ШАЛАШАСКА. ⁽¹⁸⁺⁾

play with me, my love, in the summer sun, i'll be waiting in your favourite cheshire grin. affiliated with isola radiale.

[katzengesicht]

KATZENGESICHT — see here ... when boss says "jump", i jump! so when the boss comes and tells me to paint mother base pink ... well! bubblegum? or fuchsia?

affiliated revolver ocelot from metal gear solid. as loved by lucifer (24, they/he). header credit found here.

(content warning: drug use, addiction/withdrawal, torture, hypnosis/unreality, war. please read my rules before interacting.)

the first fictional simp and catboy in one.

world's cuntiest war criminal, who has mastered being inauthentic to the point of never having developed a proper personality in the first place, everything about him is a carefully calculated facade.

raised as a weapon of war, super spy and double/triple/quadruple agent in so many different political and military forces, after getting taken from his parents at birth.

just barely human-passing. just because i'm in the shape of a person doesn't mean i am one. can't have identity issues if you don't have an identity.

he's a cowboy, but also no he isn't. but he is. but he isn't. wears cowboy boots with spurs, plus the notorious red gloves and scarf. speaks with a southern drawl that's entirely made up.

got beaten in combat one (1) time at twenty years old and decided to dedicate the rest of his life to the guy that beat him.

in this dedication, he is actively trying to tear the world asunder, as long as it's for that one person. no hurdle too high, no line in the sand too deep, no violence too grotesque. ocelot has no limits, except the ones he sets for himself in favour of efficiency.

twirls his loaded guns in a montage for entire fourty-two seconds. he's an incredible marksman, but he's also insufferable about it.

most of the time, ocelot is a mischievous, flamboyant, confident soldier, who likes pushing buttons where he shouldn't. often infuriating to be around, he picks his company carefully, and puts up an act accordingly.

he's also a walking encyclopedia of wildlife facts.

revolver ocelot did not wear little red scarf and gloves and hat and the cowboy boots to the jungle just for men who can't read to say that no one is gonna be the first gay in metal gear. don't worry mr. ocelot. i saw your cowboy boots.

ass so flat, he has to sit gently so he doesn't shatter his pelvis.

LINKS — APP. STATS.

[fiafey]

forever HEARTBROKEN we didn’t get 70s ocelot.

[encarnal]

@katzengesicht​     /     s.c

           UPON  LIPS  FORMS  A  SMILE ,             nothing  which  ever  reaches  the  eyes ,   more  muscle  memory  than  routine .   the  bar’s  counter  ,   aside  from  long  -  finished  glasses  of  varying  liquor ,    is  full  of  treasures  collected   /   stolen  on  a  moment’s  whim .   belial  may  not  deign  ocelot  with  any  concept  of  personal  space ,   but  he  does  at  least  offer  an  answer  to  their  inquiry .

         ❛❛   mine?   ‘dunno ,   i haven’t checked .   you could join me .   if you find mine ,   you can keep it .   ❜❜

         there  was  little  fun  to  be  found  acknowledging  forth  the  paralyzing  pain  in  the  hollow  of  one’s  unavailable  memories ,   so  he  wouldn’t .     why  mourn  what  you  do  not  remember ?    instead .   this ,   THIS  SHORT  TERM  INDULGENCE  was  a  far  more  agreeable  pull  of  his  interests .

          ❛❛    oh ,   this one is cute .   makes me feel like a mom at their kiddo’s recital .   ❜❜               red  gaze  watches  the  fragment  he  holds  in  the  palm  of  his  hand ,   a  specter  of  somebody’s  memory  lost   :      child  -  sized  palms  running  methodically  across  the  polished  ivory  keys  of  the  piano .   it  appears  to  be  quite  the  vivid  memory ,   the  melodic  playing  of  some  unimpressive  tune ,   followed  by  all  the  sound  of  childish  inquiry   [  ‘mama ,   did i do good ?’ ]   ——      the  memory  ends  abrupt  as  fallen  angel  lets  it  drop  dully  atop  bar  counter .

          ❛❛   not really my kind of thing though .   ❜❜

         he  was  not  so  foolish  as  to  believe  he  could  sustain  himself  on  memories  not  his  to  keep  alone   ——      SIMPLE  DISTRACTION .   belial  hopes  to  make  a  feast  of  it ,   to  consume  from  inside  -  out ,   even  if  he  pulls  away  from  it  empty  -  bellied .   STARVING.

        another  fragment  is  tossed  ocelot’s  way ,   &   when  the  primal  beast  turns  to  regard  him  once  more ,   it  is  with  a  bittersweet  half  -  smile .

         ❛❛   try .   ❜❜

[katzengesicht]

   NOTHING TO BE LOST HERE, IS THERE? instead, there's only information to gain. ocelot didn't even have to do the work of stealing all of these bits and pieces of people's lives ... belial delivers them to him on a silver platter. maybe out of boredom, or some sort of enjoyment, further exposing a stranger's secrets to another person. ocelot isn't sure quite yet, but this, too, he can figure out by participating. intrigued, the cat leans in.

   you could join me. ' gladly, sweetheart. '

   sitting at this bar, empty of any guests, most citizens busy hunting for their memories, it's easy to slide into belial's space in retaliation, though he's aware it won't annoy either of them. the half-smile is something he's seen plenty of times, though it's not accompanied by anger or a threat of violence ... to see him so jaded?

   it's interesting. it makes ocelot wonder.

   what was stolen from you?

   red gloves grasp the memory given, and for a second, ocelot is overtaken by the memory of somebody flying. it's not belial— it's not anyone he knows. the sensation is familiar, having spent plenty of time in helicopters. even as the person in this memory dips, a light laughter on their lips as they descend into a fall controlled and graceful, ocelot isn't surprised.

   there's an ease to this he isn't fond of. he doesn't let it show, doesn't even feel it much other than slight displeasure in the pit of his stomach, something he's gotten used to since this whole memory business started. instead of acknowledging it, he reaches for belial's wrist, consciously taking it a step further than the other has.

   his touch is gentle. it could not be, but it is. red leather slides against pale skin as he turns his hand as far as he's allowed, sliding the same memory into his palm. slowly, deliberately. he's not looking at their hands as he does it, instead keeping his gaze on belial, blue now piercing. ' take a look. this one's boring. got anything else for me? ' closing belial's hand around the memory, ocelot smiles slyly.

   ' somethin' more exhilarating, if i'm allowed t'be greedy. '

[hierichc]

Romanus has met so many people who were interested in dragons AND all for the wrong reasons. They'd want to make weapons out of them, use them in other ways, steal things from them, hunt them down, the list is endless. He doesn't get that kind of feeling from this guy, but it still doesn't mean that Romanus doesn't feel a sense of protect for the fellow dragons that are here. Rhea and Gyess and whether she knows or not, Byleth as well. Man, but there's really no point in hiding huh?

"I'm not." he answers simply to both.

"You don't think you'd be scared of seeing a dragon up close?" And another playful jab, really. Ocelot looked like the kind of guy who could handle just about anything. Even being at the face of a dragon!

[katzengesicht]

OCELOT ALLOWS HIMSELF A SNORT, something like genuine amusement now tinging his tone and demeanor. he can recognize a test of will when he sees it, not actually looking for a direct answer to his question. there's a challenge in there, too, though ocelot's fairly sure that's just his own interest in pushing buttons when told not to.

   when it's useful, at least. doesn't seem like pushing buttons in this situation will get him any farther. he can play along.

   ' no, sir. i've seen plenty in my lifetime. would love t'hear what kinda things you've seen. ' his gaze goes to his own jacket, wrapped around romanus' hips, before he raises it to meet his eyes again, feignin politeness. cocky, isn't he? ' the name's ocelot. y'wanna get somewhere more comfortable? '

[katzengesicht]

m.gs3 remake announced. u know what this means

[katzengesicht]

' STOP IT. '

   that does slip out harsher than he intends it to, no casual lilt to the words at all, and ocelot stills a bit more after they spill out of him, carefully recalculating control over himself. the frustration that it sparks doesn't necessarily matter— what does, very much matter, is getting jersey to leave him alone.

   or, maybe, that doesn't matter either. would django be awfully upset, were she not around anymore? it was the reason he came here initially, to seek the man out, only to be met with her instead.

   tucking a hair behind his ear, ocelot sighs, apparently a bit more complacent. ' i'm flattered by the attention, ' absolutely dripping with sarcasm, ' but y'gotta learn how to read a room. i have better things to do right now than to listen to your ramblin'. '

@indomitableblackdragon / event starter call

[katzengesicht]

THERE IS AN ITCH, UNDER HIS SKIN. the moment ocelot forgot, he's been scrambling to figure out why.

   for somebody with his training, it was a fairly noticeable difference— but what a strange experience, to wake without being trapped somewhere, and knowing something was done to you either way. he, of course, doesn't remember how that was done, either, which is parts impressive, parts infuriating.

   his mind has always been his most prideful asset. now that it's been messed with ... well. there's an itch, and he intends to scratch it.

   watching the nearby interaction go by, ocelot isn't amused, not even necessarily intrigued. but watch, he does, observing the argument between two passerby, strangers, as they seemingly rile each other up without meaning to. one snarky remark met with resistance, followed by another, and another, until the man with red hair seemingly has enough of it, annoyed about being approached in the first place, as belligerent as it was.

   when he bumps into ocelot, away from the initial aggressor, you could very much call it bad timing. you could, if it wasn't intentional on the cat's part. he doesn't stumble, or apologize, having anticipated the collide, merely stares down at him.

   ' a bit dramatic, don't you think? ' he doesn't really have the time for this, an interaction neither fruitful nor useful. but blue eyes narrow anyways, mockery in plain sight. ' t'get so upset ... for no real reason. that easy to goad you on? '

@emeraldxsplash / event starter call

[katzengesicht]

slides this into the tag before part two of the event drops. some info and starter call slapped into one! the only important memory ocelot will be lacking is the last nine years of his life, starting at the point right after he got a phone call about john's coma following a helicopter crash. in the following years, ocelot spent a lot of time and effort alongside kazuhira miller to be able to rebuild john's army and to prepare everything for his inevitable return: forgetting these efforts of theirs, ocelot will be more frantic and violent, less calculated about his moves, a lot more desperate to leave the city. so i'll make this a starter call capped at 2! expect ocelot to be more confrontational, and thusly, a bit more honest.

[grendel-menz]

I like how Kaz will just say anything

[mcflymemes]

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #7

if you want to stop by and finish this conversation, you're welcome anytime.

you really believe your little story's gonna make a difference when there's a gun to our heads?

it was dreadful of me to even suggest it.

one day you'll meet someone and it'll literally take your breath away.

i thought somebody stole it.

so it's always just about sex, then?

welcome to new york!

you really are something.

i'm ready to be done with this.

oh, i'd like that.

and i thought i performed the perfect murder.

we're not together.

we made history today.

how does a man get shot from the front and have the body land here?

we've been over this before.

the whole country is watching you. they just don't know it.

be careful with that thing.

there are only bad options. it's about finding the best one.

i'm starving.

here. buy yourself a personality.

i'm gonna leave this coat in the car.

i took this meeting out of respect, because i wanted to say no to your face.

what is it about me that you find so irresistable?

it's gonna haunt you for the rest of your days.

you won't be alone.

i've been in love. i went down the rabbit hole.

i really have to stop buying into this bullshit hollywood cliche of true love.

remind me never to play poker in this town.

no one will think less of you.

you know what i discovered?

you can walk away.

my ears pop in an elevator.

let me clear your head up for you. i had absolutely nothing to do with the crime.

in your condition, i should call the police.

i knew you could do it!

why do i get the feeling this is the first real commitment you've ever made?

you have a boat?

if we wanted applause, we would have joined the circus.

maybe i'll give it to you.

this is what i do. i get people out. and i've never left anyone behind.

you know i love you, don't you?

you got a gun on you?

i'm trying to explain something that is not explainable.

you've been checking up on me.

i really don't have any choice.

i would like you to bullshit me.

could you do me a favor?

you are trespassing. get down from the sign.

this is the best bad idea we have.

what, you guys going out now?

sometimes a man has to be big enough to see how small he is.

whatever i hear, i won't believe.

would you order me something while you're there?

why in the shit would we do that?

i saved myself.

i wouldn't qualify for that.

i don't remember having a good time.

don't fucking shoot anybody.

i'm just doing my job.

this is your last warning.

are you trying to make me mad?

why are you telling me this?

then why the hell did you agree to do it?

do you want to live here?

you've got a good ear for music.

what an unpleasant surprise.

i hope you were watching carefully.

no, we're just friends. we're messing around a little bit.

brace yourself. it's like talking to those two old fucks on the muppets.

i've been poor my whole life.

how's someone supposed to make a living here?

how the fuck have you managed to stay out of prison for a year?

how are you doing today?

i'm not here to pry into your personal life.

how keen of you to notice.

who's the target audience?

i'm tired of the way they look at me.

now if we get separated, i'll know where to meet up.

i like this side of you.

you say one more word, and i'll cut you down right here.

i'm not gonna kill you. not like this.

we did suicide missions in the army that had better odds than this.

you want me to be honest with you?

i didn't know, but i'm always glad to hear that.

you'll fit right in.

give me your pants!

i forgot to add the iced tea.

why don't they ever make a movie about what happens after they kiss?

where did you find that? i've been looking all over for it.

[evnihlvy]

[katzengesicht]

DJANGO'S WATCHING. not that ocelot minds— while he's not exactly putting on a show, he also isn't speaking up for the moment, content to let him observe. adjusting his moves to something simpler, he keeps going for a bit longer, eventually huffing out an amused breath, hair slick as it falls into his face.

   ' you're starin'. ' with his back turned to the man, it's not judgemental. cheeky, sure. but at this point, he knows that it's not gonna be enough to piss django off. ' not that i can blame you, with the view n'all. ' and then he does turn, one hand tugging a sleeve back where it had slipped forward. it doesn't quite reveal the dip of his arm. ocelot was aware that he'd be noticeable, so he made sure to cover up accordingly, none of the scars poking out.

   he grins, all teeth, nods at django. ' you gonna stand all the way over there, or am i gonna have t'get you? '

@sanpatron / homosexuals sparring

[hierichc]

Don't worry Ocelot. The expensive coat will be returned cleaned and fresh and perhaps with something extra as a gift. He likes the feel of it though. However when he's about to ask Ocelot where he got his coat (not that he'd be able to get it here though), Ocelot beats him to breaking the silence.

"Yeah, actually," with a chuckle Romanus is now fixing his hair. "That'll be me. You weren't planning on trying to sneak a ride or somethin', mm?" He playfully teases. It'd be your one way ticket to getting eaten for sure.

[katzengesicht]

   HE WOULDN'T CALL IT DEFLATING, quite yet— he's not truly disappointed or baffled, though surprise definitely makes it up there, considering he was somewhat looking forward to a more complicated hunt. however, the solution is dropped right at his feet, and it immediately makes him wary, more than anything.

   still, he can work with this. no problem. just takes a bit of adjusting. if this guy is so eager to give him information, who is he to complain? visibly relaxing, putting up the image of somebody more nonchalant, ocelot's hand goes from his gun to his hip instead.

   ' if you're offerin', ' he chirrs, mirroring romanus' body language, reaching a hand up to brush his hair back. ' but i can't imagine you just give those out, huh? you the only dragon around? '

   pausing a second, he taps the tip of his shoe against the ground. ' apologies if that's rude, ' very clearly not sorry about it, ' just haven't had the pleasure, yet. '

[kleinstar]

@katzengesicht

The commotion outside draws Eiden attention for a moment. From the side window he could witness a shooting competition. Though he can't see how the shots land on the plywood plank from the bar, he can read the bodylanguage and gestures as well as here the applause. The winning participant in particular makes the result rather obvious.

With how impressed the audience seems Eiden grows curious. As the crowd disperses and leaves the alleyway Eiden takes his chance and sneaks out to take a look.

As he's leaning in for a closer look, something looms over him. Having missed the approach it's the shadow that reveals the one behind him. Though he's hardly doing anything bad it gives him a scare, faltering on his feet as he bounces up.

" Duuuuude, don't just sneak behind a guy like that!!! "

[katzengesicht]

IT WOULD ALMOST BE BORING, if ocelot wasn't somewhat starved for some action. sure, he could always go looking for trouble, but what's the use in that, if there's no goal behind it? in this case, at the very least, he got to alleviate his opponent in this particular competition of a good chunk of dust, now transferred onto his own phone. he'd call it a neat invention, if he wasn't so used to the practice in his own line of work.

   ' funny, ' he drawls, as good-natured as it'll get, with his form hovering over this poor guy. his posture casual, he doesn't seem particularly bothered, only mild interest brushing his expression. ocelot had watched passively, as eiden exited the building. ' weren't you the one sneakin'? got somewhere to be? ' obviously. that ocelot's performance managed to lure him out anyways pleases him enough to not leave the scene immediately. a hand on the bb gun now back at his hip, ocelot gives eiden a smile.

[dogdruid]

2/8/2020

[hierichc]

"Mmm, sometimes. You make a habit of shooting people with BBguns a habit?" his tease is light, almost friendly. He's cautious, unsure of what the other's intention is of course. Though when the other shrugs his jacket off and hands it over, romanus smiles and nods.

"I wouldn't give it to you as is~." And he takes the jacket appreciatively. With ease, he does actually wrap it around his lower torso. It doesn't matter with his chest. Anyway it's just him and this guy. A hand reaches over to scratch at his chest where the tattoo of a white flower is located just over his heart.

"Thank you. You, uh, you come here to explore Yesteryear or something?"

[katzengesicht]

   OCELOT ALMOST MAKES A COMMENT ABOUT making a habit of shooting people with real guns, mostly because he's still very bitter about being stuck with one of these. instead, he throws out a casual confirmation, with a nod around a small smile. ' i do. '

   watching, silently, maybe a bit baffled, as the man wraps his (quite expensive) coat around his waist like a sweater, ocelot stares blatantly, eyes following his hands. honestly, for somebody so used to hostile situations, it's a bit hard to get a read on this guy. he seems calm enough, which could be bad news for himself.

   so, how to put it? he's already started. might as well go all the way. he cocks his head. ' came to investigate a dragon, actually. you wouldn't happen to know anythin' about that? '

[sanpatron]

Please do not disturb the Bossman while he sleeps in the middle of the store. He had a very long night of getting into fights with random people.. again.

[katzengesicht]

RASPS HIS KNUCKLES against the desk, right in front of his sleeping face. isn't this cute. ' takin' a beauty nap? '