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@medemorphosis
i have no active muse list. i write whomever whenever the muse strikes. sideblogs for high(ish) activity muses: getŠsuguru, hayakawa aki, zagreus. main blog: leon kennedy.   by leon. twenty-four, he/him prns exclusively.
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hm⌠soft reboot coming soon maybe
the reboot will happen in the future, for now i think iâm gonna focus on @warproverbs & @05872 when i have the time/energy
hm... soft reboot coming soon maybe
  5 minute sketch for @medemorphosisâ â¤ď¸
symphonight.
RAPIER SHEATHED , weapon not drawn for various reasons despite an obvious threat that posed itself before him now. his escape from this mortal world was that of a velvet - lined coffin , now open for all to see. risen from the depths may the monster rise , awakened and dazed.  features denote indifference , unimpressed.  â   had i desired your death , i would have ripped your throat out already.   â  a sigh , so the curse of the night still remains. draculaâs undying legacy.  â   you would do well to remember that.   âÂ
a sword,  huh.  it was fitting with the motif.  old and decrepit castle,  velour like blood lining the vacant halls and numerous rooms,  accentuated through flecks of candlelight.  he held it like an extension of the body,  a quickness that outpaced the average human faculty. â that a yes? no? â maybe if he kept him talkingâhe wouldn't be minced meat. â didn't mean to barge in on your...  nap. âÂ
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symphonight.
 â    IN YOUR ARCHIVE OF KNOWLEDGE , what are the stories of my father?   â  lingering fingertips brush âcross novels aplenty , debating which of the flock to pluck. none intrigued him evidently â- thusly ,  sights fix themselves on the librarian , of whom he sought company.   â    or perhaps i should remain unaware of the atrocities heâs undoubtedly committed long before my birth.   â  /  @medemorphosis ,  sephiroth.Â
the stories of dracula vlad ĹŁepeĹ were innumerable.  perhaps,  even,  one of the subjects most chronicled among his writings in history.  he sat back in his chair,  ankle draped across his upper thigh. â at the rate your father rose to prominence,  there is an entire section of the library dedicated to his deeds,  free at your perusal, â he lowered his glasses, and the unknown glinted in his stare. â âbut is it answers you truly seek,  or is there another reason you have chosen to visit me at this hour? â
VOCALIZATION  OF  THE  OTHER  WHO  spoke  out  towards  the  deathly  prince.  the  one  who  sought  to  tango  against  the  walking  dead,  their  feet  shuffling  across  the  ground,  wished  to  direct  and  guide  a  motionless  one  among  the  living.  pathetic.  it  is  the  guard  that  his  father  had  assigned  the  sole  crown  royalty,  into  the  second  week  of  LEON  KENNEDY  duty.  why  would  someone  like  him  go  out  of  his  way  to  preserve  the  safety  of  someone  who  had  no  pulse?  skin  with  no  warmth  but  met  with  cold.  immediate  annoyance.  noctis  halted  his  movement  after  hearing  the  male  speak  out.  sight,  never  looking  back,  only  forward  to  the  pathway  to  his  private  library.  â  haven't  you,  tasked  with  protecting  someone  like  me,  already  figured  out  my  daily  schedule?  â  vocals  from  the  walking  dead  sliced  the  cold  thin  air.  â  if  I  were  you,  I'd  talk  to  my  royal  guard:  GLADIOLUS  for  tips.  â
this wasn't going well.  two weeks in and he already felt beyond his league of capabilitiesâwhich wasn't much when it came to experience out on the field.  why did the king choose him to watch over someone so important? â wouldn't put it past you to surprise me one of these days, â an assumption on his part with no weight attached; he knew noctis as well as he did when their only contact was a fleeting glance.
he sighed,  shook his head, â already did, â i like to be prepared. â said you keep to yourself in your library.  that where you're going? â
being once closely aligned under shinra's thumb held few perks, Â even fewer at her ranking. Â but she was sly, Â artful;Â the art of espionage called to her like a second skin, Â and she wore it through halls of light, Â encased in the shadow of the unknown... Â until she found what she was looking for.
âwhich brought her to the present.  she kept an eye from afar,  noting with interest how tenacious her former comrades clung to the girl like adhesive,  as if parting for a single moment meant she'd be lost from them forever.  she'd learned,  over time,  the girl's mannerisms.  she was not the type to up and leave so readilyânot without reason.  every passing day meant more opportunity for that reason to surface,  so she chose to reveal herself one early morn.  a faceless wolf among faceless sheep,  she offered her hand,  passing over the flowers that scattered the floor,  circling around the last cetra. â that was quite a fall.  need a hand? â  â @gaynsborough.
she made her presence known through an open window.  a nightly breeze whipped past her,  shuddering papers abound into a sharp discordance of disorder.  she strode her red carpet,  a fore and middle finger trailing the underside of a now untidy desk. â hmm,  nice office. â how long had it been,  she wondered.  a year? two? she hadn't kept up,  not when there was so much to do.  where ada emerged,  trouble was sure to follow. an omen in scarlet. it was a courtesy few could afford,  and maybe it was the thought of old times making her soft, generous.  (she remembered a hand to her shoulder,  guiding her to one of similar age and stature.  she remembered training alongside them,  of long days passing into the hours of twilight,  honing her craft in an intensity and promise comparable to her colleague.  she remembered when she left one ordinary night,  and never looked back.) just this once.  â @turkled.
inconvenience was a guarantee in this line of work.  how it chose to manifest,  moment to moment,  not so much.  what was once living,  human,  slunk the streets in the dead of night. they weren't human anymore.  they'd no conscience, no notion of being; they were creatures with a one track mind,  a fixation in pursuing their next feed.
there was no compassion in the walking dead, Â so it was easy to apply that same logic when she'd slain them. Â
a child laid among them,  a pile of three corpses at her feet.  the dust had settled,  and her unexpected savior stood at a nearby doorway,  a stony look behind opaque sunglasses and a thinned line for her lips.  ada wong lowered her weapon. she raised her voice, over the persistent ringing surely echoing from gunfire at such close proximity, â over here. â  â @yukikorogashi.
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like this for an ada starter đ¤Ť
Almost 3am thoughts I also want to try writing Ada đ¤
some little notes
my ada will probably be more rooted in the og re2 and re4 since iâm not the biggest fan of how theyâre taking her character in the remakes but i will probably incorporate some details into my portrayal either way (sheâs keeping her remake re4 outfit though that shit slaps) (also her communicating with leon through comms i liked that so i keep it)
she was in re village, yes she helps ethan with little notes and things, she has her own reasons for going there but she does play a role in helping (gotta think on this more)
(also iâd love to do a role reversal kind of thing where sheâs with claire instead of leon in re2 so sherry gets found by leon and idk i think thatâd be a neat thing to explore)
sheâs ace and trans. i donât make the rules i just thrive off them (this image is my leon and ada)
* THE MODERN PROMETHEUS. sentence starters from mary shelley's novel, frankenstein ; or, the modern prometheus. from the original manuscript, the original published edition, & the 1831 revision. feel free to change pronouns / terms / tense / etc.
do you understand this feeling ?
I desire the company of someone who could sympathize with me.
I shall do nothing rashly.
remember me with affection, should you never hear from me again.
I will not rashly encounter danger. I will be cool, persevering, & prudent.
will you have the kindness to inform me whither you are bound ?
I have lost everything, & cannot begin life anew.
you may easily perceive, [name], that I have suffered great & unparalleled misfortunes.
with what interest & sympathy shall I read it in some future day !
the world was to me a secret, which I desired to discover.
it was the secrets of heaven & earth that I desired to learn
no youth could have passed more happily than mine.
do not waste your time upon this ; it is sad trash.
I believed myself totally unfitted for the company of strangers.
have you really spent your time in studying such nonsense ?
I am happy to have gained a disciple.
remember, I am not recording the vision of a madman.
a resistless, & almost frantic impulse, urged me forward.
you must pardon me, if I regard any interruption in your correspondence as a proof that your other duties are equally neglected.
how can I describe my emotions at this catastrophe ?
how glad I am to see you !
it gives me the greatest delight to see you.
you look as if you had been watching for several nights.
how ill you are !
what is the cause of all this ?
oh, save me ! save me !
I dare say you wish to be indulged in a little gossip.
are you always to be unhappy ?
my dear friend, what has happened ?
even cato wept over the dead body of his brother.
I am afraid, tears instead of smiles will be your welcome.
I do not know what you mean.
no one believes it, surely ?
did the murderer place it there ?
I cannot go alone.
I did confess, but I confessed a lie.
I hope you do not believe I am guilty.
I cannot live in this world of misery.
Do you think that I do not suffer also?
men appear to me as monsters thirsting for each otherâs blood.
I would sacrifice my life for your peace.
devil ! do you dare approach me?
begone, vile insect!
I expected this reception.
all men hate the wretched.
abhorred monster !
be calm ! I entreat you to hear me.
have I not suffered enough?
I do not wish to hate you.
I was benevolent & good ; misery made me a fiend.
make me happy, & I shall again be virtuous.
you, my creator, abhor me ; what hope can I gather from your fellow-creatures, who owe me nothing ?
cursed be the day, abhorred devil, in which you first saw light !
relieve me from the sight of your detested form !
I ought to be thy adam, but I am rather the fallen angel.
I stared back, unable to believe that it was indeed I who was reflected in the mirror.
was I then a monster, a blot upon the earth, from which all men fled, & whom all men disowned ?
cursed creator ! why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust ?
pardon this intrusion, I am a traveler in want of a little rest.
I thank you, & accept your generous offer
at length the thought of you crossed my mind.
to whom could I apply with more fitness than to him who had given me life ?
I do not intend to hurt you.
I am content to reason with you.
if I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear.
I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you curse the hour of your birth.
this is what it is to live !
where does he now exist ? is this gentle & lovely being lost forever ?
does it now only exist in my memory ?
I could pass my life here.
I had rather be with you.
hasten then, my dear friend, to return, so that I may again feel myself somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence.
had I the right, for my own benefit, to inflict this curse upon everlasting generations ?
what is it that you intend ?
do you dare to break your promise ?
I can make you so wretched that the light of day will be hateful to you.
beware ; for I am fearless, & therefore powerful.
I will be with you on your wedding night.
villain ! before you sign my death-warrant, be sure that you are yourself safe.
why do you answer me so roughly ?
why did I not die ?
are you better now ?
I am sorry that I am still alive to feel this misery & horror.
can I do any thing to make you more comfortable ?
on the whole earth there is no comfort which I am capable of receiving.
persecuted & tortured as I am & have been, can death be any evil to me ?
a fatality seems to pursue you.
do you not love another ?
it is your happiness I desire as well as my own.
if I see but one smile on your lips when we meet, I shall need no other happiness.
you are sorrowful, my love.
this night is dreadful, very dreadful.
why did I not then expire ?
I am satisfied, miserable wretch ! you have determined to live, & I am satisfied.
for many months this has been my task.
my reign is not yet over.
learn my miseries, & do not seek to increase your own.
do you think that I was then dead to agony & remorse ?
you throw a torch into a pile of buildings, & when they are consumed you sit among the ruins, & lament the fall.
but it is even so ; the fallen angel becomes a malignant devil.
you hate me ; but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself.
soon, I shall die, & what I now feel will no longer be felt.
the eminent walking dead was flighty and silent.  a horrible combination for running security detail.  noctis could handle himself,  he knew.  his job was still his job,  however,  and he wasn't taking a reprimand because of the uncooperation of another. â a word of advice: tell me where you're going before you do it,  not after. â i'm not getting my ass chewed again.  â @godsp1te.
yukikorogashi.
  A WHOLE LOT BETTER, now that youâre here, bro! And yet⌠this wasnât exactly the HAPPY ENDING that they had been fighting out of that NIGHTMARE for, was it? The one where they would all walk freely off into the sunset itself? No, somethingâŚ. somethingâŚÂ didnât feel right.
  âHeh, yea⌠ah gotta say, uhm hungrier than-a tic on-a teddy bear.â Returning that smile with one of her own, as her eyes would cast down to the tray of offered food then. âAnâ dat all looks real good, though! âS dat-a brownie???âÂ
  And with that, so would she gently gesture for him to bring that tray on over. For him to sit beside down beside her too and keep her company, âUhm okie, bro!â He would find herself piping up quite suddenly, almost as if she wanted to assure him far more than she did herself then, âHeck, uhm sure theyâre gonna let me oughta âere by ta-morrah⌠right?â She would pause, before looking back up to his face, â⌠what-ta âbout you? How are ya holdinâ up?â
â that a new one? don't remember teddy bears having blood, â he laughed,  genuinely.  where an intangible weight once lurked,  a flash of bright took its place,  gliding through the metaphorical grime and murk and leaving behind a reason to smile.  itsuki's more whimsical habits never faltered in lightening the mood,  and this was no exception.  he dropped his head at her asking,  nodding twice,  resuming his approach. â you're pretty popular around here.  when i told them who it was for,  they made sure to cut you a bigger piece. â
both girls were the talk of the hospital,  from what he heard.  whispers among staff told of a quartet surfacing in the late hour,  dirtied and fatigued.  a man and woman,  a child bore in each of their arms.   they looked to him for answers,  asking questions he could not answerânot because he didn't want to. he didn't know how.  (he didn't know their birthdays,  their ages.  their allergies,  if any,  their family trees.  he only knew two little girls caught in a full-scale upheaval of their lives, their friendship the final tether to an old life.  what was he supposed to say?) claire had gone since then.  there was a moment of weakness in the midst of understandingâa loneliness capitalizing on existing strain,  until he was forced to bury it deep again.
the doctors stopped their questioning when two government agents arrived, cozied up to him like a cushy job interview. but he knew better. he was left with no other choice.
he piped up suddenly,  realizing she was waiting, â keep it up,  and maybe you will be, â sitting down never felt so foreign.  his right leg shook. â i'm...  fine.  better than ever,  knowing you and sherry are okay. â he brought his hands together,  idle between his thighs. â eat as much as you can,  okay? once you're both outta here,  there's somewhere we have to go. â
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â if it were any other day,  maybe i'd be surprised, â the manâhe looked human enough,  of muted skin and flaxen hair (were it under a more intimate lighting, it could be mistaken for a fine alabaster,  with tousled curls and considerable length that somehow appeared perfect at the same time)âbut past experience honed his instinct,  plunged a knife of apprehension into his gut,  forcing him on edge.  his aim was true, stock-still,  and his hand,  tightened at the hilt.  his trigger finger itched. â you friendly like your buddies out there? â  â @symphonight.
there was a tray in his hands.  cold cuts squished between two chunks of white bread,  a thin layer of american cheese; a small helping of chopped fruit,  steeped in juice; and the shining salvation,  a chocolatey,  melt-in-the-mouth,  famous hospital brownie. â hungry? hospital food is hit or miss for me,  but maybe you'll like it.  beats eating stale chips all the time, â his smile didn't reach his eyes. not fully.  the eyes were a gateway,  communicating a harsh reality that loomed over their shared horizon once sherry and her made full recoveries. watching, waiting... the faint imprints already left on his bottom lip told only a portion of his stresses. â how're you holding up? â  â @yukikorogashi.
