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"from the moment we're thrown into this world, we're fated to bring each other nothing but pain and misery" [Independent Psycho Mantis]

[wachtelspinat]

maybe mgsv doesn’t quite get me yet yy but mgs itself sure does 

again.

the one with octopus is kind of old, found it on in one of my folders, and it’s based on an idea i read somewhere in the internet that mantis is helping him getting into his roles when he’s about to start the mimicry action

[thatkindoffangirl]

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Mantis, circa MGS1: "This is the first time I've ever used my power to help someone."

Mantis, circa MGSV: *saves eli's life three times in the span of ten minutes and several more times before that.../with his powers*/

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psycho mantis in MGS1: i'm just participating in liquid's rebellion so i can kill as many people as i can lol

what we know he really meant now that we've played TPP: what kind of boyfriend would i be if i didn't participate in this

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guess who feels really bad for not being around (it’s me)

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i have returned! and i’m currently watching a playthrough of “everybody’s gone to the rapture” which is absolutely gorgeous.

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i must vanish again, there is work that needs to be done! i should be back tomorrow, though. :^)

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flawedserpent:

Eli pouts when the boy teases him, and then grins as soon as he vanishes, pretending for a moment not to notice and then spinning around, grabbing at his sleeve with a grin. “Found you!” He says, laughing. “See, knew you were there!” He had, too – it was like a…a poke inside his mind, letting him know ‘here he is’. It was kinda cool.

He’s clever, Tretij realizes with some happiness. A friend, let alone one this quick, was something he’d never expected. But it’s nice, he thinks. He nods his head brightly, waving the trapped sleeve up and down jokingly, as if trying to free it.

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cloakanddaggermage:

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She just stared at the… boy. That is a small boy, right? Funny looking thing he had on his face. So skinny too. “Uh, you okay there kid?… You seem to be… Floating.” Floating child. Well then… Today has certainly gotten interesting.

The boy stares back impassively at the strange woman. She doesn’t look like she’s from around here, that’s for sure. He makes sure to drift a little higher, as if to spite her. Perhaps if he floats away she’ll just leave him alone.

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Eli attempts -- key word here is /attempts/ -- to sneak up on his friend, grinning as he grabs the boy's sleeve where he floats and tugs at it. "Luka!" He yells, loudly, and then laughs happily. "Did I sneak up on you?" He asks. "I figured it was my turn, since you do it all the time to me."

The red-haired boy turns sharply, his mask’s reflective lenses meeting Eli’s gaze. He’s not startled, but considers lying about it for a moment, if just to please Eli. 

Then he shakes his head slowly. No.

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flawedserpent:

He pouts, crossing his arms, but he’s not too upset for too long. “You’re really good at that,” he notes offhandedly. “I’m getting used to it, though. I think I’m starting to notice as soon as you turn up, even if I can’t see you!” He’s very proud of this fact. 

The floating youth mimics the gesture sarcastically, too-long sleeves hanging far past his crossed arms. He cocks his head to the side as if to ask “oh, really?” before vanishing and reappearing directly behind Eli. A small, breathy laugh escapes him before he stifles it.

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flawedserpent:

He shakes his head, chuckling. “I’ll be sure to warn you,” he says, smile settling on his face. “As long as you see fit to do the same. Ten years was far too long for my liking– why didn’t you call sooner?” He pretends to look hurt, but it can’t last long, and he snorts.

He can’t remember the last time he’s felt this…happy. Is happy the word for it? He’s felt it so few times he don’t honestly know. But whatever the case may be, Mantis – Luka – is here, with him again. And he’d probably tear apart anyone who tried to take him away. Make up for his mistakes. Luka had always been the one to protect him, and it was far past time to return the favor.

He shakes his head again, reaching out to brush fingers on the other man’s shoulder, reassuring himself the Russian was real, still there, and attempting an awkward gesture of comfort in return. They were together again, and one of the phantom pains that had been tormenting him since he woke from the dead had faded into a memory. “So dare I ask what you’ve been up to?” He asks, still smiling slightly.

“Well, I would have called. Thing is, I couldn’t get a signal,” he says, chuckling briefly himself, although it sounds more like a cough than a laugh.

Mantis can feel Liquid’s happiness emanating off him, bright as light drifting through a windowpane. It’s a surprisingly pleasant sensation, considering the other man never was a particularly content person to begin with. 

God, this is what he’s come to? Feeling sappy about another person being alive and well? This was Eli he was talking about, but still...It feels wrong, almost. Like this is something he doesn’t deserve. And that’s probably true, considering he couldn’t even find Eli for ten years, let alone try and contact him.

He resists the urge to flinch away from the minimal contact, the twinge in his brain returning like the scar of an old wound. Not painful, but sore. It’s been a long time, and the space where Eli used to be (where he is again), has been suddenly filled, emotions and the sensations washing in like the tide.

“What have I been up to? Waiting, mostly. And searching for anyone else who...made it out.” He averts his gaze for a moment. “Like I did.”

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Eli attempts -- key word here is /attempts/ -- to sneak up on his friend, grinning as he grabs the boy's sleeve where he floats and tugs at it. "Luka!" He yells, loudly, and then laughs happily. "Did I sneak up on you?" He asks. "I figured it was my turn, since you do it all the time to me."

The red-haired boy turns sharply, his mask’s reflective lenses meeting Eli’s gaze. He’s not startled, but considers lying about it for a moment, if just to please Eli. 

Then he shakes his head slowly. No.

[wachtelspinat]

23% of mgsv done and i am not pleased 8′‘( …yet.

its 99% cool gameplay and 1% story, that’s a fact that i feared but deep inside i did not expect it… after all it’s metal gear T_T and there has to be more… but no spoilers please, i will see for myself T__T !

nonetheless there is this psychic man and i love him

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hey crew, i’m back again. just an update: i’d love to do starters/follow more of you lovely people, but unfortunately i’m in college and a bit underwater with classes right now. the good news: i will most likely be more active in time, and talk to more people than my liquid (lol). the bad news: that time isn’t this week for sure. 

however! i’ll be totally happy to reply to any starters anyone would like to send my way, and anyone can just pop in and say hello. i haven’t been in the mgs community in a while, so i’d love to make some new friends. :^)

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R O L E P L A Y   C H A R A C T E R   S T A T S   S H E E T

Repost, replacing the old information with your muse’s information.

Pass it on to your mutuals for a better understanding of their muses.

Face claim:  Caleb Landry Jones (at least for past Mantis/FOXHOUND era)

Name: Luka Fyodorovich Volkov (alias Psycho Mantis, Tretij Rebenok) Age: 45 (circa 2015) Gender: Male Nationality: Russian Birthplace:  N/A (unnamed Russian village) Birthday: February 21, 1970 Sun Sign: Pisces Residence: N/A; moves quite frequently. Currently: He’s not telling you. Marital Status: Single. Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

» L I K E S

Drink: Coffee (all day every day) Food: Not a big fan of food in general, but isn’t incredibly biased towards any type in particular when forced to eat by necessity. Day or Night: Night. Snacks: Nothing. Music/Song: Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier Quote: “Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.”

Historical Character: Doesn’t have any favorites. Pet: Hasn’t ever owned one, and doesn’t want to. Book: The Metamorphosis. Colour: Dark red. Flower: Hydrangea. Sexuality: Asexual/Demiromantic

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Body type: Tall, lanky, skeletal. Eye colour: Pale blue. Hair colour: Red (in the past). Body reference: Christian Bale in The Machinist, probably.

Beauty Scale: Why are you doing this to him, get out.

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flawedserpent:

“Maybe,” he admits, managing another smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “But I was the leader, you know. You were all my responsibility. And I let you down.” I got you killed.

But he knows, like he knows the sky’s blue, that Luka would have been there anyway. Luka would always be there at his back, he’d known that as long as he’d known the man. As much as he’d complain, as much as he’d make biting remarks or roll his eyes, he’d be there. They were connected, bound together by their pasts and by years of history. He’d always be there.

He shakes his head. “But maybe you’re right. It’s been ten years…and you’re here now. Maybe it’s time I…let it rest.” Let it go. Let them lie in peace and maybe accept they won’t be mad at you, if and when you join them. A pause. “At least you’re here,” he repeats.

That’s the most important thing. Luka is there. He’s not alone, not anymore.

“See, there you go. It’s not so hard, right?” A twinge of humor colors his voice. “I wouldn’t say this to just anyone, but I think it’s fair enough if you took that weight off your shoulders. None of us blamed you.” 

He knew that for himself, and knew it well enough for the others. It had been the unspoken concession of their little rebellion. There would be death, one way or the other. Perhaps they’d been a little loose on the why and how, but it was an inevitability. It was something to respectfully leave in the past. Vengeance required effort, and he was so, so tired. 

“That’s right, I am here. And I’m not going to let you get away that easily again. Although I’d appreciate it if you gave me a head’s up the next time you return from the grave.” 

And he hopes, despite himself, that he’ll never have to abandon Eli again.

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flawedserpent:

“It has,” he says, and he wants to grab the other man again, just put a hand on his shoulder or something until he’s dead certain the vision won’t fade. “I wish I could answer that,” he adds with a soft chuckle, shaking his head. “I woke up in a hospital a few years ago, and here I am.”

He falls silent, staring at the man. God, when did they get so old? They were still young, relatively speaking; he was only 33, or had been when he died, and Mantis only two years older. But their experiences, their lives…sometimes it had felt like only yesterday he was an angry boy with tribal necklaces around his neck, conch shell mockingly on his hip, and Mantis was a silent boy with a mop of fiery hair and dirty bare feet. But now it felt like it had been an eternity.

“I missed you,” he says, the words and their sentimentality unfamiliar, foreign on his lips, but meant, and his voice doesn’t have a shake in it, does it? “I’m sorry, Mantis,” he adds, and he has to look away. “I…made a right mess of everything, didn’t I? I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.” 

Surprising for him, for that to be the first reaction. But now, more than ever, he had the cognizance to know that whether Eli had asked him or not, he would have been the first there to follow any harebrained scheme he hatched. Their united histories compelled them, connected them. What occurred at Shadow Moses was something that had to happen, and if he had to put his life down for someone, it would probably be the man in front of him. He had protected him long ago (so many times) and he would do it again. 

And he knew Eli, knew him like the back of his hand. He was the type of man to take things too far, to take them to heart immediately and without question. A strength and a poisonous weakness. Something especially dangerous to someone who had experienced what he had.

He sighed softly. “We’re both to blame for how things turned out, and you can’t put all that weight on yourself. Everything went wrong, crept out of your control, but that wasn’t your fault. Maybe it’s time to just let it rest.”