genomed

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bg3 sienna hand in marriage, i beg

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her fingers reach for the wine glass resting in front of her, choosing to take a long sip before responding. not the answer she was quite looking for. "got it. no killin'." yet. sienna can read the look spread across olivia's face— she's as open as a book. (at least to her. and by her eyes, she's probably thinking she's got sienna on a tight leash.) to everyone else in the establishment, not a batting eye would take her for another other than a doe. fresh faced with a warm smile. sienna can appreciate it; hiding in plain sight with an ace up her sleeve. she can even respect it.

the corners of her lips tug into a half-hearted smile, one a bitch gives its owner before dinner is set in front of them. by her luck, the waiter brings their lunch out just on time. brown irises moving down to observe the salmon fillet put in front of her, a lightbulb of curiosity flips on. "whatcha think is gonna' happen? ye think they're gonna fuck ya over or actually do their damn jobs?"

i can kill them for you. it'll be alright. / @genomed

" you're sweet , " her laugh is a warm hum.

a slip of sound half muffled in the nest of her palm, eyes drifting to the afternoon foot traffic cluttering their window. street sounds dulled by the glass. neatly tucked into the pleasant buzz of the restaurant. scattered conversation. the clink of cutware. " but no. not yet. " she plucks at each word. as if in after thought.

" i want to see what will happen. " there are certain shortcomings, olivia has decided, in the presumption of being known. tiny, treacherous, little messages tucked away in the curve of her grin. nesting in the corner of her eyes. unheard but sienna knew, well enough, where to look. how to prod.

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[ YES , THE WORLD IS HEADED FOR DESTRUCTION . IS IT A NUCLEAR WAR — WHAT ARE YOU ASKING FOR ? ]

#YNGAI . an independent , private & selective roleplay blog for ADA WONG of capcom's resident evil . canon-compliant . written by nadiya .

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plotting call!!

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MILLENNIUM MAMBO (2001) dir. HOU HSIAO-HSISEN

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@clownite said: you’ve been terribly rude. what’s to be done about that?

this is a story that's been written before— two peas in a messed up pod. it always begins the same: girl meets girl, girl falls in love with girl, one winds up dead or in prison as the other is left to sob. they've already been through those stages, though. instead, they now enter the second act of the story: girl and girl take over the world. (girl and girl become the gods of the new world they're building, removing anyone or anything in their path.)

brown irises remain fixed on the 110, sienna's lit cigarette dangling out of the driver side window. the speed is enough to ash it before she brings it back up to her lips, a quick drag taken. “if being rude's a crime, guess i'm guilty as charged!” a sly, teasing glance is cast in the blonde's direction, teeth showcased by a grin as translucent smoke billows from between her lips. sienna enjoys the time she shares with harley; it's a dance on the edge of danger she's far too familiar with. but sometimes, the predator enjoys being the prey. (waiting for the right person to come scoop their heart up and take a nice bite out of it.) “but, being in trouble with ya? it's got its appeal.”

if this car were to crash within the next minute, sienna swears she would die happily. the happiest she's ever been. it's the first time she could ever say. (for a moment, she contemplates swerving the car into the guardrail on their right. pros > they die happy, cons > they die. she'll save that idea for another day.) gaze reverting back to the open road, the grin doesn't falter from her lips— it only grows in size. a final inhale is taken of her cigarette before it's tossed out of the window, a burst of ember hitting the asphalt behind them.

“punishment's gotta fit the crime, right?” left hand gripping the steering wheel, her right slithers to harley's thigh— a gentle squeeze to the flesh.

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whatever didn't kill me turned me into this

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rick's able to see right through her, as if she was built entirely out of glass. sienna applauds him for it— not many can come that far. a wolf in sheep's clothing, her fangs are typically masqueraded by a twisted grin. teeth bearing just enough for the apples of her cheeks to blossom, steering away any sense of unease. his tired eyes speak their own story, though, just as hers do. (and a glance down at his hands, noting the dried blood beneath the fingernails, battered knuckles. she peeks her at own— the same.) with that, sienna laughs, shoulders raising in a meek shrug as her hands shove themselves into the pockets of her jeans. “haven't decided yet.” and it's a truthful statement. she isn't one for alliances or friends. any friends she's had have been torn apart by the teeth of the undead. or her own.

“what do y'all offer in terms of health insurance? got this ugly sonuvabitch—” sienna lifts the hem of her black tank top, the stark contrast between fabric and her skin strikingly apparently. the wound, nestled just below her ribcage, was a grotesque masterpiece of infection. angry reds and purples colliding around the jagged edges of torn flesh, a sickly yellow pus oozing from the epicenter. the foul stench of flesh decay and iron tang of blood causes her nose to wrinkle before she huffs. “might be willin' to play nice if ya' got a doc.”

@libertycities / sienna said: oh, i’m no innocent. but evil? you tell me.

“you want the god-honest truth?”     in a world such as theirs, honesty had become a privilege, a luxury that few could afford…   and even then, rick grimes made sure that he could say it how he meant it, without a hitch, and without any sort of smokescreen hiding the true intent of his words.   there was no need to lie, not about this, not when the outcome was hardly going to be favorable.   sienna was a wild-card, at least to him, so, weighing his words, rick shifts his weight from one foot to the other, resting his palm atop the gun holstered at his side.     “i think yer’ not here to be best pals with noone, especially someone like me…   hell, from the look n’ your eyes, y’probably hate me on principle.”     brows furrow, head tilts to one side, upper lip quivers in an attempt at biting back the poison that was threatening to spill from his lips.

“but i don’t care.   i don’t.   ‘s long as you respect the boundaries we set, i’ll give you my word that i’ll make sure my group respects yours.”     good, evil, these were all things that had lost meaning a long time ago…   survival had taken ahold of morality, skewered it to a point of no return.   men like him and her returned to the basic instinctual need to survive against all odds, to thrive where nothing blossomed.   even if it meant forming shaky alliances, such as this one.     “now, are you with us?”

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@lambshriek said: i was curious what would happen.

“have ya ever heard of the saying: curiosity killed the cat before?” she would know. she's plunged the knife straight through its chest before. and the way she feels clarice's eyes boring into her skull, sienna surmises she may have to do it again. not right now. her lab has seen far more than its recommended blood dosage for the year, but if the cat sticks its nose someplace it shouldn't, the knife may have to come back out.

there's both invitation and threat in sienna's smile, hands resting themselves flatly against the workstation she leans against. her right brow raises, “agent starling, i'm gonna speak frankly since yer in my lab.” hickory eyes settle gazing into the others muted blue ones, her tongue clicking at the top of her mouth a singular time. “something tells me if you were actually curious, you woulda' sent me an email, maybe called, something. but instead— yer here. and i know yer not here to ask how a spectrophotometry works.”

this isn't satisfying. what would be satisfying is walking over to her purse, retrieving her switchblade, and watching all the blood drain from clarice's pale throat. her eyes linger on the spot she'd like to slice far too long. (too long for a predator trying to catch their prey. you'll scare her off.) clearing her own throat, sienna tilts her head to the side. this time, she allows her own expression to become painted in curiosity. irony at its finest.

“so... why are ya here?”

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NOW SHOWING GENOMED IN SELECT THEATERS! “ OUR WORST BEHAVIORS, ONES WE CONDEMN & PUNISH, ARE THE PRODUCTS OF OUR BIOLOGY. BUT DON'T FORGET THAT SAME APPLIES TO OUR BEST BEHAVIORS. ” ( . . . ) even murder.

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NBC’s HANNIBAL SEASON ONE SENTENCE STARTERS

❛ Everyone has thought about killing someone, one way or another. ❜

❛ I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. ❜

❛ Don’t psychoanalyze me. You won’t like me when I’m psychoanalyzed. ❜

❛ I don’t find you that interesting. ❜

❛ Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought something back. ❜

❛ You’ve been terribly rude. What’s to be done about that? ❜

❛ Did you really feel so bad because killing him felt so good? ❜

❛ Killing must feel good to God, too… He does it all the time, and are we not created in His image? ❜

❛ It isn’t very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living. ❜

❛ So killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad? ❜

❛ You beginning to appreciate my lack of sympathy? ❜

❛ Abandonment requires expectation. ❜

❛ Passion’s good. Gets blood pumping. ❜

❛ Human emotions are a gift from our animal ancestors. Cruelty is a gift humanity has given itself. ❜

❛ It’s getting harder and harder to make myself look. ❜

❛ It’s a really very dull story, though, isn’t it? The ending is always the same, and that same is that it ends. ❜

❛ I didn’t count on changing as much as I did. ❜

❛ I can give you the majesty of your becoming. ❜

❛ The effect I was hoping to have was her death. Mission accomplished. ❜

❛ Here we are. A bunch of psychopaths helping each other out. ❜

❛ Words are living things. They have personality, point of view, agenda. ❜

❛ Being alone has a dull ache to it, doesn’t it? ❜

❛ I see enough of you to see the truth of you. ❜

❛ Psychopaths are not crazy. They’re fully aware of what they do and the consequences of those actions. ❜

❛ You spend a lot of time building walls. It’s natural to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them. ❜

❛ It’s nice when someone sees us. Or has the ability to see us. ❜

❛ I was worried you were dead. ❜

❛ I feel like I have dragged you into my world. ❜

❛ I don’t care about the lives you save; I care about your life, and your life is separating from reality. ❜

❛ You didn’t secure your legacy ; You murdered it. ❜

❛ Insane isn’t really black or white, is it? ❜

❛ We can tell no one. What we are doing here is the right thing. ❜

❛ Everybody decides their own versions of the truth. ❜

❛ I know what monsters are. You’re a victim. ❜

❛ You must overcome these delusions that are disguising your reality. ❜

❛ I feel like I’m fading. ❜

❛ Stability requires strong foundations. My moorings are built on sand. ❜

❛ I know what kind of crazy I am and this is not that kind of crazy. ❜

❛ I may be crazy, but you look ill. ❜

❛ I feel like hell. Actually, no, I feel, uh, fluid, like I’m spilling. ❜

❛ I feel like I’m losing my mind. I-I don’t know what’s real. ❜

❛ I don’t know if I will ever be myself again. I don’t know if I’ve got any “self” left over. ❜

❛ Madness can be a medicine for the modern world. ❜

❛ This wasn’t supposed to be my life. ❜

❛ Some places are stained now. Some people too. I know I am. ❜

❛ I was curious what would happen. ❜

❛ I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you in this life. ❜

❛ I thought I would get better. ❜

❛ I could use a good scream. I can feel one perched under my chin. ❜

❛ Guess you dodged a bullet with me. ❜

❛ I know who I am. But I am not so sure that I know who you are anymore. ❜

❛ I am who I’ve always been. The scales have just fallen from my eyes. ❜

❛ You know, in my time I’ve seen people broken by the world. I’ve seen them broken in all kinds of hideous and offhanded ways, but never like this. ❜

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Xi Yang Tian Shi (Corey Yuen, 2002)

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@GENOMED: extremely private & low activity portrayal of a horror oc known as sienna aquino. est. 2018, rebooted in 2024. crafted by sean - 22 - he/him - cdt. previously legiate. more information beneath the cut.

heavy trigger warnings for: serial killers, cannibalism, horror, abuse, etcetera.

RULES: very low activity/chill space. sienna's an original character i've written for years, primarily within the fallout universe, but this is a rendition of her modernized verse. all other verses are available upon request. expect mature + adult themes/triggering content. i also write sienna through the lens of an antagonist— you're not meant to like her! you can get a better idea of her characterization/what to expect here!

BIOGRAPHY: sienna aquino / she+they / 26-50 / bisexual, heavy preference to women / genomics technician / located in california. ‎‎‎ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ//////////// raised in the hearty embrace of purecliff, a small tightly-knit community in northern arizona, sienna's childhood was a tapestry of idyllic memories. this serenity was shattered at age 8 when a crime syndicate, masquerading as a legitimate business, infiltrated the town with the opening of a shopping mall. the town, once a picturesque symbol of suburban tranquility, began to morph under the syndicate's influence, echoing the urban sprawl of downtown phoenix. the syndicate's arrival marked the beginning of a harrowing era. men of the town, including sienna's father, started to disappear mysteriously— leaving behind a community of women & children to face an uncertain future. the shadow of this menacing gang loomed over purecliff for years, until a fateful intervention by the national guard. this liberation, though well-intentioned by the us government, came at a great cost of civilian lives— including the life of sienna's mother. in the aftermath, 14-year-old sienna found herself navigating the complexities of the foster care system. with the streets as her refuge more often than her foster homes, she gravitated towards gang activities & the ability to provide a life for herself. by 18, her life was punctuated by multiple arrests, shifting from juvenile detention to facing prison time for attempted assault. however, due to a combination of government rehabilitation initiatives and a lawsuit filed by the state of arizona on behalf of purecliff's survivors, sienna's path took a transformative turn. her sentence was reduced in exchange for her commitment to pursue higher education & engage in community service. released at age 20, she embarked on a new journey at ucla. upon earning her master's degree in science at age 26 with a focus on genetics and genomes, sienna became a genomics technician at the parker lab in caltech. despite her remarkable turnaround, her past cast a long, inescapable shadow. as sienna's career flourished, a troubling pattern emerged: an unsettling number of geneticists in california began to vanish. while sienna had seemingly reinvented her life, whispers and suspicions arose, questioning the true extent of her transformation.

CHARACTERIZATION INSPIRATIONS: amy dunne from gone girl, annie graham from hereditary, danica harlan from altered carbon, nina sayers from black swan, serena joy from the handmaid's tale, the bride from kill bill, cersei lannister from game of thrones.