PM, Princess.'
'Doesn't matter. Come on, let's go.'
'Where are we going?'
'The snow.'
'Snow? Princess, we've been having blizzards and snowstorms and you'd like to, uhm, play in the snow? This is risky, Princess..' Isis runs a hand exasperatedly through his bangs.
'Your Highness, it's almost as though that's the whole point.'
An hour later and he's standing on top of an incredibly steep hill, the cold wind beating against his wrapped face. Her proposal is to throw snowballs at each other from the two hills, since Isis told her he'd physically drag her away from anything more risky than a snowball fight.
He can't see her very clearly because of the snowflakes and piercing wind all around them, but he knows she's on the ground, rolling a massive snowball, definitely bigger than ones he's seen, and launches it straight at him. It catches him in the stomach and he doubles him amidst her shouts of laughter.
He feels a grin crawling over his face and picks up a handful of snow and lobs it at her. It hits her in the face and she stops laughing. They make eye contact for a split minute before fiercely hurling snowballs at each other.
On their way back to the carriage, the coachman takes one look at them and shrieks, 'Your Highnesses! What-'
'Take us home, would you, Andrew, and spare the rubbish.' Isis exhaustedly pants, but he can't stop a breathless laugh from escaping. It's one of the most fun things he's ever done.
-
Those glorious 2 months of her stay were now over, and Isis was once again there to bid her farewell. She walks shakily to her carriage, but when she's passing Isis, she turns to him and her eyes are bloodshot and swollen. He's never seen her cry or show sadness (except her days and those mood swings) during the entire trip, and the sight makes him channel her for once. He draws her close to him, uncaring of who was watching, just like he had gripped her on the day they fell from the rooftop, and strokes her hair. She squeezes him just like she had too, and he can see her shoulders shaking.
'Will you miss me, Isis?' She quiries. And once again, like the day of her arrival, he takes her hand and presses a kiss to the back of her hand.
'Missing you will come in waves, Princess, and after you leave, I'll drown.'
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i. this is late and i'm sorry, ive been busy and i worked on this rubbish for like 3 to 4 whole days
ii. the ending is so cringy and rushed, the entire fic is trash im sorry eksndbwks
iii. new fic, new theme
tags! : @meenasmagic, (hope you like it) @ninjagoidiot (your request! i really hope this was good)
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Asked and Answered: Royal Ballet (At long last)
Clara debuts for Bomin, Viola and Marianna! Thoughts?
Bomin and Marianna have always caught my eye so far, I'm really pleased with them. Viola I hadn't ever really noticed until that competition, and even then I wasn't terribly impressed. But hope she's improved since then!
Curious to see which cast will get the live cinema of Swan Lake for Royal Ballet. Also wondering if we will get any debut for Swan Lake
I am still not-so-patiently waiting for Campbell's debut in Swan Lake. I'm sure it won't happen but please, Kevin, shock me.
I think Swan Lake is probably going to be Naghdi/Ball or there's a slight chance of Kaneko. I'm really hoping for Lamb though; there's not a professional recording of her Swan Lake and she doesn't have too many left.
wild question just for fun - predict 1-2 future royal ballet principals from the current artists/first artists :)
Daichi Ikarashi, Bomin Kim
Osipova and why she only has 4 shows for fall season (theory/spectulation)
I don't want to be weird about her personal life, but I think there's a few reasons why Osipova doesn't have a lot of shows this upcoming autumn season (based on what I've read/heard):
1. She said in a 2022 interview (I think in the Guardian?) that she wants to have children. I'm praying she's able to conceive. It's going to be such big news in the ballet world if she does get pregnant/announces her pregnancy
2. She said she wanted to focus more as a director of her Bloom Dance project in the future rather than perform the same dance roles she's done so many times (Kitri, Odette/Odile).
3. She's now 37 and embracing age, even said something like "I used to get 16 shows but now I get like 2, 3, 4 shows now."
Basically I believe that she wants to focus more on her personal life now and have children before she gets older.
I think all of this could be true but I don't think it's particularly strange she's only performing 4 times in the autumn. there are plenty of principals doing that, it just doesn't happen to all be in the same production. She probably isn't doing Nutcracker because she has to do two casts of Don Q into November and then is going to be filmed in Manon in Feb.
Do you happen to know why there is so much criticism about natalia osipova? In my opinion she's a true talent and definitively a ballerina that will go down in history for her amazing feats. And I just see people kind of brush her off like she's not the legend she is! I'd love to know if you have more information on this..
There's a few reasons, I think. Firstly, she isn't the type of 'trendy' ballerina we see today. This may be controversial but I see her much more like a Soviet-era dancer than a modern one. She is fast, she isn't too concerned about getting her legs as high as possible, and performance comes before technique. She is not long and graceful. I also think that people who see her in person have vastly different experiences seeing her in-person vs. on a video. She dances for everyone in the house. Her expressions are exaggerated in order to do this. In a video, this comes across as overacting instead.
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First Impression of Animorphs!
I'm listening to the Animorphs series while I work, through Animorphs Aloud - a fan made reading of the series. Here are my first impressions/random thoughts about them! Spoilers below if you haven't read them.
Book 8: The Alien
OOOOOOH AX POV! Ax Pov! This is not a drill! I am so hype
Oh the mental imagery of Ax watching the space battle above him while sitting alone in this artificial dome is so...so emotional. The strange disconnect of watching helplessly in a veritable garden of eden as your brother and others fight above you in the cold vacuum of space. I'd like to draw it
And then the absolute terror of being ejected from your ship and falling into the ocean of the nearby planet. Stuck beneath miles of water pressing down on you. Chills
Also now I'm really curious what the surface of the sea looks like if you're looking up at from below many miles
Ooooh we got little diary entries! Very amusing! This book is starting off so strong
Loving the amount of planning for taking Ax to a movie, they've learnt from previous times!
One of the reasons I was so excited for Ax pov is stuff like learning all these Andalite words, and bits of biology, the different ways of observing things. Alien perspective is so interesting
Confession time, I listened to this book before Megamorphs 1 which is before this book in the timeline. So I had no idea was a Veleek was and was rather confused they'd beaten one
I love the regular forays into Ax's Adventures with Food. Please don't eat cigarettes baby
I was cracking up at work for this whole sequence. Got some funny looks.
Going to make a prediction. Seerow's Kindness is referring to Andalites helping out the Yeerks somehow. Also Seerow is Visser Three's Andalite Host.
My man eat with he feet
I'm so here for Ax and Tobias best buds friendship
Ax confirmed canonically hetero this is a sad day for us all :(
Ok why after the semi-disaster of the movies would you take Ax to school, that is one of the most stressful confusing environments for anyone. Also schools have registers they're not going to just let you bring in a new kid
Unless maybe the teacher won't care because they've got a bloody Yeerk dying in their head! The book has predicted this predicament!
However, very unrealistic that the kids fled the room instead of crowding around the freaking-out teacher. You'd spend 20 minutes chasing them out the room and they'd still crowd around the door peeping in.
Oh this is...a bad thing to have hidden Ax. Poor Jake. This whole conversation is very tense. Ax bringing up his brother as if to remind Jake he's already lost HIS brother to this war
Ax is always described as blue-and-tan, implying he's more blue than tan. I have a hard time believing people would think he's a deer from a distance considering his colours
Huh...wouldn't it be weird to never have moonless nights? The stars are always brightest on those days, great for stargazing. I wonder how bright the night would be if you had multiple moons. Or would it not be additive?
Fascinating evolutionary implications from a species having a biological clock that makes them war every 62 years. Some kind of mass population cull? Ensuring only the strongest breed?
Ok this is pretty funny but actually made me reconsider how we appreciate stuff?? Actually kind of mindblowing. We really don't appreciate food as an art form. After I'd listened to this bit at work, my boss gave us all a tin of chocolates. Ate them on the way home and took some time to really savour the flavour. My life is being enriched by these books.
'He was a male-as all human fathers are' Implication Andalites can have female fathers??? Maybe. Would be cool.
Ax totally winning at social interaction
Aw Ax, you are being very brave :(
Huh so this Yeerk controller loved another Yeerk? I could have sworn in a previous book it said they were incapable of love, I think the one where Jake gets infested
Poor Ax. You really feel his struggle in being compared to his brother, now having to take the blame
The yeerk just fuckin bailed out the andalite?! I was not expecting this. You beat Visser Three?!
Aight so the Visser's andalite was not Seerow. He's just...some guy. Ngl was hoping for a bit more info on that, I've been very curious how Visser Three got an andalite which no other Yeerk has acomplished
Although...they're on the home world? Maybe there are other andalite controllers. Ruh roh
You guys are absolutely going to regret not putting this andalite out of his misery. He's literally begging for death and you know the horrors of being infested, and will be an incredibly powerful enemy again if you leave him. I mean, you couldn't even try to lug him out of there? How many people are going to end up killed in the future because Visser Three remains an andalite?
Called it on Seerow's Gift being helping the Yeerks. I kind of get it though I'd feel sorry for any sapient species that had to life it's entire life as a slug in a pool
Winced when Ax confessed his fears of giving humans help that would lead them to be conquerors, and Marco brushing it off. Humans would absolutely become conquerors, it's in our history
Wow. This is definitely my favourite book so far. I expected it would be, I'm very into xenofiction (when a book is written from a non-human perspective) but I think the emotional journey was also great in this. The ending was a bit quick and weak. But overall great.
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Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
@lautski-week day 1 (alt) - Leaves
Warnings: mentions of injury / read on AO3 here
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Until the events of the last few weeks played out, I was under the impression that I would live a fairly uneventful life. What with my position in freelance journalism as my only upkeep, I had ignorantly believed that life itself would cease to be all the entertainment I had promised myself. I dare wonder whether I was entirely satisfied, but in hindsight, those aren't the questions that really mattered.
What really mattered was why I'd not bothered to try and change anything for myself.
My brother wrote no more than a week back. He had been living on the other side of Hatchetfield, and the situation there was exactly as I had imagined. The red weed, threatening and unexplainable as it was, had taken root there too. People were fleeing. He had managed to divert the routes of a number of people who's paths were otherwise headed for untimely peril, and in doing so, had managed to save some lives.
I admit, that was surprising. Not entirely because I had not seen it in him to be so heroic, but because he had actively gone out of his way to do so.
It was then that I decided I must see the other side of Hatchetfield for myself. Not only for Ted's sake, but for Stephanie.
Stephanie lived on that side of town, too. Perhaps it was not too late to see her, just one more time... I held enough hope that nothing untoward had happened, even though I knew that I was likely going to be disappointed.
For what felt like days, I fought my way along roads packed with refugees. The homeless, burdened with boxes and bundles containing their valuables. Looking at them made me realise: all that was of value to me was in Pinebrook...
I followed an eager crowd, and found out from one particularly rushed gentleman that they had organised steamers off the island and towards safety. There grew an eager sort of hope within me, and suddenly, I had something to strive towards. Getting to safety, and doing so with Stephanie.
But, by the time I reached the house I could identify as theirs, Stephanie and her father were gone.
Fire suddenly leapt from house to house. The population panicked and ran, and I was swept along with them. I managed to regain the freedom of my own footing, for I was a little more than used to being crowded, and started to think. What I needed was a direction, a route towards that steamer and away from the terror and destruction.
Finally, I headed eastward for the ocean and my only hope of survival: a boat out of Hatchetfield.
Struggling towards the harbour was what caused me to run into my brother. He was handing off a wounded soldier to a man more medically inclined than he, and it took me only a moment to figure out that he was injured too.
I approached, careful not to appear too alarmed. A lot of people had been injured, and I had been walking with them since I left my home.
Ted noticed me before I had the chance to say anything, and he parted the crowd to reach me. There he stood, masses of people shoving past him on either side, looking rather like he was standing in a river and letting the water flow around him. Before I had the chance to think, he grabbed my shoulders and seemed to run some sort of inspection. Then, satisfied, he released his grip, and I felt the residual heat for a while after.
"You got the letter, I assume?"
I noticed an unusual panic in his eye, and it took far too long to realise why he was acting as he was. We hadn't seen each other since all of this began, and he wasn't aware that I'd made my escape early.
I nodded, though my gaze wandered. If we were being followed or hunted, I needed to know. I needed to plan an escape. But, the skyline was surprisingly clear.
That didn't bring as much relief as I thought it would...
"It's the same everywhere." I managed, refocusing my attention. "Wildfires, that strange red spore..."
"Tripods?"
"Tripods."
Ted sighed, weary and anxious. "The army are abandoning the south end. There's nothing we can do anymore."
"There is talk of a boat out of Hatchetfield. If we leave now, perhaps we can make it." Despite what I chose to believe sometimes, my brother and I were not so different. I had learned a lot of his ways, if only subconsciously. And, though it was sometimes a surprise to admit, I cared for him.
He watched the crowd, all heading in the same direction. "If that was your plan," he said absently, "then we should have left some hours ago."
"Sorry?"
"Think about it, Peter. You always were the academic one among us. The chance is that they haven't organised nearly enough getaway. And for a population of this size? The two of us will be lucky to even make it to the harbour."
I had thought about that eventuality, and I think he knew it. But, there was and always had been one defining difference between us that wasn't the obvious age gap. I was an optimistic soul, and tended to see hope when all was lost. So, I allowed myself a moment to breathe. "I am going to make it to the harbour, and I am going to do so whether or not you follow suit."
He had noticed the crowd begin to dwindle, as I had. A sigh left him, and even I could note the resignation within. "I will join you, but only because the speed of this crowd leaves me no option."
And, as if it were that easy all along, we rejoined the exodus towards the harbour. Ted and I were supporting each other, and my mind had begun to humour losing him entirely. I sternly decided that wasn't going to happen, and through that determination, the crowd rushed us towards the already packed steamer. I looked up enviously at those safely on board... straight into the eyes of Stephanie.
Upon noticing my presence on the ground, she began to fight her way along the packed deck to the gangplank. At that very moment, it was raised, and I caught a last glimpse of her despairing face as the crowd swept me away from her.
For a moment longer than I care to admit, my mind buzzed with static silence. My brother was nowhere to be seen, and Stephanie was gone. I did the only thing I would allow myself to do after that, and ran.
As soon as I had broken from the masses, I made for Oakley Park. Stephanie and I had shared many a day there, in the company of none but ourselves. It currently happened to be mid autumn, and the green was blanketed in a golden cloak of fallen leaves.
When we were younger, she and I would tarnish the hems of our clothes with dirt as we raced down the way, kicking up leaves as we went. She loved this time of year. I must admit, she is the reason that I held a certain fondness for it, too.
I absently kicked at the leaves in my path. It didn't feel the same. It was as if the guise of the season itself has immediately lost all of its charm when Stephanie was lost to me.
#lautski week#stephanie lauter#peter spankoffski#starkid#void offering#you're getting war of the worlds angst to start off this week#this idea had me in a vice grip#journalist!Pete anyone?#also... historical lautski cos wotw is set in the victorian??? period
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