Sniper Quiet ᵃᵘᵗᵒᵖˡᵃʸ

Independent / Highly Selective .

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it’s been a thousand years since i was on here but i just finished softblocking my old group and tbh... i’m tempted to come back to this blog as an indie. 🤔 i’m still not sure yet but just know that if ur reading this i remember and appreciate u!

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  Marriage? Ridiculous. There’s no time for marriage in the middle of war. As for all this talk of crushes...

  [ They’re called crushes because you’re supposed to crush them. ] It had applied to V, and Quiet was sure that, sooner or later, it would apply to Travis, as well. 

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The Positivity Meme

Send the following to give me a little pick me up

🥇 - I think you’ve done a brilliant job with your muse.

🎯 - Your portrayal is on point!

💡 - The plot ideas you give out are amazing.

🔮 - I can see us rping in the future and I can’t wait to get started.

💛 - You’re a dear friend to me.

📽 - I can see your muse in your portrayal, your writing is so perfect.

🎬 - I wish your canon was actual canon.

🌟 - I love seeing you on the dash!

🍋 - Life might be giving you lemons at the moment, but just remember you’re my lemonade!

🦄 - Your AUs are so much fun and well thought out.

🌞 - You are such a bright and lovely person OOC.

🤣 - You are hilarious!

🤞 - I’m always wishing to spot you online to improve my dash experience.

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I finished MGSV a few days ago. Quiet quickly become one of my favourite characters probably ever. 

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@headphonehitokiri

  It was rare for her to be let out of her cell unless it was to go on a mission with the Boss. But today, Ocelot had given one of the newest additions to the Diamond Dogs the great honor of training with the freaky bitch Quiet herself. Ocelot had given the stranger an assault rifle, a heavy duty survival knife, and body armor to boot. Quiet, on the other hand, had no weapons. She didn’t need them - he’d have a hard enough time hitting her when she could alter her mass to all but become gas. Between that and her speed, the challenge was simple.

  She stared the stranger down, black, inky markings blotting her face as she prepared for a fight. Revolver Ocelot had stated the rules. ‘Hit her, and you pass. You have an hour.’ Quiet stood still, posture ready to dodge whenever the stranger decided to attack. She wouldn’t fight back - she didn’t have a death wish. Not yet, at least. Revolver Ocelot seemed content enough to leave them alone, and soon it was just the two of them on the edge of the medical platform with a small group of onlookers gathered a few meters away.

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@calacavera

  The winds blew hard, stinging both her skin and the One that Covers as she did her best to arrange the rocks into a shelter of sorts. They couldn’t stay long - that much was clear. Quiet didn’t enjoy working with others, and she certainly didn’t enjoy the prospect of having another agent tag along on her personal vendetta. If anything, the extra body would only make her goal more difficult. At least it was a pair of hands to help.

  The sniper holstered her gun only long enough to turn to him and make a few motions that could be roughly translated to ‘we need to move on and find shelter and water. If the target passes through here, we won’t be able to stop him in this state.’ She looked around the ruins until eventually she spotted a small waterfall that lead to a river. A gloved hand pointed to the water, already on her way toward it. He’d be able to keep up, wouldn’t he?

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@stellarshooter

  Agent. Your target is somewhere on the fourth floor. We know you don’t need a reminder on protocol once you find him, or what he looks like. Get the job done, no matter the cost. Eliminate the target. 

  With that, the voice in her headpiece cut out. She didn’t need any further direction. She’d made her way up to the fourth floor already, and was in the process of searching each room she passed - thus far, with no luck.

  The agent turned to the nearby woman after tossing yet another corpse from her hands - they weren’t her target, but it would be best not to leave any witnesses, or any chances for someone to trip the alarm and give away her position. “You can either help or get out of my way. I don’t have time to babysit.”

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  How convenient - I was just about to make another ad to pick up a few more interactions on Quiet. If you’d be interested in getting a look into the Metal Gear Solid universe, feel free to give this a like! I’ll place the cap at three, and here’s how they’ll go.

The first like will take place in Cyprus, where your muse will be on a mission with Quiet to infiltrate a hospital full of innocent people to take down a high-priority target. Triggers in this thread are likely to include death, fire, and blood.

The second like will take place in the harsh desert of Afghanistan, where your muse will be staking out old ruins, trying to survive a sandstorm while waiting to set up an ambush. This will be a survival thread, slower paced, based more on hiding from a sandstorm and setting up a camp.

The third like will take place on Mother Base, a large set of platforms set up in the middle of the ocean, where your muse will get combat training and/or bonding time with Quiet. This will most likely be a fighting thread, so it’d be best to work out who will end up winning the fight beforehand.

Please note that these are just the scenarios - we don’t have to follow them to a T as they happened in canon! Say you’re the first like and your muse isn’t about to go gunning down innocent people to help with the mission. You’re more than welcome to turn it into a fight against Quiet to save the people in the hospital from her and XOF! The starters will be fairly standard, and I won’t let people pick what they get, it’s going to be chronological order so keep that in mind when you like. If you want to plot more about it, feel free to IM me!

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  How convenient - I was just about to make another ad to pick up a few more interactions on Quiet. If you’d be interested in getting a look into the Metal Gear Solid universe, feel free to give this a like! I’ll place the cap at three, and here’s how they’ll go.

The first like will take place in Cyprus, where your muse will be on a mission with Quiet to infiltrate a hospital full of innocent people to take down a high-priority target. Triggers in this thread are likely to include death, fire, and blood.

The second like will take place in the harsh desert of Afghanistan, where your muse will be staking out old ruins, trying to survive a sandstorm while waiting to set up an ambush. This will be a survival thread, slower paced, based more on hiding from a sandstorm and setting up a camp.

The third like will take place on Mother Base, a large set of platforms set up in the middle of the ocean, where your muse will get combat training and/or bonding time with Quiet. This will most likely be a fighting thread, so it’d be best to work out who will end up winning the fight beforehand.

Please note that these are just the scenarios - we don’t have to follow them to a T as they happened in canon! Say you’re the first like and your muse isn’t about to go gunning down innocent people to help with the mission. You’re more than welcome to turn it into a fight against Quiet to save the people in the hospital from her and XOF! The starters will be fairly standard, and I won’t let people pick what they get, it’s going to be chronological order so keep that in mind when you like. If you want to plot more about it, feel free to IM me!

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  Quiet has a feeling that someone’s talking about her. Also a feeling that she might need to go hunting for a rat.

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ahawkwardguy:

It wasn’t every day a cellphone was held up to his face at random as it read aloud things Clint didn’t quite understand. He jerked back slightly and gave the woman a look over. “Uh, what?” He glanced at the displayed text, catching the end of it. “…I don’t.. think so?” She either hated speaking or she couldn’t. Clint set his paper coffee cup down to sign.

(are)  ← you  ↝👄 mute (?) (do)  ← you S I G N (?)

  No... so he wasn’t from her world. Or at the very least, he wasn’t involved in her ward. Then... where had she seen him before? She was about to type another message on her phone, when she glanced up, in time to catch him signing. She’d learned it when she first came to this city, in hopes of communicating when necessary, but once she’d gotten her cell phone, she hadn’t used it at all. In fact, no one in this city she’d met thus far knew sign language. But here he was, and she was a bit out of practice.

  She nodded at the question, tucking her phone away so both hands were free to sign back.      → In a sense. I cannot speak English, and I prefer not to speak at all unless it’s necessary. Well... she could speak English, but not safely. That wasn’t something she needed to explain to a stranger, however.  → Sorry if my question was confusing. You look familiar, but I don’t know where I’ve seen your face before.

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@ahawkwardguy

  Quiet squinted at the man who seemed to be doing nothing other than minding his business. Her head tilted slightly to the side, hair tickling her bare shoulder as she shamelessly stared. She couldn’t help but think about how... familiar he looked. There was just something about him that made her wonder if they hadn’t met somewhere before. Maybe he was a soldier from Mother Base? If so, this encounter could really only go one or two ways. Caution be damned, she approached, cell phone in hand.

  She held the device up for him to read, though her phone read the message aloud as well. [ Are you from Mother Base? Or Cipher? X.O.F.? Your face... it’s familiar. Have we met? ]

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suplex51:

This felt real. This all felt so beautifully real. The softness of her lips pressing so hard against his own, the firmness of her butt… The way she returned his advances, not only without complaint, but with actual glee. As much as Travis tried to just lose himself in it all, however, a small voice in the back of his mind couldn’t shake the paranoia. What if this was only another lucid dream?

But then Quiet stopped the kiss, and she embraced Travis further. No sexual overtones, just… a sense of longing. Intimacy in its most pure. And it was then that the otaku finally allowed himself to fully realize: This was no dream. This was Quiet, the only woman Travis had ever gotten to know so intimately, so many times. 

And likely the only one he ever would. 

The only woman who never used his thirst to manipulate him. The only woman who looked at him the way she did. The only woman that constantly called Travis what he wanted to be: a hero. 

So, why had she left him- 

Travis wasn’t going to think about that. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t even going to resume the makeout-into-probable-sex session until Quiet gave a signal. For right now, he was just going to embrace the silent assassin right back, lose himself in her scent just like she- 

There, a signal! Enough of this mushy crap! 

His thoughts, not mine. 

Travis gave his signature perverted smirk, staring right into Quiets eyes. He brought her inside, just enough to slam the door behind him shut with a kick. And then? He slammed her against the wall (keeping his strength in mind), and re-captured her lips, more heated than before, pressing his whole being up against hers. 

Travis had a feeling that catching up would only get in the way of things.

  He’d looked so soft and gentle, so completely content to see her again. She could’ve sworn she saw a flash of something behind those aviators, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. In its place, he smirked. And oh, did Quiet know what that meant. 

  As soon as her back hit the wall, the sniper gasped softly before eagerly returning the kiss. If this is what he wanted, she wouldn’t complain. She would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t want to be with him or that she was alright with waiting until after they talked. Quiet was a sniper. She was patient - that was a great deal of what made her so effective as a weapon. But with Travis, she was constantly reminded that she was more than a weapon. She was a person, a friend. A woman worth being with. 

  She smiled softly into the kiss for a moment, her hands slipping into his jacket to encourage him to take it off. Whether he did or not, Quiet tugged off both of her gloves so that when her hands crept up his shirt, she felt his bare skin on her own. She held him closer, palms resting on his lower back in a sort of loose hug. She wanted to be closer to him, she’d spent the past month feeling guilty for leaving without a word, and lonely without his warmth both physical and emotional. Feeling like she’d betrayed him. Just like she betrayed everyone else who had ever gotten close to her. That was her curse. Betrayal, lies, deception, and pain. 

  Quiet knew his past. Knew just how many people had hurt him, how many people he’d lost and how fucked up his relationships were. But she’d left him behind regardless. She’d left him behind, and he welcomed her with open arms. Was this taking advantage of him and his kindness? Her nails dug into his skin, almost hard enough to break skin. This would’ve been impossible if they’d tried anything other than this. Talking would have broken her - and here she thought she was ready to face him. She was starting to understand why he’d been so eager to push her up against the wall over holding her.

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Slithers in your inbox and hisses

  [ Hello yes, pet control? I’d like to report a lost, broken Snake. It’s just crawling around hissing. I think it has some kind of disease. Oh, sure, I’ll hold. ]

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Travis isn't cool or strong

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illimitexabominer:

It was a good thing she’d started carrying her phone around. Upon spotting Quiet, she dug out her phone and waited for the text. Yep, as expected.

“Hello again Miss Quiet. Things have been quite well. How about you? It’s been a while since I saw you. Then again, I’ve been pretty busy.”

  [ I know, and I’m sorry for not telling you before I left. I needed some time to myself, so I haven’t seen anyone in the past month. ]

  [ What’s been keeping you busy? Hopefully it’s nothing worse than Travis goofing off during movie nights. ]

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coluberfoxii:

He sighs, Quiet had stayed the same after all- but this is not the time to argue on wether or not she’s a tool. So he’s just happy she’s back in one piece. “I’d think that’s the opposite of finding oneself but, you do you.”

“About me well, I don’t know. A lot has happened.”

  [ Don’t worry - I’m not about to go back to my ways of betrayal and lies. It was just nice to reminisce. I needed time to myself. I haven’t had that since I became Quiet. ] Perhaps that’s how she should have worded it, rather than using the ‘t’ word around her friend. Her... well, he wasn’t her son, but she didn’t mind the time she’d spent sharing a roof and caring for him when he was injured.

  [ Do you want to talk about what happened? Or would you rather focus on something else? ] She wouldn’t mind either way. In truth, she was hoping he’d know where Venom went. Quiet hadn’t seen him anywhere yet.