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FOUR ARTWORKS THAT REPRESENT YOUR MUSE

1. HUMAN FRAGILITY // Salvator Rosa. 2. YOUNG LADY IN WHITE // Walter Ernest Webster. 3. THE CLIFF OF DEATH // Lajos Gulácsy. 4. LAMENT FOR ICARUS // Herbert James Draper.

Tagged by: @poorshot, thank you!

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practicalal

as the hellish year of 2017 comes to a close, i wanted to take this time to thank you all for making the experience here that much better. it’s insane to think that this blog came into being a little over five years ago. no matter what anyone will say about the community, it has allowed me the chance to meet many beautiful and talented souls who all come together to share in the craft of writing. whether you play a canon or an original character, your dedication and creativity is not only inspiring, but allows for me to smile and escape from harsh reality. even if temporarily, i cherish it all the same. some of you have seen me at my worst, and for that, i will never not feel remorse. to those that have departed, your memories remain, the good and the bad, and all have shaped me and continue to shape me into becoming the person i wish to become – i wish you all success and luck in your future endeavors.

to those that have stayed from the beginning and to the new, may this coming year bring you all the health and prosperity you all deserve. we are all human beings behind the screen, people enduring hardships of all kinds looking to make it in this world, and that for many this place is our only form of escape – i support creativity as a constructive and healthy outlet for anger and sorrow. i hope that in 2018 we are all more considerate to one another as fellow human beings and that we do not take friendships made here for granted. here’s to another year, my friends.

a special thanks to: alice/@weskher, lauren/@coileds, j/@brillentyrann, cally/@allwaltend, claudia/@ironarmored, dan/@fightfearsurvivalist, cj/@deaththeimmortal + ashlie/@triplestrain, abs/@armedwithaflashlight, desii/@crueleyes, john/@poorshot, nicki/@solauctor, priz/@uchitoru, jaime/@iinfest, bunny/@aetla, gabby/@mammaterasu, kiwi/@dolcexmare + hannah/@impxvidus, kathy/@nigellecter, m/@greysistance, chris/@youmaythinkyouknowme and bishop/@needanswers + rook/@boywonderish for being incredible supports, for listening and giving me the strength to get back up when things get low, and for being some of the most incredible people and writers i have ever seen in this community. thank you, guys. anyone would be lucky to have you as friends and partners.

people i heavily admire: @bauchief, @traumnas, @adnihilatus, @shindera, @thuashdore, @numinousdread, @baewind, @verbotii, @ilmortale, @exvro + @6thcourier, @xaedificare, @bandortalah , @blackpanthcr, @alghul, @talentforlying, @xprodigium, @eyesofwater, @ulmash, @ardenssolis, @paradiseburnt, @inartibus, @moranument, @tokillabarton, @hauntsboy, @praecher, @astralord, @snowinabottle, @solauctor, @drakkina, @sacrosanctbijou, @seamonstress, @cigydd, @rokovoya, @tordenvaer, @herbounty, @fteroboros, @hraunwyf, @unstableempathy.

#♕|GIFT|#[ And I'm just saving this here. Thank you so very much for this & being here in general ]#[ You're an absolute Darling & I hope that you have the very best for the coming year! You deserve it; everything else and more! ]

The Trial by Franz Kafka (Muir translation).

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.

Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some others of your own.

NAME. (REDACTED: Alexandrie Dušková). Dr. Alexandria (Alex) Wesker. AGE. 57, appears younger than her age due to Progenitor Virus induction (1998). SPECIES. Human (prior to 2011) / High Tier bio-organic weapon / tyrant-type of Progenitor/T-Phobos/Uroboros Virus lines. GENDER. Cis-Female. ORIENTATION. Demisexual & Demiromantic. INTERESTS. Reading, classical music, piano, computer sciences, bio-engineering & biochemistry. PROFESSION. C.O.O. of the Umbrella Corporation (Umbrella II / ‘reborn’ Umbrella). Former Intelligence Division officer, Chief Scientist of a multitude of projects (including, but not limited to the Wesker, Red Queen and Immortality Projects) for the original Umbrella. (Please check dossier for full employment history). BODY TYPE. Petite, fit / svelte. EYES. Pre-mutation: Blue with gold Central Heterochromia Iridum. Post Mutation: Red with gold Central Heterochromia Iridum, which overall (including sclera) may present vivid bioluminescent emissions ranging from amber to a near reddish-orange depending on emotional state influencing balance of viridae. HAIR. Sandy blonde. SKIN. Incredibly pallid, soft and temperature varies depending on the time period (due to health). FACE. Oval/Diamond type face, prominent cheekbones, small but slightly curved nose, full-lips with a perfect supraorbital ridge and brows. HEIGHT. 5′6″ (173cm). COMPANIONS. Mostly solitary. Verse and timeline-dependant. ANTAGONISTS. Verse and timeline-dependant. COLORS. White, gold and blue. FRUITS. Blueberries, strawberries, apples & plums. DRINKS. Tea (earl grey), coffee (roasted only, not freeze dried), almond-milk based milkshakes and/or fruit based drinks. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? Whiskey, wine (either, preference for reds), scotch, vodka & gin. SMOKES? Occasionally, and generally only socially. DRUGS? Not overly included due to past medical history. DRIVERS LICENSE? Held, but rarely used with a preference for walking.

TAGGED BY: @urobouros - thank you! ♥

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DEAR KNIGHT:

“Ma’am. The files you requested are on your desk.” He resisted the urge to rub the exhaustion from his eyes —- it was another late night at the office in a series of such and Aditya had yet to attain some rest. But of course, he would never complain. It was not in his nature to given his past occupation; as it stood, he’d done his homework and knew very well what he would be getting himself into joining the company in a state of infancy. There was much to do prior to the establishment officially opening to public trade. Proper work had to be put in to achieve something as visionary as the name of Umbrella, in the end, and he had made it his personal goal to be of assistance wherever possible.

@weskher

Ah, that voice!

Whilst Alex had been in the midst a brief round of her the division, as she was in wont of observing the staff, hearing that as she passed by certainly brought her svelte form entirely to a halt. Directly in front of his work-space. Her form swayed, to favor one leg to balance whilst she raised her notebook, sharply crossing off one line from her order of business for the day.

“One thing down, so much more still to do,” she quietly mused as she snapped the notebook shut, transferring it to her less dominant hand. The corners of her lips twitched into a smile. “Well, I must say that it’s a pleasant surprise to see just how efficient, dedicated you are to both your work and, the company. Particularly as it isn’t as though you were married to it, but you do still seem to be giving it your all. However with that said… you look a bit tired, if you haven’t taken some time to rest then you probably should, Adi.”

“Oh,” she uttered with the slightest click of her tongue. The tone of her voice was undeniably mischievous. Alex rested slightly on the corner of his desk, before her hand sought the side of him closest to her, and her slender fingers curled over what she could grasp of his upper arm. She idled for the briefest of moments, before giving a gentle stroke as she finally released her grasp. “I just realized that I never asked if it was fine to call you that. Perhaps it’s a little too familiar; do you think you can forgive me for being... presumptuous?”

#consumnate

jigglypuffsvevo

she wants the d(eath)

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' Would you do anything for me, Alexandria? '

“Albert…If you were to ask me to tear out my eyes, or even my heart,I would,”her tone absolutely firm and without hesitation. The corners of herlips twitched into a faint smile, for this was a truthshe would not refrain from sharing.

“Afterall, some things can serve a purpose of being torn out. Thesame can be said of existence in general needing to have had acertain amount of sufferingtoo.”

#urobouros #[ I can't believe this ]#[ there is.... no end to what she will do..... ]#[ even if she was heartbroken by it. . . ]

fuckyeahsilenthillmusic

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Now We’re Free - Silent Hill Book Of Memories

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DARLING.

SHE MAY REST IN THE COLD OF HIM for she had never faulted him for the three deaths, she knew it to be a necessary and resident evil to ensure the hands they would continue to play would be the winning ones. Gloved fingers skirted the side of her soft, rounded cheek, along the bone and down to her jaw, her neck, the susurrus of his pleasure leaving his lips ( not an exhale, but an imitation of one; there was no water vapor to be condensed by the frigidity, leaving…nothingness. )

“You remember more than I do, Alex, even the smallest memory, of this place…the project’s conditioning was more effective on my mind than your own, in the end.” Admitting to a tragedy in a voice that held no inflection portraying any form of sadness, no anger, no bitterness. Once again, the man she loved – from the moment he had chosen to give her his own meager scraps of food in their holding cells, chained – stood as a void. “To replace that memory with a replica that includes my person – I find myself charmed.”

Freedom always came at a price. And he had paid for his with the loss of his soul.

She gave a faint, but pleased hum of acknowledgement. Light as his words (and touch) had been, it certainly continued to fuel her (near constant) sense of yearning and to encourage her to act on it. Her grasp upon his arm loosened, all to run a hand up and over his familiar physique. In an intentionally languid motion, she brought her form closer to his. For she had oft longed to easily rake her slender fingers through the soft locks of his hair, to entwine their forms and to absolutely have him here within a certain sense of solitude.

“As much as I would like to give into the enthrall of the moment, I feel that it’s much more fitting to call this a refinement of it.” She came to a pause, intentionally biting her tongue as she felt the undeniable heat of the engineered ichor stirring. Uncontrollable, entirely influenced by her emotions; an amber-coloured luminescence escaped from the edges of her eyes.

“Regardless of the forced metamorphosis of the Project, you were always kind. Too kind to me, in fact, Albert, that is how you became akin to Gregor. That is why I wanted to share a memory that existed before, and now after it all. You see, it’s my turn now to try and give you all that you want.”

#urobouros #[LISTEN. SHE FEELS SO MUCH]#[IT'S ALWAYS GOING TO EXPOSE HER.]

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Die Freuden dieses Lebens sind nicht die seinen, sondern unsere Angst vor dem Aufsteigen in ein höheres Leben; die Qualen dieses Lebens sind nicht die seinen, sondern unsere Selbstqual wegen jener Angst.

Franz Kafka (Die Zürauer Aphorismen).

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SHAKESPEARE AESTHETICS.

MACBETH :

the howl of wolves. moonless nights. dirt under fingernails. stained silk. chattering teeth. voices hoarse and cracked. rotting fruit. echoing drums. dry heaving. hanging cobwebs. stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes. the roughness of rusted steel. wild rosebushes. muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM :

crackling fires. ivy crawling on stone. the faint music of running water. petrichor. dirty, bare feet. tattered clothing. thistledown. wilted wildflower crowns. late evening birdsong. curling leaves.a symphony of croaking frogs. drifting feathers. the eerie sound of windchimes at night. humming bees. beds of clover.

ROMEO & JULIET :

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes. crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry. embroidered satin. cool, hazy mornings. tousled hair. rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras. unfinished marble statues. cobblestone streets. loose threads. ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers. dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

HAMLET :

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons. unanswered knocks on doors. lingering dampness.white noise. inexplicable drafts. migraines. bleeding ears. the taste of metal. reflected mirrors. dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper. fogged windows. memories of dreams. tarnished silver. protruding veins.

TAGGED BY: @urobouros, thank you very much! TAGGING: Anyone that would like to do this.

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angelrinisadork

When ooc headcanons for your favorite characters are popular

#[WOW & WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN?!]#[Let's totally ignore that Alex's complete theme and tone overall has been changed]#[Let's totally cut out that she is basically called a goddess or holy lady because OH NO RELIGIOUS REFERENCES!!!]#[And yet let's just slap in there that she wants to do the stereotypical I WANNA BE A GOD & RULE BULLSHIT BECAUSE FUCK IT THAT'LL DO]#[LET'S TOTALLY IGNORE THAT SHE HAS GUILT PROBLEMS & IS SUICIDAL BECAUSE SHE FEELS AT FAULT & REGRETS --EVERYTHING-- ]#[Not to fucking mention cut out the fact that there's supposed to be massive neutral ground in REV2 with characters feeling BAD FOR ALEX]#[Oh yeah she's 100% a cold-hearted and emotionless bitch when she's literally talking about not understanding a CERTAIN PERSON'S FEELINGS]#[Let's play through the entire game & raid mode to connect the dots that she's hellbent on the metamorphosis]#[BECAUSE SHE EQUATES GREGOR SAMSA WITH ALBERT - THE GIVE AND TAKE BETWEEN THE SAMSAS]#[AND THAT SHE DIDN'T OBSERVE HIS FEELINGS PROPERLY & EFFECTIVELY ABANDONED HIM OR SO SHE FEELS GUILT FOR]#[because why the hell not just take punishment into her own hands when she's already terminally fucking ill and riddled with guilt]#[let's also totally ignore that on the Barry & Natalia side that the true problem is not with Natalia but the ALEX COPIED TO NATALIA]#[WHO FOR A FUCKING BONUS ROUND ENDS UP BEING THERE FOR THE BAD ENDING AND LET'S NOT FORGET]#[AFTER ALL OF THIS SHIT - ALEX STILL FUCKING SURVIVED & IT LOOKS LIKE SHE DID THE OTHER STUFF SHE WAS INTENDING TO DO TOO.]#[BECAUSE HEY LET'S FORGET THE FACT SHE LED THE WESKER PROJECT IN THE 90S #ON TOP OF HER KODOKU PROJECT & THE GREGOR PROJECT BUT NO SHE'S TOTALLY GOT NO RELEVANCE AT ALL LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?]#[REV2 AND ALL THE CUT CONTENT MAKES ME SO FUCKING MAD]#[AND I CAN'T FORGET ALL THE LOCALIZATION FUCKERY BECAUSE WOW WE APPARENTLY CAN'T HAVE A COMPLEX & EMOTIONAL ANTAGONIST LMFAO]#[AND OF COURSE ALL OF THIS SHIT FUELS THE COLD HEARTED BITCH THING I SEE OF HER IN THE FANDOM]#[SHE HAS A LOT OF EMOTION FOR CERTAIN THINGS SO IT MAKES ME VERY TIRED & ANGRY]#[like seriously seeing this and seeing some her getting shipped with fuckface fisher like LMFAO are you serious?]#[SHE WOULDN'T TOUCH HIM WITH A 100 FOOT POLE CONSIDERING HE WAS TRYING TO STEAL FROM HER TO DO THE GODHOOD RULING BULLSHIT HIMSELF]#[BUT OH NO POSITIVE FEELS FOR ALBERT & HATING THE SHIT OUT OF SPENCER JUST ARE TOTALLY IGNORED THANKS FANDOM]#[-breathes- and I haven't even gotten started on the fact that shipping her with particular test subjects is eugh]#[LIKE AT LEAST CLAIRE FIGURED STUFF OUT AND SHOWED HER M E R C Y ]#[but hey let's ignore that claire is more understanding & that alex wasn't after her in the first place : D : D : D]

Only a lizard again made me aware of the life around me, its path led over the beetle, which was already so completely still that I said to myself, this was not an accident but death throes, the rarely witnessed drama of an animal's natural death; but when the lizard slid off the beetle, the beetle was righted although it did lie there a little longer as if dead, but then ran up the wall of the house as if nothing had happened. Somehow this probably gave me, too, a little courage.

Franz Kafka (Letters to Milena).

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