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DEAR READER
Claire Keane
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins

pixel skylines

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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todays bird
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
noise dept.

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

Discoholic 🪩
Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@anomaliatus
Text my muse! Send them a message! Start a conversation!
Knight, much like Chris, you have an unhealthy bond with this wreck of a man and and as your Claire adjacent, I worry for you,
TFW I am literally Claire Redfield, ready to drive down to Raccoon City when my dumbass brother Chris/@godstrain gets into questionable zombie apocalypse shit.
There will be three cats. One blond needy cat named Albert, another brown kitty who is gonna be named Chris. And for extra fun, a third one named Leon who comes and goes a lot. Wesker will be subjected to the cats. And also watching Emi just not only heap affections on the cat version of him, but also the cat version of Chris.
💭 | Thoughts on @godstrain
Forget-me-nots and wheat -- a combination made by the child of seven years, from a time very much long, long, long ago that memory could be questioned. The colour of his eyes; the faith she had for him as symbolized by the flower, for the time that he had served as her physician, short as that had been. Wheat, such was the shade of hair hair and his reliability, stature and constant presence.
Like an ancient statue, built many years ago and weathering through the years just to meet her young and curious eyes.
But that was then and this is now and he is a new man, a different man. Not her reliable doctor made of forget-me-nots and wheat.
Today, he is nightshade and blackholes.
Nightshade can be beautiful to look at, even helpful. Not many knew some every day things was part of the nightshade family, yet at times, if one wasn't careful, something filled with beauty can be dangerous, poisonous even, if taken in. Looking at him, Emiya wondered if she would be slowly dying the longer she stayed by his side.
Or worse, sucked into something from which there was no escape. She barely recognized him as someone who once helped her; he is unknowable, unpredictable -- frightening. There was an incredible power that exuded from him, even when they met when she was a mere child, freshly rescued from an abusive home. But now it seemed more, as if his entire being had imploded and all that was left was this....Albert Wesker.
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//remembering your muse was basically god in one verse makes me laugh because in another verse she's interested in a guy with a god complex
the urge to bite while feeling overwhelming affection is completely normal. sorry if you don’t experience that but it’s not my business. get help
you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
//Ok, for once this was a good update Tumblr. Like yes please, let me see my actual mutuals like stuff.
love will always find you. Both threat AND promise
“but i don’t feel like i deserve it.” boo hoo. too fucking bad. Get loved idiot
@godstrain
tfw you have a botany degree and your dumbass not-boyfriend houses a dangerous mutation inducing flower in his lab
//Emi in the RE universe is just Parasite Eve. Lol instead of virus shenanigans it's just mitochondria going AWOL NBD.
To anyone who stumbles across my blog: I'm currently in the middle of remaking things so please be patient with me. Otherwise, hello and welcome!
Are you afraid of me?
Are you afraid of me hurting you?
No, I’m not afraid of you. You may quake with rage, but I still see your love behind your anger filled eyes
I just want to protect you and keep you safe from harm.
Sometimes I forget that softness is strength and that you are capable of protecting yourself.
@godstrain
It may hurt now but I’ll never stop supporting you.
sometimes I take my glasses off when I look at you so that all I see is you. being near sighted has some perks, I guess!