theonefreewoman

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It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

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miss CEO of antifa… a long overdue new icon

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back in 2017 when epistle 3 came out i really wanted to turn it into a visual novel style game but then i remembered i don’t know how to write,.. unfortunately my brain didn’t shut down that thought until now so here are some concepts for key scenes i had. i wanted the player to be able to play as both gordon freeman and gertie fremont and have different endings lol

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It's just a lil guy :(

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THE alyx vance

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i love (squints) gertie fremont and alex vaunt

#i love them

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epistle 3 was OK but i liked the previous games better

#MY KINDA MOOD

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What if Gordon Freeman met genderbent Freeman?

#No #I'M me.

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@antiherod​ continued from here

‘Well FIRST OFF.’ Gordana reached under the collar of her suit and pulled out a set of metal dog tags. Both were marked with his details, including a sharp carving in the back she hoped would mean they belong to her version of him. 

‘If THAT’S the case, these are either yours or some other version of you. And if I’m lucky it’s the latter, because maybe by some miracle they’re actually somewhat NICE.’

#antiherod

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antiherod:

  Sign language? It’d been a while since he’d seen any of that. Given the fact Freeman himself was mute, it made sense for this… double… sibling… whatever she was to be the same. At least she could actually make some goddamn sense, though. All Freeman did was wave his arms around aimlessly. Not… this Freeman, who was apparently also Freeman. What the actual hell?! Was she Freeman? Was she NOT? Who the actual hell knew.

  Although he was sure she wasn’t deaf– she had tensed at his shouting– he signed back to respond. Or to be an ass and shove it in her face that he understood. He wasn’t sure. 

  ‘ Alright, when the fuck did their end up being TWO of you?! GORDON Freeman is the bastard running THIS shitshow. What are you, his replacement?! President of the goddamn Freeman fanclub?! I need an ACTUAL goddamn answer, jackass! ’ 

  ‘ – And it’s Corporal Shephard. Adrian. ’

Her signing was quick and large as if yelling, having no way to show it other than the sudden obvious annoyance in her expression. ‘I’ve run into at least six other versions of me, DIPHAT, it’s not exactly like I’m keeping TRACK OF THEM.’

The name made her signing briefly hesitate, confusion overtaking her. This asshole was Shephard? There went all of her ideas that the dogtags belonged to a somewhat nice person. ‘Wait a second, YOU’RE Shephard?!’

#antiherod #//Shes so bad at insults

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Some holiday commish’s for @therattsden of @unaccompaniedescapist and @antiherod ^0^ I got a lil carried away but they were too fun. ^0^

#((GREAT ARTIST RIGHT THERE)) #((<3333))

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@antiherod continued from here

Teleportation. Why did it always happen at the worst moments? One minute she’s running through the halls for the lab and next thing she knows it she’s getting knocked back by an energy orb. Bad way to start the day. To make it even worse yet, she was being /yelled/ at by whoever she blocked the orb for.

Seeing the yelling man was a marine, however, had her tense. Not enough to grab her gun of course, but ready to run. ‘What the hell… I’m uh. I’m Gordana. Freeman.” How were any marines still around? Was this just a difference of universes again? ‘Who are you??’

#antiherod

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unaccompaniedescapist:

Instead of nodding, Chell took back the paper and wrote “Yes.” 

Her face was quick to light up. “Great!” Now they were getting somewhere. “I can already tell you aren’t the Chell from my universe, so are we in your universe or mine?”

#unaccompaniedescapist

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 rxguephysicist:

Continued from x with @theonefreewoman

  Well, this wasn’t her first rodeo. Potatoes…? His expression immediately became a puzzled one. There was a duplicate of him that had potatoes? Was the duplicate themself a potato? Multiverse travel rose many, many questions. Freeman shook his head, raising both hands up as if to say, ‘ see? No potatoes ‘.

  ‘ Ah, no. If it makes you any more confident, I haven’t seen a potato in twenty years. ’

Her expression became more relaxed almost immediately. ‘Oh, good! That’s more comforting than you might realize. Last time was an acid trip and a half... So what brings you to our neck of the multiverse?’

#rxguephysicist