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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 . ( a collection of headcanon prompts based on each zodiac sign . adjust questions as desired . )

⊹ — ARIES . ≻ how does your muse handle competition ? ≻ what is your muse's biggest regret ? ≻ how does your muse handle losing control ? ≻ how does your muse express their passion ?

⊹ — TAURUS . ≻ what is your muse's most prized possession ? ≻ how does your character show their reliability ? ≻ what is your muse's favorite way to relax ? ≻ what simple things does your muse find joy in ?

⊹ — GEMINI . ≻ how does your muse communicate with others ? ≻ how does your muse handle the duality within themselves ? ≻ is your character predictable ? unpredictable ? ≻ how does your muse react to change ?

⊹ — CANCER . ≻ how does your muse react to emotional manipulation ? ≻ what is your muse's most treasured family tradition ? ≻ what is a cherished memory your muse holds close ? ≻ how does your muse express love & care ?

⊹ — LEO . ≻ does your muse lead others effectively ? ≻ what is your muse's most arrogant behavior ? ≻ is your character confident ? charismatic ? ≻ how does your muse handle being ignored ?

⊹ — VIRGO . ≻ what is your muse's most dedicated project ? ≻ how does your muse assist others in times of need ? ≻ what are your muse's standards for themselves ? ≻ what does your muse find beauty in ?

⊹ — LIBRA . ≻ how does your muse bring balance to their surroundings ? ≻ is your muse a people pleaser ? ≻ how does your muse navigate justice & mercy ? ≻ how does your muse handle having to confront someone ?

⊹ — SCORPIO . ≻ what is your muse's most transformative experience ? ≻ is your muse the jealous type ? are they possessive ? ≻ does your muse engage in introspection often ? ≻ how does your muse deal with obsession ?

⊹ — SAGITTARIUS . ≻ is your muse a workaholic ? what's their view of workaholics ? ≻ what is your muse's most reckless decision ? ≻ how does your muse handle commitment ? ≻ does your muse experience wanderlust ? where would they go ?

⊹ — CAPRICORN . ≻ how does your muse demonstrate their ambition ? ≻ is your muse an optimist , realist, or pessimist ? ≻ does your muse value their legacy ? what have they done to ensure it ? ≻ what is your muse's average daily routine ?

⊹ — AQUARIUS . ≻ what is a cause or a movement your muse is deeply involved in ? ≻ how does your muse handle unpredictability ? ≻ does your muse challenge the status quo ? how ? ≻ what subject or field is your muse passionate about learning ?

⊹ — PISCES . ≻ is your muse sensitive, or do they have a thick skin ? ≻ does your muse have any escapist behaviors ? ≻ what does your muse dream about ? are they lucid , do they sleepwalk ? ≻ how does your muse handle harsh criticism ?

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"Yet here you and I remain, standing on different sides of a collapsing bridge."

She didn't even have to poke and prod that answer out of Cass. The agent could very well have left it at exactly that — but she just had to mention a fragment of leverage Alex could very well pull on, and it didn't matter if it was done particularly rough.

There were many things Wesker could do to someone who'd seen it all, give them a chance to become what they'd fear, or simply suggest a way out of a corrupt organization and watch people fall over their feet for the opportunity.

The other approached the glass, and the virologist never wavered, staring her down with fiery reptilian eyes just the same as her late brother's. Oh, how she could admire the strength the other was trying so desperately to conjure up before her, but it, just as in everything, was just another elaborate façade that Wesker didn't entirely buy. Nobody was completely unafraid.

"Interrogation won't be necessary. It has all already been laid clear, despite theatrics and what your little band have no doubt already hidden from you."

Cass could already tell Alex wasn't on equal footing with her, and she hated that. She refused to give the other any more power over her, and she studied them carefully. What was she trying to goad out of Cass? Cass mimicked the head tilt, a small smirk on her lips.

"I have no reason to be afraid of you," she retorted. "You can't hurt me. There's no one for you to hurt. I have no one. Well… one person. And if you wanted to hurt me directly? What the hell are you gonna do? I've already been through so much shit."

Cass' boyfriend and former teammates would've refuted her statements, but they weren't here now. They didn't understand the abyss she called a heart, and she doubted they ever would. Cass never knew how to explain that to anyone; her survival instincts rarely failed her. She approached the glass, scrutinizing eyes landing on Alex.

"You haven't surpassed shit. I'm not gonna be the only one interrogating you, and we've found more than enough evidence of your crimes. As for arrogance, I know I'm not… I'm not good. I know how to own that."

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modelled & rendered in Blender.

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Cass began to circle her, rifle across her back and lover at stake. She'd calculated this down to the second, and the agent would do little more than make empty threats and poor attempts at intimidation, and so in return, Alex doesn't bother to turn her form or track her movements as she does so. Her eyes flicker back, watching from the corner of her perception, though that's all they allow herself.

"His wellbeing is inconsequential — unless he proves himself exceptional." Her words were matter of fact, though laced with a hint of overconfidence. "Come now. Petty name-calling is far beneath us both."

Not entirely correct. Alex had been monitoring things for a while now, but would she give that to Cass? No, better to leave her grasping for straws and reliant on fragments. Mythology and allusion didn't escape the virologist, well read as she was, and she let out a light hum as she considered the given proposal.

"Go on, then. Provide me with an offering, and perhaps you may brave the scaffold of the gods."

Cass might’ve claimed to be all alone in the world, but the Overseer truly was. Love on trial before an unfeeling god was a motif that followed her everywhere she went, so she knew not to act rashly. That’d end with her bruised and bleeding — if she was lucky. Cass had little care for her own fate, but the man she loved greatly cared enough for them both.

“You ‘wouldn’t be surprised’. That means you don’t know for sure. That means he might not even be here,” Cass deduced, gritting her teeth. “I remember you. You were a total bitch back then, too. People like you never change.”

Cass’ snark probably wouldn’t have gotten her anywhere, but the rifle slung across her back remained an ever present threat. She hated how they held all the cards. She hated the doubt beginning to burrow into her bones. When Cass began to move in a circular motion, always opposite the Overseer, she was careful not to turn her back.

“Tell me what I have to do to get him back. I won’t give up without a fair trial. And that’s what you want, isn’t it? All the best heroes have them. If you’re at all familiar with my namesake, then you’ll know she was tried. Perseus, Andromeda, and Cassiopeia — all three were tested.”

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Oh, the sheer determination. It was curious to see, each and every time Alex had witnessed it — concern for a friend, a lover, or someone who just was in the wrong place at the wrong time. A vague air of familiarity hung around the agent, though Wesker remained where she was — unarmed to the casual spectator, but the one who this all rested upon.

"Fear drives the will to survive. Your friend is tougher than you are, so I wouldn't be surprised if he's still kicking."

Taunting, never entirely answering the question. It was she that dictated the amount of information provided, and she only. Cass just had to play her game, and win.

"I'm sure he'll be touched to know you came all this way."

@constellationcursed from here

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It was only after her statement that Alex bothered to turn around. Even in capture, she was methodical in her level of control. Nobody held a candle to her achievements, and she was the one with the power, even behind layers of bullet-proof glass separating the two. Dressed in white, as she always seemed to be, there was no fear or trepidation held within her air. One hand rested on her elbow, shifting her weight to her right hip as she stared Cass down, eyes flickering over her like a vulture after her next prey.

Only a noncommittal hum escaped her at the snarled words, a head tilt as she considered it. Slow and methodical once again, she controlled the flow of conversation by deciding when and how to respond to questions given. Cass tensed, and the corner of Alex's mouth turned up ever so slightly. They'd hit the mark, grasped at it, and refused to let it go.

"Oh, but I don't believe I am. You're just like the others. Brave — arrogant, really, but it's admirable — and yet you fear someone kept in a cage."

"We all pay a price. I just happen to surpass it."

@constellationcursed from here

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A STUDY ON : metamorphosis | immortality | revival | immunity to fear | consequences for rebelling against the gods | transformation | mind vs body | the unknowable | carefully laid plans | arrogance in the face of death | fading into obscurity | being heralded as a messiah

( . . . FEAR OF NIGHT , FEAR OF NOT NIGHT . )

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Alex doesn't bother to dignify the comment with a response. The only sound following it was the click of the safety being flicked off — the virologist's eyes never move away from the other's, always ready for anything that might then be attempted.

Honestly , what were they expecting? Did they really think she would be able to walk around this place in such a ridiculously bright-coloured jacket without being noticed in some form? If you were to attempt theft , or even simply fulfilling one's curiosity , then one would expect to dress more appropriately for the situation at hand . Unless . .

"Search the facility . Find out if the rest of our guests would care to stay awhile ."

It's said to no-one and nothing in particular , but an electronic buzz splits the air for a single moment before quiet falls into the space . The microphones and cameras so commonplace here would have caught her words , and those loyal to their divine self would scramble at the order . Her following words are veiled poison , and easily picked up on .

"Then I must invite you to look upon it firsthand ."

Sam made no move either. They were half tempted to, but they could practically hear Jess in their ear lecturing them about patience. Samantha Kaul, she'd have said, stern yet sweet in her usage of Sam's full name, wait and see what she wants. Their own weapons might've been taken from them lightning fast if they moved for any of them, so at least for now, they're playing this awkward chess game.

"And I don't remember asking you to hold me at gunpoint for information I might not even have, but here we both are," Sam replied, sass radiating off of her every movement. Okay, so technically, this wasn't what Jess meant when she said to be patient, but had she ever really taken anyone's advice in full? Sam began pondering the question mentally - she'd have to ask Sidney for his take when she got a free moment.

Clever. Sam didn’t know if that was supposed to be patronizing, but they certainly interpreted it that way. Her puffy red coat sharply contrasted the pure white of Alex’s own clothing, two sides of the same coin. It also was excellent at concealing weapons; Catalina had called it hideous when she’d first seen it, and Jill had high-fived Sam not two seconds after. Sam tried her best not to zone out, but they couldn’t help but think about how comic book supervillain-y Alex sounded.

“Don’t fucking call me Samantha. I go by Sam.” Something about the usage of her full name always made her feel like she was in trouble, or like maybe something was wrong. It felt like it belonged to the frilly Americ.an G.irl doll Sam had owned as a child, not to herself. “But anyway, I don’t know everything about your work. That’s actually why I’m here at the moment.”

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@harperhydra to ALEX WESKER .

"you wanted a sample , now you've got it ."

"I'm afraid you will have to accept my hospitality a little longer."

There's a brief minute or two of notation as she studies the small clipboard in her hand, standing on the opposite side of the room from where Helena is currently restrained . Things like this were rather delicate , after all , and the small set of neatly labelled vials were too fragile to risk any sort of . . accidental mishaps.

"Such an . . intriguing experiment . Perfectly bonded . . to what extent — that we have yet to uncover ."

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RESIDENT EVIL :: REVELATIONS 2 STARTERS

cut it out, we've been friends for how long?

long enough i'm allowed to give you shit .

O.K . You did your homework .

every time i ask him anything , he pushes back .

none of this makes any sense .

this is so messed up . what do you think this place was?

this could come in handy .

guess i'm on light duty .

fear what you will become and become what you fear .

so much suffering . you don't even know what to be afraid of yet .

let's not get ahead of ourselves .

said the poor lost soul as she lamented her fate .

fear requires an audience . . . and a conductor .

a radio tower . maybe we can send an S.O.S .

fuck you , hollywood .

all right , stay close , you're with me now .

end of the line .

this island is completely crazy .

that's one thing they left out of the brief .

who's the master of unlocking now , huh?

you stay the hell alive ___

i need to throw you at the wall and see who sticks . and who doesn't .

we will all die , there's no question of that , but one of you has a chance of dying well .

she can stick it right up her all seeing ass .

there is no shaking off the self .

my escape is death , but not this one .

oversee this , bitch !

that's cheating .

a shame about your friend . but you're tougher than he is .

you're not going to snap . are you?

it's like she's got eyes everywhere .

behold prometheus , who was bound to a rock for stealing divine power .

you'll have to brave the scaffold of the gods .

the gods' scaffold has served it purpose .

it's got all of our names on it .

you wanted a sample , now you've got it .

i'm just learning to see a little more clearly .

it's not death , it's power .

guess i never really got around to taking the blame .

the world is going to be very afraid .

my whole life has been a prelude to this .

time to meet the cause of our misery .

you came all this way just to say goodbye? oh, i'm touched .

it's already done . i've conquered fear and earned the right to become a god .

come out from behind that glass so i can choke a god .

all that remains is one final test . one last threshold to cross .

i will share in his fate , and then i will surpass him .

fear of night . fear of not-night .

the onlooker is in a sense , a sharer in life who hangs onto the living .

confessions and lies are the same . for one to confess , one must tell a lie .

just a word , just a please , just a stir in the air . just a sign you're alive and waiting .

the diabolical sometimes adopts the appearance of good, or even embodies themself completely within .

with the strongest of lights one is able to dispel the world .

not everyone can see the truth but anyone can be the truth .

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A STUDY ON : metamorphosis | immortality | revival | immunity to fear | consequences for rebelling against the gods | transformation | mind vs body | the unknowable | carefully laid plans | arrogance in the face of death | fading into obscurity | being heralded as a messiah

( . . . FEAR OF NIGHT , FEAR OF NOT NIGHT . )

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i support women in STEM (Scary experiments, Time loops, Existential dilemmas, Madness)

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PEACE  .  oh  what  a  word  it  was  .  the  end  goal  ,  really  ,  or  at  the  very  least  —  one  of  them  ,  and  despite  the  query  alex  had  no  qualms  about  what  it  took  to  achieve  what  she  wanted  above  all  .  whether  it  be  her  experiments  ,  the  act  of  benevolence  disguising  malevolence  and  disdain  ,  the  charm  that  infiltrated  her  persona  and  helped  her  MANIPULATE  THE  STRINGS  of  the  marionettes  that  danced  around  them  .  when  you  were  the  messiah  ,  when  you  were  divinity  itself  ,  you  required  no  rhyme  or  reason  behind  why  you  would  do  such  things  —  why  should  there  be?  if  alex  was  to  shape  the  world  to  her  intentions  ,  she  had  already  earned  the  right  to  become  holy  and  it  would  only  be  a  matter  of  time  .  the  ends  justify  the  means  and  alex  is  no  stranger  to  such  a  thing  .  ❛  tell  me  .  how  does  fear  drive  the  will  to  survive  ?  ❜  she  doesn't  bother  to  answer  the  initial  question  ,  no  ,  not  yet  .

clad  in  white  ,  she  signifies  truth  ,  in  a  way  .  something  twisted,  an  antichrist  ,  a  false  messiah  parading  around  as  something  holy  but  there  is  genuine  belief  in  her  own  ability  .  had  there  not  been  alex  would  not  have  the  title  where  she  ruled,  no  ,  alex  was  divinity  incarnate  and  would  not  be  swayed  from  her  path  for  the  holy  does  not  bow  to  the  whim  of  the  mortal  unsanctified  .

@fightfected did i never ping you in this LMAO

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❛ Oh , how noble of you . ❜

Alex doesn't give the weapon any attention , her words mocking, taunting even , she does not care for pleasantries and its evident in the way it slips out between teeth , condescending and patronizing . Sheva's just one more obstacle in the long run , and Alex would be perfectly happy to shove the agent aside and leave her for the wolves .

Oh , to save one person — this would save far , far more than a single solitary individual, Sheva was just far too focused on mortal morality to understand .

❛ Tell me . You die , and for whom? You know just as well as I that sacrifice is nothing more than pleasantries . ❜

Cheating? What exactly had Sheva done to justify that response? Drawing the gun might've escalated the situation, but they both could tell where this was headed. Alex had full control of everything here, so really, Sheva only gave herself equal footing with that risky move.

"It isn't pointless if it saves at least one person," she retorted. The fire in Sheva's brown eyes illuminated the room; she truly believed everything she was saying. "Maybe you don't understand that, but it means everything to me."

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yeah. Yeah they’re putting me in the torture labyrinth again. no there’s not even a minotaur

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There .

They'd obviously struck a nerve . Alex was quick to notice the sudden tension in Ailani's muscles — well , more tension than usual for this encounter, and she did nothing but file it away for later, expression curious but unchanging .

"Wonderful ."

It was spoken with all the arrogant drawl of someone who knew they had got their way with little argument , of someone who knew she held all the power with nothing but a flick of her wrist. She was a last resort, Lani would have nowhere else to go and then she'd be able to have exactly what she wanted and it would be up to them if she wanted to actually fulfill the deal — at least , in the way Ailani thought their deal had been made . After all , loopholes were oh so easy to weasel into a contract or a vow .

"I'm glad we could come to an understanding , you and I ."

Ailani tensed up. She hadn’t meant to make her fear so apparent, but the mention of experimentation sent her into a panic. She could barely tolerate going to the doctor’s for a basic check up, and to be the ghost girl terrified her. Under no circumstances would she go through that again.

“I’m not saying you’re wrong. Um, we just weren’t told. But you don’t have to worry about me. I-I’ll do it.”