Every time I read any Mandalorian fanfic that uses the word 'Riduur' (aka "spouse" in Mando'a) I read it as 'rideaux' aka 'curtains' in french.
Din is just using 'curtains' as a term of endearment. Lmao.

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Every time I read any Mandalorian fanfic that uses the word 'Riduur' (aka "spouse" in Mando'a) I read it as 'rideaux' aka 'curtains' in french.
Din is just using 'curtains' as a term of endearment. Lmao.

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Vive la Belgique!
Overturn this
I'd take victory but humiliation of the US after all they did is even better. I also love how the Belgian team wore trans flag colours for the game.
My dad, just like the king, was watching the game at 2 AM, I decided to sleep but judging by his cheering I could tell Belgium is doing alright 😂🍫🇧🇪🧇🍟.
Bonsoir mes petits choux!
So I'm still looking for a job but in the meantime I've got a nice gig. It will last a few days and unfortunately for it I have to go to Paris. I'm not the biggest fan of Paris but money is money. I haven't been there since I was a kid.
I have a human!Alastor X fem!reader one- shot in works. It is set in the "we have so much to say" universe but it can be read as a stand alone thing.
So no posts in May. I might start a new month with info:
✨I lost my job today✨
Recently I wasn't in the mood for writing anything. Besides I think I bit a bit more than I can chew with the "we have so much to say and we shall never say it" series. I will try to finish it but it's more likely that a shorter one-shot will appear before the next part. I've got anxious over it and how it doesn't live up to how I imagine it.
Life sucks right now.
But I will be fine.
I always am.
Shit my mom asked me as Alasotor and Vox conversation
Alastor: So what is "Heated Rivalry" about?
Vox: * spits out water while wondering where Alastor heard about it *

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So I had the strangest dream tonight.
Basically a Hazbin episode in which Velvette and Alastor got together in some shenanigans and you could tell that they were forming a familiar bond. At one point they were in a stereotypical romantic setting, y'know like the little mermaid 'kiss the girl' kind of thing. They both looked bamboozled but decided to go along with it and made out and once they parted Velvette looked at Alastor and said that she's definitely a lesbian and Alastor was relieved since he said it didn't do much to him and he was afraid she'd want something more.
Conversation that happened to me in a lift as shit Vox would say
Vox: *sliding closer to you to look as smug as possible* Sooooo... You're French! I'm also French
You: ...I-
Vox: Well, Canadian french American...
You: So you're Québécois?
Vox: Well, no-
You: Tu parlais français?
Vox: Well, no. My mother's maiden name is French-sounding.
You:...
Vox: Bonjour.
You: I'm not French, I'm just wearing a beret.
Alastor Natal Chart + Interpretation (fanmade)
Fair warning this might be a bit messy and long since I have a lot of things to explain
Post inspired by @thewhaledreamer and @youthinkaboutme-yourradiodemon
Disclaimers:
- I tried to be as objective as possible but alas astrology is kinda subjective
- I am not a professional
- This should not be treated as the only correct answer
Preliminary stuff:
I have done a lot of research about this beforehand to see what folks think about him. I found some interesting opinions, and there was a consensus of the most likely signs to represent him: Gemini, Capricorn, Sagittarius, Aquarius, Scorpio, and even Leo and Libra. (Wrote these in order of popularity) But for the most part, the lovely folk of the hellaverse consider him a Gemini. Honestly, I feel like every opinion is valid because there is some sort of intuition going on behind it. While I do agree on the Gemini thing, my organization of things might seem a bit peculiar, so bear with me.
This is such a nice and well thought out analysis! I might use it in the future writing.
We have so much to say, and we shall never say it - Chapter 6 (human!Alastor x human!fem!Reader
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5
Synopsis: Chapter 6, in which Alastor and his favourite nurse get caught, and George and Alastor have a talk.
Tw: none
A/N: This is a short one since I couldn't find a better spot to end this chapter while writing. This is also the cursed one that causes a power outage. Twice. I hope that the next part will be sooner, as I already have some of it written down.
fem!Reader x Alastor, 3rd person pov, no y/n, no ‘you’, Alastor is AroAce and it's written with queer platonic relationship in mind.
It was still dark when George shook Alastor awake. Groggy, Alastor fixed his glasses and wiped a bit of drool from his mouth. The nurse was still asleep beside him, her head resting on his shoulder as she breathed quietly. She looked peaceful and happy, and the sight made him smile. For a moment, she really did look like an angel from a church painting. Then George’s interruption broke the calm.
“Ya might want to wake her up before the sun rises, lover boy! You’re lucky I woke up in time to let you sneak her out. The head nurse would certainly not appreciate one of her angels sleeping with a patient. You could test how well your arm healed by carrying her, but letting you into the nurses' quarters would be like inviting a fox to a chicken coop. So wake up the sleeping beauty and send her on her way; you two will surely see one another in just a few hours.”
Alastor blushed at the insinuation. No matter how many times he told George that Alastor was the farthest thing from a seducer, George didn’t listen. It didn’t help that many nurses genuinely enjoyed Alastor's charming personality. At this point, Alastor gave up on trying to correct his neighbour; George’s mind was set. Besides, George would be sent home soon. Alastor himself would be back in the trenches in a week. There was no point in explaining minor things to someone he would never see in his life. But Alastor would also bid farewell to his favourite nurse. Why did he care about never seeing her again? Alastor didn’t want her to disappear from his life. He wanted to keep her and had to figure out if she wanted to keep him as well. But with the nurse snuggling in his neck, that sunny smile on her face, Alastor had a hunch the feeling was mutual.
Alastor fixed a lone lock of hair that strayed away from the nurse's cap and put it behind her ear, then he shook her slightly until she woke up. She opened her eyes slowly, still lethargic from her sleep, and looked at Alastor in a way that everyone wants to be looked at. Pure happiness and adoration on her face made Alastor want to keep it in a bottle to come back to during dark days. At least that was the case before she heard Alastor speak his next words.
“You might want to get up and return to the nurses’ barracks. If the head nurse finds you here with me, it will be both our heads, I’m afraid.”
While neither George nor Alastor cared for social conventions, at least they didn’t care as much as society did; the good name of the angel was at stake. The head nurse, who is also a nun, would forbid her from visiting her favourite patient if she discovered them in such an intimate position. She might even take her off the recovery ward duty and send her to the appointment section! Section smelling like old blood, full of moans and screams, where patients await their judgment. In this place, life and death lie in the hands of the triage medics. Probably the worst ward to work in, besides the quarantine ward.
Alastor laughed a bit at his companion’s shocked expression; she looked like a deer in headlights. Her hand instantly left his palm as she moved away from his body, clearly surprised that she had fallen asleep here in the first place. She got up in a hurry, straightened her skirt and apron, and quickly bid farewell to the men before leaving for her quarters.
With a little smile, Alastor kept on looking at the closed door she had left through just a few seconds ago. Slowly, the soft, warm feeling started to leave him, and it brought out this annoying thought from the back of his mind - How to keep her?
Before his mind could elaborate further, he heard the familiar raspy voice one more time.
“Parting is such a sweet sorrow, eh Romeo?”
Alastor turned to George with an annoyed expression and answered:
“Since when do YOU know Shakespeare?”
George’s smile dropped a little, and he turned away his face from Alastor a bit. He couldn’t look him in the eyes. George nervously grabbed his blanket and slowly answered in a quiet voice. The kind that Alastor has never seen him use before.
“My son, a smart lad, used to read a lot. He was a student before the war, the smartest lad in my whole family. His ma and I were very proud of him. He died in 1915 from the Spanish flu in a military hospital. There is not a single day since that cursed year that I don’t feel empty inside. His older sister, my daughter, is the only child I have left.”
Even with poor light, Alastor could see that George wiped a tear from his eye. He then slowly looked at Alastor one more time and continued:
“You remind me of him a lot. Perhaps that’s why I took an immediate liking to you. Your father must be really proud of you.”
The last sentence struck a nerve inside of Alastor. While he suspected that George held some kind of paternal feeling for him, the topic of his own father was one Alastor avoided. It was Alastor's turn to turn away from the eye contact with a frown. He grabbed his itchy blanket and suddenly found a lone thread very interesting as he fidgeted with it.
It didn’t escape George’s attention as the Englishman asked with a quiet, sad voice.
“Your father wasn’t of the teaching sort, I presume?”
Alastor just took off his glasses, put them on the nightstand, and turned off the paraffin lamp. He lay down with his back facing George, and he covered himself with the woolen blanket. Maybe he will get to catch some sleep before someone starts screaming again. Before closing his eyes, he just said one last word:
“Correct.”
It didn’t take long for both men to fall asleep again. That night, Alastor dreamed of a woman in a blue dress, walking with him down the French Quarter in New Orleans. But was it his mother or a nurse? He couldn’t tell. He woke up feeling peaceful, which was rare since he had come to Europe.
Me as a student waiting for a teacher: *please don't show up please don't show up please don't show up*
Me now as a teacher waiting for my students: *please don't show up please don't show up please don't show up*

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Ok at this point it is not even funny. Another sudden power outage.
The next chapter IS cursed.
I think I am cursed at this point. I sat down to write today and then the power went out for four hours. Now when it's up and running again I have to go to work. Great.
Alastor sneezes like a kitten. Even in his demon form he has the cutest, the sweetest and the most gentle "achoo" you've ever heard.
He absolutely hates it.
Still, it's adorable.
Bon nuit mes petits choux!
I'm alive, though I am sick. My job has been killing me recently but I should be able to get back to writing soon. I have the whole plot of "We have so much to say and we shall never say it" figured out by now. I can tell you there will be murder, party, old school french saying refrence and some drama.
Stay tuned!
We have so much to say, and we shall never say it - Chapter 5 (human!Alastor x human!fem!Reader
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
Synopsis: Chapter 5, in which Alastor and his favourite nurse share a night together, and Alastor makes an offer.
This one can be read as a stand alone one-shot.
TW: none, this one if pure fluff
fem!Reader x Alastor, 3rd person pov, no y/n, no ‘you’, Alastor is AroAce and it's written with queer platonic relationship in mind.
Alastor laughed quietly in the dim light of a lone paraffin lamp. The oil's faint scent mixed with the unmistakable tang of antiseptic that lingered through the hospital at night, creating a haze that clung to his clothes and hair. It has been over a month since he and his favourite angel started their nighttime meetings. He did notice that since he discovered her little secret, she has been visiting him outside of her nighttime activities. Her visits didn’t end with the death of a patient, not anymore. Not that he minded, or was going to point out how she slipped into his room late at night just to share quiet company. She was fun to be around, especially since he was going back to the trenches soon. The rough wool of his blanket scratched at his forearms, a reminder that his wound had healed enough for him to be released. He looked at the familiar blue dress, white hat, and neat white apron. While the uniform was the same for all nurses, Alastor thought she looked more pleasant than the others. Perhaps it was the way the soft lamplight played on her face, or maybe it was the luminous smile he had grown to adore. She was far more at ease with him now. Instead of the rigid posture from their first night encounter, she sprawled comfortably across his bed, hands folded behind her head as a makeshift pillow. Her feet dangled from the bed, kicking happily as she told him a story of her first days during her nursing training. Even in the weak glow, Alastor could spot her scuffed leather shoes and a glimpse of her petticoat peeking from her blue dress. She didn’t care, knowing he wasn’t one for ogling. She felt safe around him. He could tell it by the soft touches, light laughter, and all the time she spent with him at night, and he appreciated it.

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This bitch ass fucking made a card on valentines day TO HIMSELF
Im so down bad cause why is that so cute 😩😩😩😭💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Honestly? Rel
I remember sending a valentine card to myself at school. I did it just for shits and giggles and because it's important to love oneself.
Very ace 🖤🩶🤍💜
We have so much to say, and we shall never say it - Chapter 4 (human!Alastor x human!fem!Reader)
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Synopsis: Chapter 3, in which a new patient arrives, everyone hates it, and Alastor discovers a secret.
TW: Racism, blood, murder
fem!Reader x Alastor, 3rd person pov, no y/n, no ‘you’
The next day, a new patient arrived to fill Nam’s bed. Another American, so Alastor won’t be the only ‘Yankee’ here anymore. This new guy was recovering from typhoid fever, so he had just moved from the quarantine zone. Quarantine was absolutely the worst section of the hospital, so for someone to actually leave it was a success. Alastor heard his new neighbour before he saw him. Judging by an accent, someone from the South as well. It is easy to say that thanks to the first impression the new guy made, nobody bothered to learn his name.