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I think 000 just really hates my guts because why did my game just stop working and I had to reinstall it for it to finally open

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I need to start talking about Cassia more

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I think that it'd be pretty funny to have Langley and Garofano as a ship just think about it

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Idk thinking about Angell and F!Chief cuddling on a cold night because it's cold outside so let's bundle up under the blankets to just share our body heat, yk nothing else , cuz we're such good friends

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angell's kitchen, before and after the chief "moves in"

loved this part of the event so much. the kitchen is the heart of many homes, so seeing it come to life from the cold empty room as an imagery of angell's own heart has got me feeling things

the kitchen isn't just cleaner or brighter. the chief fills the room with ornaments, potted plants, a small vase of bright yellow flowers, a simple table cloth, and a rug. she has angell buying a couple more kitchen appliances, too, like the coffee maker, and a janky secondhand microwave they could afford from the flea market. the cupboards and fridge are stocked with more condiments and better food than the first few days that the chief stayed in the apartment (or for most of the months angell hid there).

my favorite part though? the front of the fridge isn't just a wall of targets. there are memos for odd jobs, little grocery lists, simple recipes, and maybe one or two exasperated notes about angell's terrible habits. in the end, angell learns what it's like to have someone who cares about her and wants her to really live

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pride flag butterflies 🌈

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All of the Prehistoric Pride guys in one collective post to celebrate pride month. Choose your fighter and have an awesome time :D

More suggestions are always welcome, I sadly was not able to cover everyone, but I will do more of these in the future!

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spotify is raising prices again here's the apk that gives you premium for free

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Reblog this if you support sex-averse and sex-repulsed aces, including:

Aces who never want to have sex

Aces who had sex in the past but don't desire it anymore

Aces with sexual trauma who feel like their trauma ties into their asexuality

Aces with sexual trauma who don't feel like their trauma caused their asexuality

Aces who don't want to talk to you about sex

Aces who don't want to hear about sex

Yes even aces who do not want to engage with any sexual content and don't want it in their own personal spaces

Yes even aces who express the desire to have more spaces for queer adults where their boundaries are met (on top of the queer spaces that exist, we do not want to sanitize your existing spaces ffs)

If you cannot be normal about these people existing, if you believe they're a threat to our community and to how we're viewed by people who aren't aspec and the rest of the LGBTQ+ community, you are not an asexual ally. Yes, even if you're aspec yourself. Especially if you're aspec yourself.

Because it's been pride month for 4 days and I'm already seeing people trying to throw us under the bus or pretend we don't exist because that makes the ace community more palatable to exclusionists and people who swallowed too much "aces are puritans" propaganda.

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Love you to the end

Angell x fem!chief

Genre: Angst (with a happy ending kind of?)

Idk if this is good or not, obviously not proofread

Second AN: this is formulated so bad I might just rewrite it soon bye

When longing is a feeling that you can't shake off, even after she had left a long time ago.

You fed the goldfish once again, having provided them a much bigger aquarium, now lavishly decorated and having regular water changes as expected.

Turning on the record player that once belonged to a person now missing from your life, that once sat in the dimly lit bedroom that was always cluttered, where you tucked in someone that at first meant you harm but in the little time you had spent together she seemed to warm up to you, her cold exterior actually making her approachable.

Days are passing by, living this lie

Not knowing what we're looking for.

Gray, these walls are gray and there's no sky

There is no hope, there is no soar

I know somewhere there must be more

You started asking yourself what did you actually miss about her? What did you actually want from Angell? Was it love or just a comfortable feeling between two people that just got accustomed to having the other around and then missed their presence when they could no longer be around. You hoped for the day when Angell would be back and maybe then you'd share a bed, being in her arms and seeking out comfort for all these cold and sleepless nights you had spent dreaming of her, cooking red bean soup for her as the familiar song, always playing in her headphones would be heard.

A thought that maybe you had gone a bit insane while you had been with her appeared in your mind. How could you wish for closure with someone that had initially kidnapped you, and was about to hurt you in ways that could have put you in a coffin. Maybe there was a possibility that she would have attended the funeral, or there could've been a possibility for you to spend your night in the room that was always messy, in the same bed Angell found solace in and hoped for good dreams.

For you she was the good dream, the good dream that you experience only once and you always remember it as one of the best you've ever had. Sometimes you wished that she'd just show up out of nowhere, not to stay but just to visit, to see how you're feeling, maybe pat your back while she's at it for a job well done, not dying on her watch that is.

How have you become her sunshine in such a short amount of time? Maybe you could even drag her out of the abyssal sea she found herself in, having embraced death and became a version of it. But then she left her sunshine, and she was your moon, the moon that protected your nights and rested in your dreams, or watched over you with your head in your hands on restless nights,nights spent listening to the song that reminded you of her.

Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, you continued going on about your days as usual, trying to forget about Angell even if you dedicated your nights to her. Wanting to feel her presence again, to seek comfort for all these soulless nights you spent without being in her arms.

One rainy evening, a good decision seemed to be to take a long walk, maybe the rain and coldness of the nighttime would push away any thoughts of Angell that remained in your mind, something which you have been trying to do for a long time.

Fate seemed to have other plans that night, as when you found yourself on the ground with some gangsters that were after your head someone took care of them just like that. You could barely make out the silhouette of the one that stood in the shadow, yet recognising the blade held by that person right away. Jumping upwards, even if your limbs ached a little bit from the hits you got, ultimately making your way to touch the figure's shoulder.

In the end it was Angell, who had somehow become an angel that just saved you ,ending up again in her grasp after all this time although this time it was something that both parties seemed to want.

At this point both of you were soaked by the rain, hearing Angell let out a chuckle, picking up your umbrella as the two of you started walking in a comforting silence, reminiscent of the times when you both sat down on the couch which she always seemed to stay on before retreating to her room.

The walk back to your home was a daze, not even realising that you found yourself close to Angell, somehow having convinced her to stay for the night,finding yourself wrapping your arms tightly around her, knowing that the next morning the bed will be cold and empty, no remnant of her presence remaining. Not only was she holding you close to her, you realized she had kissed your cheek, the second sign of affection that she newly showed to you, it felt like she was confessing silently, something you had grown accustomed to for her to be silent, seemingly not liking to speak much.

She started humming a melody, one you had associated with her, as if to lull you to sleep, with no promise if she will stay, her fingers tangling into your hair, her chin on your head as she held you in a warm embrace, something you've never expected from her.

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But the next morning you found yourself still in her arms, being held closely as you could feel her chest rising and falling, sitting up and making sure you didn't wake her up, because she needed a good night's rest, now watching her sleep and wanting to touch her, only to make sure that it wasn't all a dream.

Your wrist had been caught swiftly in a firm grip , Angell being wide awake now and hearing the familiar words that she had been resting her eyes, which was a complete lie. She let go of your wrist, her eyes being once again closed as you leaned down to kiss her forehead, something which prompted her to pull you back into her arms, mumbling something under her breath that she didn't want to get up yet.

This was a good dream for both of you it seemed, one that could be neverending if she just came with you.

Closing your eyes you decided to put that thought away, not wanting to disturb her good dream, which seemed to just be laying in bed with her former captive, now her sunshine, a sunshine that she had decided long ago to protect, even if she was something that couldn't be contained, both of you knew that maybe this could work out in some way. That if some effort was put into it.

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Angell was now watching you intently after she had dragged your body back down next to hers, letting out a relaxed sigh, wishing to make this dream last forever. But to do that it meant that she had to make a sacrifice, and now it mattered how willing she was to do so.

Kissing the top of your head while restraining herself from kissing her cheeks again, or kissing your lips. She was asking herself how would it feel if she cupped your cheek and then closed the distance between your lips. Would you reciprocate the kiss? Was it something that would make you push her away or pull her in for more? But for now she only wishes to have you in her arms, for as long as humanly possible.

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Chief missing Angell and wishing to do things with her again AISNO when I get you ☹️☹️☹️

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What if there's a meeting with like the directors and Sephiroth is there as well for some reason and a cat Scarlet brought jumps on Hojos face (because of the bad vibes) (dont ask about the whole Scarlet cat thing that's a whole another thing)

Wanna know if Sephiroth would find that funny

*While everyone is desperately trying to pull the cat off Professor Hojo, Sephiroth is reading a magazine*

Lazard: SEPHIROTH. DO SOMETHING.

Sephiroth: I am doing something. I'm reading this fascinating celebrity gossip column.

Lazard: NO. DO SOMETHING TO HELP. IT'S MAULING PROFESSOR HOJO'S FACE.

*Sephiroth looks over*

Sephiroth: Not fast enough.

*Sephiroth grabs a laser pointer and aims it at Hojo, making the cat go crazier*

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Hello hello!

An idea i had for some headcannons for Langley and F!chief is what if both of them were cats like in that one MBCC shit post from the official ptn acc

I think about that post a sane and normal amount. You can trust me. I'm normal about cats. Don't mind that I own eight or so of them.

Langley and F!Chief as cats

While Chief is a fluffy and affectionate nebelung cat, Langley is a sleek and elegant cream point Siamese.

Generally speaking, their personalities are stark contrasts. Chief is rarely if ever not seen with another cat, while Langley prefers to keep to herself. Window-sitting is her favorite hobby, staring out while she washes her paws in deep contemplation.

However, one thing they both have in common is that they’re both fiercely territorial. Neither of them like strange cats walking around without their permission, and both have their ways of dealing with intruders.

Of the pair, Chief is far more merciful. She’ll speak cordially with strangers at first, trying to warn them off with her words and body language, like the rattle of a rattlesnake. Even if they dismiss her warnings, she’s far more likely to chase them off through cunning rather than a fight.

On the other paw, if it’s gotten to the point where Langley is confronting an intruder, they’ve already been given their chance to get out and it went ignored. She’s not shy about using her teeth and claws and she has a penchant for striking from the shadows; often, the strange cat is sent fleeing from her territory with their tail between their legs, not even entirely sure of what just happened.

This naturally made the first meeting between Chief and Langley tense, as it occurred when Langley was trespassing on Chief’s territory. The smaller feline’s usual tactics of scaring off intruders didn’t work on this aloof cat, and she quickly realized that she had no chance of winning in a straight fight. So, Chief had no choice but to let Langley stay, hoping that her dominance over the other cats in the area was enough to keep it firmly cemented as her territory.

Of course, Chief kept a careful eye on Langley. She quickly came to realize that the Siamese brought a sort of controlled mischief with her – engaging in many of the typical “mischievous” behaviors of cats, such as knocking things off tables, clawing the furniture, and tracking toilet paper all over the house.

She was also a natural hunter, and Chief couldn’t help but notice all the stuffed mice were going missing. The audacity! Every single time she’d get more, it would take less than a week for them all to disappear, and she was sure Langley was taking them all! …Minus a few mice that were definitely being taken by Hella, OwO and similarly capricious kittens, but still.

Though, Chief had to admit she slightly envied Langley’s carefree-seeming lifestyle. She couldn’t remember her kittenhood at all and the last time she’d gotten up to mischief had been last month, on accident, when she missed a jump and sent a bunch of fragile china plates and cups crashing to the floor. She still felt guilty about that.

Still, over time, Chief began to see Langley as less of a tolerated intruder and more an informal member of the colony. Many cats in the area were still nervous around Langley, understandably so, and Chief couldn’t say she was exactly fond of it when Langley started bringing over members of her colony unannounced… but they were cordial and respectful enough, not like some of the other cats from the city Chief had the displeasure of dealing with, so she supposed it was alright.

Langley, meanwhile, is intrigued by Chief. For someone who’s so protective of her own territory and colony, she’s never had a problem with waltzing onto the territory of others if it suited her whims. Normally, the dominant cats of those territories buckle and fold within days, ceding to her, so she’s quite impressed with this young upstart who not only has the daring to stand up to her but the cunning and support to maintain her dominance. Chief has won Langley’s quiet respect, and she’s started to see Chief’s territory not exactly as an extension of her own, but certainly as an area she should protect like it was.

If she’s bringing over her colony members to help her deal with some unsavory types of cats on the borders that might threaten the Chief and her colony… Well, what Chief doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

Not if Langley’s there, anyhow. And Langley has no intentions of leaving anytime soon.

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A Fallen Star

Valentines special🩵

Lynette x fem!reader

AU in which Y/N is also a stage assistant and the one doing the tank trick that Lynette has done in the game

warnings: angst (ofc), slight description of death

Evening

Court of Fontaine

Opera Epliclese

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The curtains have been lifted to reveal the three stars of tonight's show - Lyney, Lynette and Y/N. The third was the newest member of the troupe, aquired after the events which led to the Iudex becoming the ruler of Fontaine after Furina had left the throne.

Y/N was trained by Lynette herself after meeting her after a show and then their friendship blossoming into love and thus Lynette offered Y/N to join the troupe, thinking that a partner on the stage wouldn't hurt.

So there the three were, in front of the audience that had once again paid to watch them do their tricks, either out of admiration or out of curiosity to see the third member on stage again. Being a new member led to a plethora of new questions the audience in the beginning, also to Charlotte asking demanding to get an interview with you and Lynette, the relationship having been out of any prying eyes until your stage appearance.

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This time around on the stage would be a number which the Fontaine audience has seen it all before but having been performed by Lynette in the past, but now it would be performed by Y/N , which meant that she she would be put in the water tank, and then expected to get out.

Lynette had begged her darling to not try it because she was too inexperienced for it - yes she has trained for over six months or even more that that but it also didn't mean that she was experienced enough to attempt such thing. But alas, being stubborn and wanting to prove that in fact she was good at her job and to prove to Lynette that no matter what happened if there was anything dangerous that would need someone to actually do it, then it wouldn't be Lynette.

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Y/N was lowered in the tank, having chains tied to both her legs which were not tied to the floor or anything, just kept her ankles encased and limited her movement slightly. Lynette and her exchanged small smiles before she sank, and Lynette closed the lid , wishing that this trick would go well.

But the question was if it actually will? There was uncertainty building up in both Lynette and Y/N, the doubt that everything will go smoothly was growing by the second and it wouldn't leave them both.

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She had about three minutes of air, in which she had to find a key between the grates at the bottom of the tank with which she would unlock her shackles and would ultimately get out.

But that didn't end up happening.

Which ended up happening was that tragedy stuck in the way that the chain which held the shackled together had gotten stuck between the grates, when she was trying to find the key, which kept slipping out of her grasp until she noticed that she wasn't able to move around in the slightest,being stuck a pinned point only due to the chain getting stuck.

Panic started coursing through her, slightly trashing around trying to drag the chain out of the small space it was stuck into. That was noticed by Lyney and Lynette which led to a complete panic in them too, Lynette rushing to the top of the tank, thinking that she would be able to help her lover.

The shut door wouldn't budge.

It was stuck maybe from a mechanism being affected by rust or just being shut in the wrong way but the most important thing is that it wasn't budging in the slightest, no matter how much she would try. And the last resort was to call someone to pry it open as Lyney had tried to open it as well but due to the absence of their visions meant that they couldn't just burn their way in doubtful if that would even work.

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At this point the audience was panicking as well seeing how the performer - you - was still trying to achieve the goal of being free with little success and the seconds trickled down until your demise, a death which would end up in you being consumed by the very water you were supposed to escape.

Lynette slumped against the door of the tank, not wanting to go down and see your lifeless body, floating still in the calm water, still having the chain caught on the rails.She couldn't cry, being in shock as the curtains finally fell down, obstructing the view of what happened from the viewers.In the end the audience still thought that you were alive and that it was just part of the show for you to be like that, not that your lungs had filled with water while you made a futile attempt to get the chain out of the rails and the key being long lost beneath the rails at the bottom of the tank.

Eventually your body had been taken out of the water, Lynette hanging onto your lifeless body as if to reassure herself that you were still alive. Even if your body was icy cold and your heart wasn't beating anymore, eyes closed in a peaceful fashion as if you were just in a deep sleep and not that Celestia had taken your soul back to the bowels of life's creation.

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Your funeral had happened in two days time, the twins and Freminet were there, Arlechinno watching from the distance,thinking of a way to make Lynette happy. Lynette brought you rainbow roses,a last "I love you" as she put them last over your lifeless body. She watched as your coffin was lowered and then covered with dirt, the headstone being put and she put once again a bouquet of rainbow roses, making sure to be the last to leave.

But she wasn't the one to leave last, Arlechinno watching from the shadows. Watching Lynette leave still being in a state where she could barely move from your grave without glancing back the whole time, as if Celestia would be a kind soul and bring you back. But that would never happen, nothing could bring you back. To Lynette that is,but to Arlechinno maybe it was an opportunity to let someone else try a new thing and maybe make Lynette happy in the end.

But until then she will visit your grave almost everyday, bringing rainbow roses, as a statement of her love to you.

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So uh….some dude apparently recreated Adobe Photoshop feature-for-feature, for FREE, and it runs in your browser.

Anyway, fuck Adobe, and enjoy!

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You know, an interesting tumblr transformation that's happened gradually, and which I've seen no one talk about: ask-culture has essentially dropped off to nothing.

By which I mean, asks used to be WAY more of the tumblr economy. They used to be more common to send, and receive, and see. They were integral to the collaborative, forum-like behavior of old tumblr communities, not even to speak on the HUGE number of ask-blogs that used to exist to only be interacted with in ask-form.

I'm not saying this in a vying-for-attention way but instead in an observational way: I used to get way way more asks in like 2015, even with a fraction of my follower count. I wonder if it's due to the homogenization of social media sites? There's a lot more of this divide between "content creator" and "consumer" instead of just a bunch of peer blogs who would talk to each other. "Asks" aren't really a thing on twitter, are they? And as I understand it, the closest thing to an "ask" on instagram or tiktok would be a creator screenshotting some comment and responding to it in a new reel or video or whatever those content mediums are. Are asks just too tumblr-specific? Is that aspect of the site culture dying out as more and more people converge to using all their social media sites in the same way?