Yeah. I don’t know if I have any desire to return to these roleplay accounts anytime soon. I initially took a break to manage some pretty serious mental health issues, but since briefly trying a new verse & genuinely enjoying the peace there, each day that passes makes me further
btw, for those annoyed by bots. you can solve your problem like this. havent been bothered by a single one since even when 6 of them caught wind of a joke reply within the minute of posting. i had no clue it happened until a friend pointed it out
id like to build some more real connections w leon within/outside of her main sl .. like this tweet if ur interested 🤗 i may or may not tag u in a starter or enter yr dms to plot !
please remember to always keep palestinians & all groups actively affected by settlers & geno* in your hearts and do not stop talking about them. you should not need designated days to continue caring about them or us. you should always be thinking of them
i’ve been thinking carefully about how i want to word what i would like to say; and i'll only say this. as an indigenous person, i, and most of my people are in support of palestinians everywhere. natives have been there since the beginning,
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lips purse and shift in internal thinking , tension visible and prominent in beauty–marked skin over throat and collarbones.
it wasn’t anger placed here , no. never. but the dead was speaking to her ;
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that was her punishment. the lashing along knuckle to urge her to let go ; the kick to her flank to knock her down off the ledge she clung to.
leon scoffs , shaking his head. untrimmed hair sways , and lips part to speak ——
im a chronic tweet liker so i hope when i like your tweets you all just imagine leon s kennedy standing like 7 or so feet away half–hiding behind a wall and staring at you whilst occasionally going 😐🫶
ive said this on this account before i think but i'll reiterate; thank u everyone for u patience across all my accounts when it comes to replies and whatnot. my health is very up and down mentally&physically so there's days where i can get to 10 long
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a reserved , quieted shudder admits something personal , something shared : a déjà vu. a ‘ it’s happening again. please don’t let it happen again. ’
it trivializes inside her , that debate once more. lips purse. does carlos need protecting ?
colonialism in its entirety so no one else may have to suffer through or experience the hundreds of years grip that colonization has on you.
i may be a writer, but i am native first and always. i live to continue my grandmother's words and fight
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shuffle of feet is enough to say neither of them have decided yet. he’s been housed with two beasts —— teeth slathered with drool and lips curled over them to pretend they’re not. again ; she settles that maybe this is equity.
always, in support of abolishing colonialism everywhere. this is a topic that hits incredibly close to home to me, as an indig youth still watching the crumbling after affects that geno* and colonialism have had on my people hundreds of years later.
i pray only that after 🍉 has been freed, that the lasting aftermath does not drag them down as much as it has my own people. i pray only that they are able to thrive and rebuild, and smile and live on in the world's first steps towards abolishing
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lips don’t know how to place themselves beyond something of a softened scowl. hand pauses where it sat , towel walling between contact where luis’ tresses have an attempt made to neaten them.
in the midst of everything going on in here (RE verse) i just want to provide a little update on my personal wellbeing. 🙂
leon is NOT going anywhere. i have no plans to be inactive here for very long, and i will be back very soon.
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“ can’t imagine i left such a bad impression that you’d fake your death just to get outta seein’ me. ” lips purse and curl , another huffy little exhale shaken to plaster over that crack of vulnerability. leon’s hands drop ,
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leon pushes forward : no need to check behind. not in this day & age.
“ hunnigan. ” lips pout & purse as leon shakes off what remained. a nod to his companion–lover as back is pressed flush to door. “ i’ve got a ... tag along.
all newcomers to mtildaed doom leon s. kennedy twitter account are gonna have to learn the lore of why he uses she/he pronouns, is the adoptive motherfatherbrother of heather mason & sherry birkin, why she has a cat named beef iceland stroganoff and why
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it’d be like she was never even gone.
she needed space to think. a distance to fight frustration that permanently boiled & brimmed , pursing lips over teeth that may otherwise bite the hand that both choked & fed.
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i have never seen this man in my life. he’s crazy don’t listen to anything he says and if you see him you should call the police immediately so they can return him to the ward
also let me be very clear i won't ship with like 80% of the resident evil women on leon sorry. nothing to do with sexuality preference or anything its just most of the canon relationships are familial or platonic to me
going from an era in the verse where my muse was misgendered so frequently that i was pushed to DA to an era where it's just widely accepted as canon that my muse is a girl is so funny to me
while we're here and nearing her birthday i just want to publicly announce how much i cherish mae. like it is such a blessing to have a sibling like her and i dont know how i got so lucky. she's so amazing, intelligent, kind, and sweet.
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he pushes himself up from the little lounge he had at her grievance , following suit.
arms cross as he settles in the bathroom doorway , against the frame.
“ you should have just taken the water. want me to hold your hair back ? ”
for the record, leon HAS replaced the coffee maker and bought a brand new one. its in the kitchen right next to the old one. she uses it. but heather INSISTED on keeping the demon maker too so it has yet to be thrown out
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if you lie to my face and say the killer isn’t coming to me to which said killer WALKS AROUND THE CORNER AND JUMPS ME i pray something terrible happens to your mother