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[justocrphelp]

Headcanon A-Z

A - Advocate - How do they show their support for others? Are there any causes that they publicly support? Why? B - Boy/Girl - What is their gender? What’s their relationship with their gender? Has this changed over time? How does their gender identify relate to their gender expression? C - Caregiver - How do they give/receive care best? Do they care for everyone or just a small number of people? How do they react to someone in need? D - Director - How much do they feel the need to have control over their life? Do they spend a lot of time telling others what to do or and they more likely to be more obedient to others? E - Entrepreneur - How do they make money? Are they willing to take financial risks? How do they approach making deals with others? F - Friend - What kind of friend are they? How do they judge potential friends? Where do they draw the line between platonic and romantic relationships? How far would they go for a friend? How do they handle conflict in relationships? G - Growing - How have they changed over time? How has their self-image changed? Are they more or less of a risk-taker? Has their approach to romance changed? H - Hero - What makes someone a hero in their eyes? Who is their biggest hero in life? Why? Do they consider themselves to be heroic? I - Inventor - How creative is their thinking? Do they seek out the opinions of others or rely on their own ideas? What’s their problem solving approach? J - Joker - What’s their sense of humour like? Do they enjoy slapstick comedy? What kind of humour do they enjoy in others? K - Know It All - Are they a Know-it-All? Do they actively seek out new knowledge? How do they behave around others how have a great amount of knowledge on a topic? L - Lover - How do they show love? Do they love themselves? Do they believe that all you need is love? M - Miracle Worker - Who or what do they consider to be a miracle? Do they believe in magic? N - Navigator - What’s their sense of direction like? Do they have a set path in life that they’re planning on following? What do they do if they’re knocked off course? O - Organiser - How organised are they? Do they have any unusual organisation systems? What would cause them to be uncharacteristically (dis-)organised? P - Philosopher - Are they particularly philosophic? What do they believe is the purpose of life? Do they have any particularly strong convictions or ideologies? Q - Queen - What kind of leader are they? Are they entitled? What have they inherited from their parents? How powerful are they? Do they act superior towards others? R - Rebel - Do they follow rules, bend or break them? Do they find rebelliousness in others attractive? S - Seeker - How do they go in search of new information? Do they accept ideas on faith or do they need to test out information for themselves? T - Teacher - How often do they have to teach others? How do they go about it? How do they learn best? Do they dive in first and reflect later or study the theory of something new before putting it into practice? U - Ugly - What traits to they find unattractive in others? Do they have any of those traits themselves? V - Visionary - Do they have a plan for their future? How imaginative or creative are they? Do they have vivid dreams? W - Witness - What do they consider the best thing they have ever seen? What would they most like to see in their life? X - Xceptional - Who is the most exceptional person in their life? Are there any rules that they have notable exceptions to? What gets them excited in life? Y - Yes! - Do they believe in luck? What makes them feel lucky/grateful? Z - Zoo - What’s the favourite animal? Do they ever behave animalistically? If they were an animal, what animal would they be? Why?

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good morning God has let me live another day and I’m about to make it everybody’s problem

[alexmercerscreenshots]

[hazado]

Favourite Video Game Characters (in no particular order) → Alex Mercer, Prototype

❝What have I become? Something less than human, but also something more.❞

[viirales]

"Alex."

 “Alex...?”

The voice that speaks is not his own, far deeper even with its curious inflection, combined with all the concern he believes it should hold for a meeting like this.  Without the biological blueprint to follow, he has only outsider memories to go off and memorize, but as it happened, there were quite a few who remembered this particular guise.  News reports, soldiers transferring units - they’d provided just enough to make it possible, that he might mimic the form he needs to finally capture the attention he so desires.  And it seems he has, though now the cards are turning. 

Piers has a hunch, it seems, and for a moment, one has to wonder if something is off, something others had overlooked without so much as a second thought yet he’d had zeroed in on.  Although, it doesn’t sound as though Piers is entirely sure.  If he were, no doubt a longer string of fury would have followed.  Perhaps he wouldn’t have said a thing and merely stormed off, disappearing into the crowd and off the radar once again.  Were their positions switched, that’s how he would have reacted to such a revelation, yet here they both stand.

Apprehension, no matter how small, he can work with.

"Alright, it’s been a while...but you know damn well my name’s not Alex.”

@bsaapuppy || unprompted

[malikalsayfs]

Alex Mercer | Prototype

[reveriiea]

                         ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ  ᴍᴇ  ʟɪᴋᴇ  ᴀ

                                𝐊 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆

                     ɪ’ʟʟ  ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ  ʏᴏᴜ  ʟɪᴋᴇ  ᴀ

                              𝐐 𝐔 𝐄 𝐄 𝐍

                 ʙᴜᴛ  ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ  ᴍᴇ  ʟɪᴋᴇ  ᴀ  ɢᴀᴍᴇ

                 ɪ  ᴡɪʟʟ  ѕʜᴏᴡ  ʏᴏᴜ  ʜᴏᴡ  ɪᴛ’ѕ

                             𝐏 𝐋 𝐀 𝐘 𝐄 𝐃

[origami-assassin]

HOKAY.  Took me a week to draw this, but I am SO PROUD of how this came out :D

Alex Mercer x Jezebel

@viirales

[origami-assassin]

Alex Mercer and Jezebel.

From a thread I’m doing with @viirales <3  I’m really, REALLY happy with how this turned out.  Took about three days to draw it.

Please do NOT repost, or use without permission.

[basketcasemp3]

[viirales]

Otep - Apex Predator

Nobody move, nobody gets hurt But where's the fun in that Survival of the worst

[k-luna]

due to not wanting to, i will not. thanks.

[viirales]

Fmultiiiplicity​:

@viirales​

A SNEER FOLLOWED THE OTHER’S WORDS. There was a twitch in the albino’s nostril, then a second one, twisting his nose as the corner of his upper lip tugged and flashed a fang in what the other could assume as annoyance or disgust. Orange hues skimmed along the younger’s form as his thumb came down on the index, releasing a pop.

“I play no games, not with you - not with A N Y O N E . This was but a warning, one of which not many are lucky for.” Zed hissed, baring his teeth.

“You best H E E D it. Stay A W A Y from these parts.”

Well acquainted is he with such expressions of abhorrence, those of vexation and anger as well, thus meeting it here does little to cow an ounce of haughtiness from the look returned.  Brows merely raise beneath his hood’s shadow.  With the familiarity comes the smallest inkling of surprise, for it has been quite some time since another had the gall to threaten him - ah, warn him, rather.  It is almost refreshing.

Both hands curl lightly into themselves, hidden within the confines of his jacket pockets, shoulders rolling up into a shrug. 

“And if I don’t?” 

[viirales]

origami-assassin​:

A gasp.  Breath taken sharp and quick with eyes dancing down to the coiling biomass suddenly engulfing her wrists.  She had made a mistake.  She unleashed pent up frustration, attacked the apex predator, and now she was his prey.  Helpless as she squirmed and fought.  Arms pulling, and body wriggling atop his form with fingers clenched tight.  It was pointless.  Completely inevitable that whatever intent the virus held towards her, she could do nothing to fend it off.

Pulled in tight against him; bodies on the dirty floorboards of an old, vacated apartment.  The sway of rags dancing from drafts in the home, tattered, threatening to fall from their posts. The dust that had settled on an old bookshelf the pair never touched.  Books contained, and small ornaments, no longer pristine but reeking of decay and loss.  Even the dead plant tucked up at the top.  Its life snuffed out when its owner had become infected.

It was all clear.  Everything in detail richer now than it had ever been.  The awareness of her surroundings when confronted by Alex in such an unexpected way, leaving her breath quickened and heart pounding.  Violet eyes wide with bits of dark ebony locks fallen loose around her cheeks.

More than that was the warmth she felt from his body.  The faux human appearance he wore.  The layers of clothing that aided only in deceiving untrained eyes from suspecting the monstrosity hidden so carefully away.  She met his gaze; intense.  Rippling chills down her spine as she tried again to fight.  Each effort subsiding in strength until the soft, warm breaths from parted lips were dancing against his own.

Dilated pupils start to shrink.  Momentary surge of adrenaline subsiding with tense body relaxing against his own.  Straddling him, she was molded against him.  Slight frame resting along the cage of his faux chest, and along the biomass making up his torso.  Loosened digits linger in his grip with eyes half-lidded.  Lips trembling.  Her heart racing.

“–why..” It was unbearable how close they were.  Yet she couldn’t find the strength to break free.  Prey giving into the predator.  Held at a loss for what to do.  How to deal with the onslaught of sensations rolling through her chest, and the whole of her being.

“–why.. do you have to.. exist..”

Why.. Did she have to feel compelled to close that tiny gap.  Why did she have to feel anything?  Quivered breath.  Voice hushed, and meek.  Speaking against his own as if to pull away would shatter the very core of her existence.

He had been a constant in her life since she escaped.  A terrifying, but welcoming presence that she knew would keep her safe.  An ally that she had come to trust, and work closely together with to bring down more, and more of their enemies.

Yet – as she lay there; an insect caught in the jaw of a venus flytrap, waiting for them to close completely around her and snuff out her life, she felt.. no fear.. No ill intent, or urge to try to harm him for invading so heavily into her personal space.

She felt.. safe..  Her muscles loosened as soft breaths tickle against his lips.  So.. unbearably close..  A weak pull of air.  Soft, yet told so much of her state.  Giving in.  Letting go.  A whisper barely audible.  Breathy.

“…I can’t.. stay away..”

Ever so sweet it is to be right yet again.  The admission settles between them,  and while there may have been some jest in his words, he's finding none in hers; not at the surface, at least.  Teasing between them, to a third party might pass as sincerity, but for them, such things had become clear as day.  There was no masking things anymore, thus he takes every last word at face value.  Can’t stay away - in a way, perhaps it was projection on his part, for he too felt a certain draw to his companion.  Something in this woman kept him coming back, made him want to stay by her side.  In that, they are the same, it seems.

The struggle atop him is one familiar, one that sparks the interest of the ever-gnawing instinct to engulf and consume; a pressing need, an insistent urge to allow biomass to climb her arms, ensnare her body and draw it into himself.  He could give in with minimal effort.  It feels so good  when he does, before the flood of memories began pouring through his mind, but with Jezebel, it is an urge thwarted just as easily.  A glance above is all it takes, one meeting with those vivid violet eyes.  Some things are too precious to destroy.

He waits for her struggles to subside, the moment muscles relent and let her lie against him unhindered, the weight of her slighter frame resting upon the packed mass that shapes his torso.  In that moment, it seems a message had finally taken root.  In their position - in all things, he holds that power.  At any moment, he can infect, kill, consume all on a whim.  He could maim or crush without second thought, but though he could does not mean he would.  So many chances had he to do each and every one of those things over the course of their time together, and yet he refused, as he always would.  An unspoken promise, as it were, that harm befalling her would never come from him, intentional or otherwise. One word from her and he would release his hold, no questions asked. 

By now, he hopes she knows that.

Biomass holds but a beat longer and slowly dissipates, giving way to hands closing the space they had spanned.  Fingers of one hand close around her wrists, the other trailing up her arm, to the shoulder and over, until his feverish touch ghosts along the side of her neck.

Neither can I.  The confession is there on his tongue, begging to come to word, bitten back by sheer stubborn will.  Strange; once upon a time, such devotion was a result of physical attraction, with an emotional tie playing second fiddle if and when it arose in the aftermath.  Now, he's finding the roles have switched.  She is a constant companion, someone he has come to trust in a world turned against him; a faithful presence at his side,  watching his back, and though a large part of him knows he does not necessarily need it, it's no less touching.    It's no less fitting.  As she once said, they were an unstoppable duo; dangerous when apart, lethal together.  If all that together was not reason enough to keep him coming back, nothing would be.

To that comes a low hum, his head tipped ever so slightly to one side, aligning his mouth with her parted lips. 

"Good," comes a gravelly murmur on the puff of breath shared between them.  "'Cause if you think I'd let you get away that easy, you haven't been paying attention."

A moment's pause, hesitation and question all in one.  It had been quite some time since he'd been in a situation even remotely similar, back when Doctor Mercer had his rows with Karen, but the opportunity is there, blatant and ready for the taking.  The memory is there, almost instinct as a means to solidify the claim he'd spoken.  Such a…human instinct.  What little space remains between them is quickly closed; eyes shut, fingers finding their way into long locks, and lips sealed to one another.  

[viirales]

THE MUSE'S RED FLAG

emotionally unsensitive/unavailible

youre numb lol. youre not a very sympathetic person

Tagged by:  @origami-assassin​ [ thank you!!! ]

Tagging:  @multiiiplicity​ (for Zed), @spardas-last-braincell​, @greatforcesofnature​, @mk19s​, @ all y’all tbh??

[viirales]

So, it should go without saying but I'm gonna say it anyway: as a general rule, we absolutely do not acknowledge Prototype 2 on this blog. That said, there is one aspect of it that I could have easily gotten behind if it were presented with any sort of competency.

I actually 110% support Alex becoming a villain.  I even support his motivations as shown in the game that shall not be mentioned again.  However, one of the many reasons I hate that game and do not acknowledge it is because it was presented poorly.  They could have done so better with pretty much every character, if we're being entirely honest, but I'm solely talking about Alex.  His descent to the point of villainy could have been shown and handled so much better.  And that's what we're going to try to do on this blog.  As I said, I support the transition from anti-hero to antagonist, as well as his motivations and ultimate goals. 

And here's why:

We learned in the first game that Alex has become the Blacklight virus.  The virus had rewritten his DNA and made him into the creature that he is now, which is essentially a sentient virus.  At the beginning, when he was first changed, there were still some details the virus needed to work out, so to speak, meaning it still had bit of work to do when it came to rewriting his genetic code and wiping all aspects of humanity away.  When he first starts out, it is very obviously still with a human mindset, to some degree, as he wants to fix what he caused and get some revenge on the people who made him what he is.  Both are very human motivations, so some aspects of his human mind were still intact. 

However, as time goes on, the virus begins to get stronger within his body.  It starts taking on different aspects and abilities, and we can absolutely take that to mean that it's getting a deeper hold on him.  The Blacklight virus is very powerful and undoubtedly is able to mutate as needed, so even if it were having issues rewriting pieces of his mind that make him human, eventually it would warp and twist and figure out a way to make it happen, therefore, we would end up with an Alex that was more virus than man in all aspects of the phrase.

Now what does a virus do?

A virus's sole prerogative is to spread.  A virus wants only to infect its hosts and spread itself as far as it possibly can go. They don't eat, don't strive for great things, don't rest.  They may go dormant at times, but they don't just disappear.  Eventually, they will come back and do whatever they need to do to accomplish their goals which is to spread and infect and destroy.  Think about the common cold; how it may lay dormant for a while only to pop up out of nowhere and, if the person experiencing symptoms happens to venture a little too close to someone else (or someone else comes into contact with infected body fluids), they'll end up getting it as well.  And so will the next person, and the next, and the next…it's a chain caused by this little virus, and yes, it will eventually run its course and go dormant again, but it will only do so after it did its thing and infected a host.  It spreads, infects others, and the cycle continues.

Do we see where I'm going with this?  I hope so because I feel like I've rambled this far.

The goal of "giving humanity a second chance" and creating the evolved is doing exactly what a virus should do, as the method Alex presents is spreading the infection..  It's infecting as many hosts as it possibly can, and in turn, they may do the same thing.  With Alex being a sentient virus, he of course is able to go to more extreme measures than a little clump of RNA that forces its way into cells, so he can do things like corrupt Whitelight supplies (which would put a stop to his ultimate goal of spreading), place his Evolved where they need to be to cause the most damage when the time is right, and he'll view his every step as doing something good for the sake of humanity, because a virus knows only one thing, and that one thing is the best and only viable option. 

He would be hell-bent achieving that goal,and he would absolutely not allow anything to get in the way of it. Anything or anyone that tried would surely get a very violent reaction.  Some viruses defend themselves when the immune system is trying to stop the spread of the infection, and if someone were to step up and try to stop him he would do the same.  So, that part Prototype 2 got right at least. 

1 out of 230395823047298273 ain't…bad….?

…..anyway.

To me, that makes much more sense then "oh he is evil now" (yes I know the sudden change was supposedly addressed in the comics, but the reasons behind it still made no sense to me, for one, and for another the comic is resting comfortably in the giant dumpster fire next to Prototype 2 so don't even talk to me about it - plus not everyone reads comics, so if you're not a comic reader the change would have been even more abrupt), so if I ever write full-blown, villainous Alex - which, by the way, I am totally down and excited for; from beginning to end, tbh - this is the concept I'll be working with.  I will even acknowledge certain events that occurred within Prototype , as long as they pertain to this concept, such as corrupting white light stores, creating the Evolved, infiltrating Gentek and Blackwatch, and so forth.

TL/DR: Alex could be the villain simply by behaving like the virus he is, and actually showing the change from relatively human thinking to virus instinct would have made him 3300000x better AS said villain.

I really hope this made sense.  I'm running on like seven cups of coffee and a fifteen-minute nap, so here I am just,,,prayin', lmao.

[viirales]

origami-assassin​:

@viirales​ said: “Your guy’s on the move.”  With his voice comes approaching footsteps, a soft shuffle across the rooftop until he fills the vacant space at her side.  He leans against the safety ledge, resting on elbows; the same tense expression on his face…entirely visible, as now he lacks his trademark hood, leaving hair, eyes, and the expanse of his face free of obstructing shadow.  A rare moment indeed, yet he thinks little of it in his current company.  "Want me to take this one?“ 

She hadn’t looked.  Eyes fixed forward to drink in the unraveling situation in the distance.  It’s when she does, however, that she pauses momentarily.  Violet orbs floating across the curls of hair and the exposed visage with a momentary.. blink.. Feeling her cheeks become slightly warm.

This was wholly inappropriate for the moment. She was moving a step closer, arm brushing across his back with a whisper, “Of course not.”  Jezebel confirmed her interest in continuing, “I want us to finish this.”  Grip curling light around the faux fabric manifested by his virus created form.

If he allowed it, she would seat herself against his back with legs pinching around his hips, and arms around the top of his shoulders.  The strange mask drawn down to conceal her visage with weapons in easy access, hung along her hip and from straps on her thighs.

There’s a moment when her breath may tickle his ear.  A hidden.. something… dragging the edges of her lips up just slightly.  She liked it.  Liked the look.  Enjoyed this opportunity - however brief it may be.  It just wasn’t in her to remark on it.  Maybe he could tell in his own way.  Sense it in the subtle motions of her form.  The way her head rested on his shoulder briefly as she readied for the next step in catching their target.

It was… nice… this feeling.  Perhaps its worth feeling it for once.  Not hindering what she experienced.  Lose focus for a split second.  Embrace the flutter in her chest.  Foolish as it may be, it reminded her that she was still human.. even if the one that stirred it, was not.

Voices permeate the city's ambiance, orders shouted in desperation to gather troops, transport, and the VIP currently under watchful eye.  Down below, the vibrant silhouette flares, outshining the counterparts bustling nearby as it paced, spoke with anxious animation to soldiers passing by, only to relent and return to position between armed guards, well out of the way until it was time to move.  By the look of things, and the way their target obeyed the order to step aside without complaint, that time was practically upon them.  Thanks to the delightful memories shared by a certain officer, he knows exactly where the little convoy is heading, and he intends to reach that point well before they do, so his companion has at least some time to scout the area. 

Maybe dismantle a sensor or two while she's at it to clear a path for him, so she's not having all the fun.

That in mind, the rare appearance of relative relaxation fades.  Biomass twists and coils, covering his vulnerability with the hood familiar to him, all with practiced ease, in preparation for their descent.   Never does he look away from the scene playing out down below, though intensity does waver with her touch.  Split is his focus between observation and listening to the reply he had come to expect.  Of course Jez did not want him taking care of this on his own.  They're a team in this - a rather formidable one, at that - with each having something to gain from every target under their radar.  Even so, it never hurts to ask.

The virus knows the question without a single spoken word.  It would not be the first time - not that he makes a habit of carrying anyone around, but as he's found, there is some practicality to it.  He's faster, stronger, and entirely lacking the hindrance of exhaustion that would eventually plague his counterpart, and when time is of the essence, no one has time to wait around while others struggled to catch up.

"Yeah, me too.  I’m sick of hearin’ this guy’s name." 

Her head to his shoulder is the cue to let her into position, unmoving at the surface while she settled in.  Beneath her biomass pulses at his shoulders and hips, ready and waiting.  An extra precaution, that is; assuming even the strongest human could effectively cling all on their own is hardly wise.  Momentum and jarring movements would take their toll, no doubt.  Were it anyone else with him – well, truth be told, they wouldn't be in this situation in the first place, as he wasn't keen on allowing anyone else this opportunity, and he especially would not take care he was now in regards to their safety.   Couldn't hang on?  Not his problem - unless, of course, the person in question is Jezebel.

Funny how that works.

                   “ --- ---- -- ready?”