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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. you can find me at the same username, but please only follow if you're actually interested to write. i've reached crazy numbers on here and this time around i'd actually like to keep it smaller

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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. you can find me at the same username, but please only follow if you're actually interested to write. i've reached crazy numbers on here and this time around i'd actually like to keep it smaller

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THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE. you can find me at the same username, but please only follow if you're actually interested to write. i've reached crazy numbers on here and this time around i'd actually like to keep it smaller

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alright new blog set, sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your patience!

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ALSO. i was talking about during the holidays about how this blog wasn't sparking joy ( also my fault because my hcs are sparse as fuck and it creates so much chaos ) so i'm remaking. smaller SMALLER, since i have figured i don't have enough time to dedicate to writing lately

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idk if tumblr is acting up but if you decide to unfollow me, least you can do is softblock. i'm nobody's number in a follower count

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you ever think about how claire hates alex but ultimately what happened on sejm is what kept her alive in alcatraz. it be like that sometime

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❛   don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical.  ❜  

there's something wrong and it doesn't take long for claire to figure it out - the visitors that turned a few hours didn't take this long before infection took over, it didn't even seem to hurt as much as it does now. so what the fuck is going on. chris' groan of pain comes out muffled to her ears, and claire takes it as a sign that the virus is indeed spreading. she wonders how long will it take, how much of her stuff back at home is absolutely not sorted enough for her to die in this piece of shit cell in the middle of fucking alcatraz.

her gaze darts toward dr. taylor's body - another one on her list of people she couldn't save that has increasingly grown way too much for her own comfort; if only she had found him sooner, maybe he would have gotten his own chance at redeeming himself.

my guiding principle is this: guilt is never to be doubted.

"oh fuck off, not now." a strain in her voice, fingers gripping cell bar to keep herself steady. "you're not even real," they've been down this path before - sonido de tortuga, claire almost bleeding to death and yet pushing through out of spite because she simply can't let alex win; not like this, not when claire's fought all odds to kill her four years prior.

"i've got nothing to be guilty about," liar liar liar. and truly claire can't help but laugh in the face of the universe continuing to fuck with her because of course dylan blake himself would add insult to injury - she could have done more. she really should have. "i hate you, this is all your fault."

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jack of no trades. master of fuck all

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you're not going to snap . are you?

the overseer's voice is once again finding claire at the worst time possible. at this point claire has no doubt there are cameras hidden around the prison that work in tandem with the bracelets. "how about you go fuck yourself," spoken through gritted teeth only to piss her off further.

i value your hatred. i find it very useful.

"yeah? is it giving you all the intel that motherfucker forgot to?" whatever, neil can go fuck off too for all claire cares - it still makes her wonder how much the overseer knows; moira being here as well can't help but clue claire in on the fact that there has been more talk about her bonds than she had thought. it's not like her mind goes there on purpose, but she does wonder if everything is alright back at home; the screen on her bracelets flickers in color for a moment.

"you better pray i never get to you," time for games is over, and the sooner overseer figures it out, the better. sharp gaze darts to a weird shaped hole in the wall, frown forming on features as she gets closer. "it's not me being stuck with you. so when i find you, and i will ... i'm throwing you and your dog off that goddamn cliff."

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@viraltoxins is making me cry tonight

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✧ sender stares silently at receiver.

"what?" she never liked the silent treatment growing up, less now that they're supposedly adults. "just say whatever is bothering you, i'm not in the mood for puzzles," had enough of that for a lifetime actually, so no thank you. "unless you're gonna say something you know will piss me off. keep it to yourself then."

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my beloved princess who can never catch a break

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𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 : a small-town diner where the neon sign is flickering at the edge of the parking light. it's near empty and the air is heavy of grease and old coffee. (for the location prompts, zarina!)

"nice place. cozy," gaze can't help but wander around surroundings, glass window reflecting red and blue lights from the neon sign across the parking lot. claire's seen creepier, but there is something weird about the place zarina has picked to meet up. "you paying for dinner too, or ...?" she's just kidding, but unless the smell around is betraying her, claire would bet they make a mean classic american breakfast. small smile forms at corner of lips when a waitress walks by to refill their coffee mugs, gaze following as claire waits for her to leave. "so about that lead you got. any news?"

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a firing range ringing with gunshots.

the BSAA has been kind enough to give claire a pass knowing she would always be around anyways - a reminiscence of times lost when she would hang out RPD and annoy the hell out of chris, STARS team always happy to hear more about this allegedly amazing sister of his. so when grace texts her about meeting at the shooting range of course she's available; badge sitting nice against shirt and gun ready to fire.

"didn't think they'd try to recruit you so fast," they tend to do that, or at least that had been the MO at some point. either way, claire picks a spot, earpieces in place. "they snatched the last one away before i could offer a spot," beat. "was even more surprised to hear you turned them down. fbi pay that good?"

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‘i thought that thing was dead!’

i thought. thing is, in this line of work what one thinks doesn't matter much - you see something infected, you shoot at it no matter who they used to be before you're the next target. it comes easier with time and experience, but it's not like claire is going to hold it against ashley anyway.

"they always come back for some reason," the trick is waiting and not get distracted. difficult sometimes, but claire trusts ashley will figure what works best for her eventually. "hey, you're a good shot though." beat, hand offered towards the blonde to help her get up. "good job, agent."

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would you guys hate me if these ask replies were shorter than i intended them to be