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Still want to write... just ended up having pregnancy complications and I've been stuck on mobile for the last couple months (while I'm on bed rest and now in medical housing)... in a few weeks baby should be here and I should be able to write again. Here's hoping bc DAMN I miss it

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #reminder... #one day i will be able to write again #i miss it so much and i miss plotting with y'all

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Still want to write... just ended up having pregnancy complications and I've been stuck on mobile for the last couple months (while I'm on bed rest and now in medical housing)... in a few weeks baby should be here and I should be able to write again. Here's hoping bc DAMN I miss it

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #one day i will be able to write again #i miss it so much and i miss plotting with y'all #while i could have wrote on mobile i really havent had the energy or brain capacity to #this has been exhausting but will be worth it

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spicing up clairebear’s outfits because capcom won’t and someone has to

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Are there any Cleon fans here?( ˶˘ ³˘(⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆)!♡ Part 2?

#{ image : the tenacious; (claire) } #I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH

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I'm growing a kid so... super low activity (obvsly). But shit do I miss writing lmao

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@strcngered | recovery | neji & lee

After months of being bedridden in the hospital, Neji was grateful to have returned home. Just weeks prior he had had to be carried home like some sort of soft lord, but he was home nonetheless. Now he turned his face up towards the sun, eyes closed, basking in its warmth for a few, long moments.

Neji had already begun some physical therapy (overseen by medical-nin) and then begun training again with Lee. None of whom allowed him to push himself farther than his kitten-weak muscles and paper-soft bones could withstand.

But he was recovering. He knew that just from the growing mastery he felt over his chakra. It was like tending to a tiny flame, day by day, growing stronger. Neji was still thinner than anything and the warmth of the morning soaked deep into his aches. It was difficult to be angry at his sluggish progress when he felt so deeply grateful to be alive; he was merely impatient because he had plans.

His pale eyes opened at the sound of familiar footsteps and the faintest of smiles appeared on his face. Practically a grin for his usual inexpressiveness.

"Ohayou, Lee," he greeted, no louder than necessary.

#strcngered #strcngered | lee #{ the caged bird; (neji) } #{ thread: recovery; (neji) } #( lowkey just 3 yrs after our last thread whoops )

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"You'd break a hand on that idiot musclehead, Kennedy," she denied, shaking her head.

A second after her surprise, Claire recognized the appreciative look on Leon's face and heard it in his voice. Her lips spread into a small grin of her own and she took steps forward to close the distance between them.

"What? You don't think I can fight my own battles?" A trick question, meant to make Leon get stuck trying to pick the right answer.

Claire tilted her head, her red ponytail swishing over her shoulder, before reaching past him to pull her knife from the wall. She tapped the tip of it to his chest teasingly then returned it into the sheath at the small of her back, her jacket normally covering the handle. The opposite hand reached forward to curl her index finger in one of his beltloops, more interested in flirting than talking about her idiot brother.

"So, how long were you staring at my ass?"

She wasn't hard to find. Once he'd stopped off at the office and overheard talk about some kind of sibling blow-out - the subject of which he hadn't been privy to, it subsequently narrowed down the number of likely places that he'd find her. Since he wouldn't put it past the eldest Redfield to actually storm into the ladies bathroom if Claire tried to shelter there, Leon's next best guess was precisely where he found her.

Even Chris wasn't stupid enough to push the envelope when Red had a gun in her hand.

There was something particularly attractive to the sight, in Leon's eyes though. The confidence she had, her stance, the lines of her body that he let his eyes travel along while she was unaware of his presence. God, she looked good, even when she was angry as hell. Maybe because she was angry as hell.

"Your aim is impeccable as always," he observed, the blade buried in the wall a hairsbreadth from clipping his ear. He seemed remarkably relaxed about it too.

"And I wasn't sneaking, Red," he refuted with a smirk, "You were just distracted.

"I heard that your brother's rocking the boat so I thought I'd come offer to beat him up for you."

#{ the tenacious; (claire) } #survivalspecialist #{ thread: just breathe; } #how do you make nested reblogs happen... this remains to be seen

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I s2g I haven't disappeared again, I'm just super exhausted from accidentally eating gluten and also somehow getting my union president involved in my HR bullshit...

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #my union chair saying it's going to the president has me like ??????? #I JUST WANTED MY RAISE #am the problem employee now #also i'm 6 months pregnant and hella scattered #so this is a low activity blog

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if I'm not totally bushed later, gonna try writing more 👀

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #{ mobile blogging; } #going out to sweatlodge #gonna pray for all u sinners #jk jk sin is a christian belief

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@survivalspecialist | just breathe | claire & leon

BangBangBang.

Shots echoed in the firing range as the solo shooter meticulously fired. When her clip was emptied, she flicked the safety and ejected the clip with practiced ease. The clip dropped into the grasp of her second hand and she set the handgun down to start reloading the clip with bullets from the waiting box.

The repetitiveness of it all was soothing and it took some of her frustration out on the target at the far end of the range. Claire's fight with her brother still lingered in her brain and she was trying her best not to take her temper out on anyone else.

"I don't like it. He's not good enough for you, Claire."

"I'm not a child, Chris! No one would be good enough for you."

"Well, anyone but him!"

Claire ran their fight over in her head and scowled at the clip she was reloading. She set it down to take a breath before she threw it down the range and removed her earmuffs to set them on the counter as well. Suddenly she realized she wasn't alone, the hair on the back of her neck raising. Instinct kicked in ahead of common sense and she turned quickly; one hand producing a knife that was thrown just shy of the person's head.

"Leon!" She gasped, surprised by the sight of him and slightly horrified about the knife buried in the wall. Whoopsies. "Dummy, you should know better than to sneak up on someone!"

#survivalspecialist #{ the tenacious; (claire) } #{ thread: just breathe; (claireleon) } #( hope this is okay !! ) #( lemme know if u need more! )

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mahhh trying to remember how to RP on this hellsite... if anyone is still mutuals, hmu and like this for a thread?

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #fuck how do you make text small now on mobile #{ mobile blogging; }

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@secvndus | mistakes were made | nevi & damian

She should've ignored the ghosts. But when she came across one so young that she had been wailing for her mama, Nevi had little choice but to follow the path set before her feet. For the most part, especially in Eastern Europe, vampires - Kindred, whatever they wanted to call themselves - kept fairly strict watch on their own to prevent hunters like herself from getting involved in their business. Or at least that had been her experience in her travel so far.

Now and again she would come across injustices so great that she couldn't ignore them. No child of Coyote could ignore such evil.

She was an anomaly. An unknown. A creature that few vampires outside of North America had ever had experience with. Those who resided in North America had hunted many of her kind, her father's children and his cousins' and siblings' children, because shifters saw more than they should and they were particularly skilled at dispatching the undead.

Nevi had taken her time, trying to tune out the voices of the ghosts that milled about the area and trying to look past them with her camera lens. Taking pictures of the comings and goings of the master's servants. Planning. Hunting. She was patient, but the ghosts were not.

After a week of careful tracking, she slipped into the house when the sun was at its highest. The stake drove deep into the vampire's chest, impaling and immobilizing. Only before she could terminate his unlife by removing his head, she felt fire rip through her middle as a blade plunged into her side.

Nevi hadn't realized there was a young servant - a ghoul? at that age? - in the room. She stumbled away, hand pressing tightly to the wound before fleeing through the window. A few blocks from the vampire's liar, she tried to patch her wound up as best she could, hands bloody and shaking and knowing she was fucked. She'd never failed so epically before.

The following hours were a blur for her. Stumbling through the city. Sound muffled in her ears. Taking the metro and then a bus. She looked pale, strung out, as she stumbled to Damian's doorstep at dusk. Nevi managed to smash her bloody hand on the doorbell a few times before slumping to the ground in her coyote body, surrounded by her clothing. Another dumb idea, given her blood loss in such a small body, but it wasn't like she was thinking particularly straight.

#secvndus #{ the coyote's daughter; (nevi) } #{ thread: mistakes were made; }

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Miyo Pimatisiwin - Living the “Good Life” / living your best life

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holy shit what happened to tumblr.... i mean... pay me no mind... only been two years

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #i may or may not come back to this blog #i miss writing...

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Not dead, just 110% exhausted.

#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #one day i'll be active again #idk when #i miss writing here but my health has been shit and work has been a nightmare #so i have zero spoons for tumbles :T

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i can’t believe it’s been like 3 months but… life sucks. explanation of bullshittery below ->

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#{ the shit birdie says; (ooc) } #-jazz hands-