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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝑪𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑭𝑳𝑶𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ࣪ ︵ֺ︵ ㅤ ㅤ𝜚 ۪ ⠀⠀ ⪩⪨ ⠀⠀⠀/̸⠀⠀⠀X⠀⠀𓈒⠀⠀ ֺ 㞫 ࣭ ⠀﹙Ada.﹚ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀☆゙ ۪ ㅤ𝒄harming knave ࣪ ྀ 𓂃 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀爱 ࿁ ⠀ ˚⠀ ✙ ׅ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀ ೀ⠀ ⠀ꞌꞋ ࣪ your favorite 𝖕oison

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀She / Her⠀ ﾉ⠀ ⠀ ྀ 𓂃⠀⠀21+ . ✙

Self - inflicted.

You were given the choice to live, a thousand times over, and yet you never choose it.

not intentionally, oh no, you didn’t know it was a grave you were digging. but with every turn, you were twisting the knife deeper.

every decision doomed you more. had it been anyone else, they would have made it. but you? you are so perfectly you, there was no escaping it. the true tragedy of it all, is how preventable it was.

( @heartfulmonster )

Dark brows twitch, furrow inward as Ada regards her taller counterpart with a moderate disinterest and a loosely held intrigue.

Not yet familiar with who stand 'fore her, but Ada never approached anything without an ounce of preparation —— enough information garnered to feel secure, find her footing amidst a sea of unknowns.

" I'm sure you'd like to know, mm ? " Coy in nature, a near sly - smile pulling at painted brims. A pause, eyes cast elsewhere for a moment. " Another one of Wesker's contacts. "

It's a decision that comes well - calculated, no use in withholding an identity already infamous ; especially when they shared a liasion.

Staring ahead quizzically, a genuine yet reserved ( measured ) curiosity flitting through mirrored eyes.

" and what exactly is ... it. "

You are Hera / You are sovereignty embodied.

Authority does not come from noise in you — it comes from certainty. You do not give yourself lightly. Love, loyalty, devotion — these are not accidents in your life. They are decisions. Once chosen, they become sacred law. You carry yourself with dignity that cannot be negotiated. Your words are not casual; they are vows. When you speak, you are not expressing emotion — you are declaring truth as you see it.

You do not laugh easily. You do not trust easily.  You do not forgive betrayal. Crossing you is not an event — it is a mistake that echoes.

There is a fierce protectiveness in you, especially toward what you claim as yours: your bond, your name, your place . You guard these not out of insecurity, but out of reverence. Commitment, to you, is holy. Your anger is not chaos — it is judgment. Cold, deliberate, precise. You do not explode; you decide. Yet beneath the crown exists a hidden tenderness reserved only for those you have chosen. To them, you are steadfast warmth, unwavering loyalty, a sanctuary that does not abandon.

Your flaw is devotion that refuses to see fracture. When something sacred to you is threatened, you may fight the world before questioning what you love.

You are queen not because others bow — but because you never kneel where you do not believe.

Shadow: pride that binds you to what wounds you.

Power: unbreakable dignity and chosen devotion.