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independent EVA from Metal Gear Solid. est. 8/15 selective, private & nsfw. written by COLE.

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Not for honor, but for you. 

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He was a rebel, a wild child, he heard; heard in between his father’s disarming laughter sighs that had, on the other hand, never been in accord with it in front of him. The corner of his view held his brother, all but stunned in what must be delight for as often as he had bemoaned it. When Genji had relished talk of himself just a moment ago the sudden change in tone had even made a bite of his meal turn bitter in his mouth.

At once, it was the wrong sort of attention. He looked to his father, thought his mother tongue would ring as unsolved code to their guest, when in a faint lull of the discussion of him he made his request run down his tongue fast; wholly as though he had no want to keep the taste. “ を残してもいいですか？ ”

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     her Japanese is rusty, spoken more slowly and with more careful thought behind her words than the English or Chinese ( primary and secondary, accordingly ) that fall from her tongue on the daily.  his words, however, are familiar enough that she catches his meaning -- and the clear discomfort in his body language, slender shoulders nearly forming peaks at his ears, only furthers his obvious desire to leave, and fast.       she briefly catches the offended look the eldest Shimada shoots in Genji’s direction, the man’s lips parting in readiness to spew forth more venom towards his son ----- but she’s quick to step in, her own mouth tugging into a small smile to counteract the anger present on his father’s face. 

       ❛ daijōbu, ❜  she insists, one pale hand rising to give a dismissive wave.  ❛ if he doesn’t feel well, we shouldn’t force him to stay. ❜ 

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❛ grapes of wrath can only sweeten your wine. ❜

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       the comment was needlessly cryptic, but from what EVA had seen these past few months, that’s simply how the legendary soldier operated.  even for someone that specialized in the art of deception and secrecy, there was a strong, impassive front The Boss put forth that EVA simply couldn’t crack, couldn’t wear down long enough to catch a glimpse of what lay beneath.  it was impressive, to say the least, though her admiration didn’t stop there.        The Boss knew what went on behind the scenes, what sorts of things “Tanya” endured at the hands of their sadistic commander.  every time she looked away or chose not to hear the cries of protest and pain that tore from the young woman’s throat night after night, EVA could see something flicker behind those bright blue eyes.  maybe she was being too hopeful, but there was something that resembled anger in the way The Boss’ shoulders tensed when Volgin so much as laid a finger on Tanya – so, perhaps, that anger was meant to be read in her comment as well.       there’s a weak smile, and then —–  ❛ i could use a drink. ❜

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❛ i don’t know you anymore. ❜

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     the resemblance is uncanny.  seeing him for the first time nearly made her heart stop, and even now, gazing upon his face is almost painful.  the rugged, scruffy good looks, slightly chiseled by time, stress and patchwork scars.  the stony, impassive expression, mouth set in his trademark frown.  and his eye – that one, lonesome eye that somehow carried the same fiery, combatant spirit that she’d come to adore so long ago.  it was all so familiar, so painfully familiar —– and yet, somehow so foreign.       it’s all artificial.  that much, she knows.  was this what he would have looked like?  would this have been his face, worn and tattered by years of conflict and loss?  before she can stop herself, she finds one hand reaching towards his face, pale fingers gently brushing against one of the stitch-like scars that mars his skin.  it even feels the same, and the almost nauseating, twisting feeling that rises in her gut makes her pull away, shoulders bristling as she pushes her emotions aside, nostalgia be damned.  he wasn’t Jack, no – but the distance between them, the utter disregard, was all too familiar. 

        ❛ you never knew me anyway. ❜

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     ok but real talk this genuinely caught her off guard.  she’s so used to hearing nothing but “i want you” that the first time she hears someone say that they need her, that she’s something more than just the eye candy she’s been shaped into, is like a shock to her system.  she was more than willing to give up at that point bc she knew her injury would be holding him back -- and even without his clarification that he needed her to fly the plane, the mere idea of being worth something to someone as a person, as herself  ( and not a carefully-constructed persona )  was enough to keep her going.

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mom he's getting the nukes again.

goddammit this is the third time i’ve told him that nukes aren’t allowed in this household 

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come over so we can talk abt how our ex boyfriend ain't shit and also tell ocelot that his boots are stupid

i’ll bring the bacardi and instant noodles  ;^) 

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Kaz and Eva are best friends and they bully Ocelot ( with love obv )

for @yuki2305

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@warprofit

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           it's so easy to get lost in constantly having to present whatever face you believe a person wants to see rather than your own, yet we hesitate to surrender all of our insecurities.  IT’S SUCH A PARADOX, ISN’T IT?

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new tag dump. 

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WHICH FILM NOIR ARCHETYPE ARE YOU? take the quiz here and post your result. repost, don’t reblog.

RESULT: the good woman

KEY CHARACTERISTICS:  conventional, nurturing, nonthreatening, realistic, loyal

while many may go after you for being boring, you have achieved something they lack: a place in the conventional world.  what this means is that you are capable of maintaining the illusion of safety, a beacon that calls friends and family to you in their time of need. your caring attitude makes you an asset to all who befriend you, and your realistic outlook keeps them from flying into dangerous situations unguarded. you will work hard to eliminate temptations from your life, and the lives of those close to you.

FILM RECOMMENDATIONS:   out of the past, the big heat

TAGGED BY:   @warprofit  thanks pal :^) TAGGING:  uhh idk if you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged

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       “Listen well, for Snake’s sake.” She had to tell someone – Jack had to know. The Boss had seen his face when they had encountered each other; he would never accept this, would never recover from it unless he understood that she hadn’t truly abandoned him. Now that she had her hands on the Legacy, Volgin didn’t matter anymore. “I never defected to the Soviet Union. I’m an agent for the United States of America.”

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        And now the truth was out in the open.  The Boss had come clean about her intentions, about the front she’d had to maintain all this time.  She’d allowed such horrible things to happen to her student --  Jack’s broken arm, the battles against the Cobras, the loss of his eye -- and despite EVA’s own years of being undercover, being someone else, the dedication this woman had for her mission gave her chills.         ❛ I... I see, ❜  was her initial response, still trying to wrap her head around this new development.  She was sure that Jack would be elated to know that his mentor had never truly betrayed him, that she was still dedicated to her cause -- but exactly how far was she willing to go?  Certainly, Volgin would notice that EVA was missing, and if ( or, more likely, when ) he realized that The Boss had been the one to save her, the soldier’s cover would be blown.  Why was she risking the success of her mission for another double agent...?         ❛ Why-- why are you helping me? ❜

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mom mom MOM MOM MOM.

jes daveed hoo mae i help u 

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his father is dead, and he hears him in the late hours of the afternoon, sometimes. 

that’s the first thing he tells her about his family. (discounting his mother; she’s the strong, blond woman who looks like she is going to tear down this school with her bare hands. his accent is soft, slavic, with some american intonation.) 

he died last year. 

adam isn’t sure how much she believes him. but she seems sympathetic, at least. he’s tired of talking about his family. 

(he sometimes feels as if his mother loves  john more than she loves him. the son that  is not her son.)

‘ do you want to go somewhere? ‘ 

he doesn’t know where. just away. 

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She’s well aware of the insecurities that plague him.  Even without his brutal honesty on the matter, the waver in his voice betrays the feelings he’d kept locked away for God only knew how long.  It wasn’t as though she didn’t understand; no, if anything, she wanted nothing more than to tell him exactly how much she empathized with his situation, how well she knew the struggles of the loneliness he felt.  But she didn’t.  Couldn’t. Years of keeping her heart under lock and key had made her a tough nut to crack -- and she’d gotten so used to pretending that she wasn’t quite sure where the facade ended and Tatyana began.  For now, she was just Eva, and she liked it better that way.   For now, above all, she was his friend.       ❛ Sure.  Are you hungry?  I swear, the school lunches get worse every year. ❜

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       “There’s something I need to tell you.” She hoisted the other woman higher up on her back, carrying her towards the exit with steady steps. Whatever execution Volgin had planned for the traitorous Tatyana, it wouldn’t happen today. This girl had a more important role to play. “Are you listening, EVA.”

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           She was.  And although the weakened state of her body wouldn’t allow a proper, verbal response, she was hanging onto The Boss’ every word as though her life depended on them -- and after Volgin’s furious tirade following Tatyana’s betrayal, she was well aware that it did.  Dry, cracked lips stained with flecks of blood part long enough for her to force out a small, ❛ Yes. ❜  

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oh jesus oh shit pls do that five times fucked thing for our trash

five times our muses did the nasty || selectively accepting

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