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alisa filippova

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i need everyone to see the cat i met today

his name is hercule purrot

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under my global dictatorship we will take away the +1 phone country code from usa and give it to kazakhstan instead as compensation for borat

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what is the new popes plan to deal with the fact the chicago is divided up between five monster families

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knives out 4 should be set in a papal conclave and every time they elect a new pope he keeps getting murdered. black smoke white smoke black smoke white smoke the crowd goes huh?? they have to make benoit blanc a cardinal to get him inside the room and he insists on bringing his husband, because they were on vacation in rome when this all started and phillip wanted to see the sistine chapel but it got closed for conclave. to use himself as bait benoit has to get elected pope. except then he catches the murderer before he can get murdered and now he's stuck as pope. gay married pope, oops! is this anything

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Mother cat brings all her kittens to the person who gave her food🐈🐱

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spin this wheel

you're now this mythical creature, congrats!

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Ohh for the prompt maybe Edwin & Crystal friendship with number 11!?!?

Thank you for the prompt! I combined it with a paraphrased version of #28, which @coraline-piange requested for Edwin and Crystal.

11. “They shouldn’t treat you like that.”

28. “...I don’t hate you.” “...you don’t?”

Edwin finds her hiding out on the balcony, huddled in the dark while inside, music plays and her parents and their friends laugh and mingle. Crystal is torn between being annoyed that he followed her and being secretly, shamefully relieved. She wishes he hadn’t showed up in the middle of the party to ask her about a case, wishes that he hadn’t just seen her mother lay into her while all her parents' friends watched and tittered. But if he is here, she’s glad that he didn’t leave her alone.

He doesn’t say anything for several minutes, just folds his hands on top of the balcony railing and stays quiet. They stand side by side, watching the lights of the city far below. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wails and Crystal wonders if there will be a new ghost showing up at the Agency’s doors soon.

“They shouldn’t treat you like that,” Edwin finally says.

Crystal swallows back a snappish reply. Instead, she says, “What she said wasn’t totally wrong. I did burn every bridge my parents ever built for me. I’m the one who got kicked out of every fancy school they sent me to and alienated all my friends and made sure no college will ever let me in unless my parents toss a ton of money at them.”

“Perhaps you would have burnt less bridges if you hadn’t been left alone with so many matches.” There’s a bite to Edwin’s voice.

She snorts. “Why do you think they leave me alone so much? It’s because I’m kind of the worst.”

“That isn’t true.”

“You know it is. You hate me.” Her voice cracks embarrassingly.

“Crystal.” His voice goes gentle in a way that’s so un-Edwin-like that she has to turn to make sure it’s really him. He’s looking down at her with a worried crease in his brow. “Of course I don’t hate you. Do you really think I do?”

Crystal can’t bring herself to answer.

“I find you difficult, stubborn, and often exasperating, but I do not hate you.”

She lets out a hoarse laugh. “Yeah, because you’re famously not any of those things.”

“Charles did once say that you and I are a lot alike.”

“He did not.”

“He did.”

“He’s lucky he’s cute,” she mutters, which gets a soft laugh from Edwin.

“I realize that you seem to think you were some sort of monster before you lost your memories.” He holds up a hand to cut off her reply. “But I’ve never known you to be anything but kind and compassionate to those who are in need of it. You are a real asset to the Agency, Crystal, and I’ve come to be glad of your presence.”

Crystal thinks she might cry, which is just so fucking embarrassing. After everything else tonight, she doesn’t need to cry in front of Edwin Payne.

“And I don’t think your mother knows you half as well as she seems to think,” he adds. “Given that you were in Port Townsend for weeks without her or your father noticing you were missing. In the month since we returned to London, I can count on one hand the number of nights you’ve slept at their house. Mostly, you’ve slept on a couch in an abandoned building in the company of two boys that your parents do not know. Perhaps your mother should spend less time bemoaning the bridges you’ve burned and spend more time thinking about her own behavior.”

Crystal turns her face away so he won’t see the tears gathering in her eyes.

“I am sorry, Crystal,” Edwin says. “Truly. You deserve better.”

“Yeah, well.” She clears her throat and shrugs. “I bet they’d say they deserved a better daughter.”

“I cannot imagine they would have treated a ‘better’ daughter with any more care than they’ve treated you.”

“Maybe not. But maybe they would’ve wanted to.” Surreptitiously, Crystal wipes her eyes. “What were your parents like?”

Edwin is silent for a moment and she wonders if she’s said the wrong thing. Finally, he says, “My father had very few interests outside of hunting, hounds, and women. Since I shared none of those interests, we had little to say to each other. He got on much better with my older brothers, who were very much cut from the same cloth. When he did pay me any mind, it was usually to make sure I knew what a disappointment I was.”

“He sounds like an asshole.”

“Perhaps,” Edwin says. “My mother was better, I think. She liked to read. She used to read to me, until my father put a stop to it. He worried her novels would make me soft.”

“Jesus Christ.” Crystal wants to reach back a hundred years in the past and shake Edwin’s father.

“He never thought I would make anything of myself. I do wonder what he would think, if he were here.”

“I think he’d be proud of you.”

“Unlikely, but thank you.” There’s an edge of ruefulness in his voice. “Running a detective agency for ghosts is certainly not what he would consider an accomplishment. Particularly since I do not have a single hound or mistress.”

Crystal snorts. “Charles says he tried to convince you to get a puppy back in ‘94.”

“He does enjoy bringing home strays.” He doesn’t need to add the silent, “like you.”

“Do you miss them?” Crystal asks.

“Sometimes,” he says after another brief pause. “But I miss who they were when I was small, before I realized what a disappointment I was to them. If that makes sense?”

“It does.” She nods. “It’s like how I miss who I thought my parents were when I didn’t have my memories. When I thought they missed me and were looking for me.”

“I’m sorry they aren’t the parents you thought they were.”

“Yeah.” Crystal wipes her eyes again. “And I’m sorry yours were shitty too.”

Edwin blows out a breath.

Her lips twitch. “Too much emotion for one night?”

“Far too much.”

From inside the penthouse, there’s a burst of shouting.

“Ah.” Edwin sounds smug. “Perhaps we should take our leave now.”

Crystal turns to stare at him. He’s wearing the little smile that he only gets when he knows he just cracked a case open. Or when Charles compliments him. “What did you do?”

“There was an unfortunate incident involving a bottle of wine and one of your mother’s paintings.”

Crystal slaps a hand over her mouth to muffle her laugh. “Which one?”

“That hideously tacky self-portrait.” At her incredulous look, he shrugs. “I didn’t care for the way she spoke to you. And in front of guests, too.”

“You know that self-portrait was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, right?”

“Absurd. I wouldn’t trade it for Charles’s jar of bees.” Edwin sniffs. “Anyway, I’m a ghost. Even if she could see me, what is she going to do, sue me?”

The shouting inside gets louder.

“Yeah, we should definitely get out of here,” Crystal says.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He holds an arm out to her. “There’s a case to solve, after all.”

She links her arm through his. “Thanks.”

Edwin flashes a small, pleased smile. “It was my pleasure.”

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Angst and Hurt/Comfort Prompts

I'm going to try and do more prompt fills here on Tumblr in the future, time depending, so if anyone would like to be added to a tag list, please let me know!

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Anti-Stratfordian who thinks Shakespeare did write his plays but he was from somewhere else

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...all things said its funny that we're now in a situatation where we're having to keep saying stuff like "an AI can't think for itself, an AI cant have feelings, AI can't create art," as if we're all the bad guys in a scifi movie with a robot protagonist.

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33

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expedition 33 is a beautiful, earnest, deeply tragic game about moving through grief and loss and despair and you can play the entire game with a baguette strapped to your back. GOTY for real

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Clair Obscur Expedition 33 (dev. Sandfall Interactive)

↳ LUMIÈRE

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Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (2025) ↳ 6/?

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By using antibodies from a human donor with a self-induced hyper-immunity to snake venom, scientists have developed the most broadly effective antivenom to date, which is protective against the likes of the black mamba, king cobra, and tiger snakes in mouse trials. Described in the journal Cell, the antivenom combines protective antibodies and a small molecule inhibitor and opens a path toward a universal antiserum.

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May 8, 2025 - Wise words from an antifascist Indian kid while a piece of shit Hindutva interviewer tries to intimidate him into supporting the war on Pakistan. [video]