All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid. This Bird – observing others When frosts too sharp became Retire to other latitudes –Quietly did the same – But differed in returning – Since Yorkshire hills are green – Yet not in all the nests I meet – Can Nightingale be seen –
i only get off my bike when i fall in love, or fall dead.
this is an independent and selective roleplaying blog for EVA from hideo kojima’s metal gear solid series. as this is a sideblog, follows / asks / etc. will come from @ciircumserpent. i will also not be using icons on this blog.
* mun has a chronic hand condition that makes typing for long periods difficult, as well as schooling and a job, therefore activity may be spotty.
PERSONAL BLOGS ( non-roleplay blogs ), you should NOT be reblogging my writing. I WILL BLOCK YOU. my writing isn’t for your blog, it’s for my partners. you are welcome to read it and enjoy it and like it if you want to, but reblogging it makes it difficult for me to keep track of and spreads it outside of my circle, which i’m not okay with.
MINORS, you should NOT be following this blog. I WILL BLOCK YOU. this is for your safety and mine and i’m sorry, but it has to be this way. if i follow you and you are a minor, assume that i didn’t see it. you can either reach out to me or block me. i will unfollow immediately.
rules are below the cut.
i. there will be some extreme nsfw content on this blog ( gore, child murder, etc. ). anything involving children will be non-sexual. if you need something tagged, tell me. again, MINORS SHOULD NOT BE FOLLOWING OR INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG. i am a grown adult, i am not comfortable with that.
ii. this blog is low activity - i am a student and i work.
iii. this blog is heavily historically-based while incorporating metal gear’s edited history; however, i’m not interested in roleplaying bigotry ( racism, sexism, etc. ) so it probably won’t crop up here.
iv. i prefer para over all other methods of roleplay, but if you want to use script, that’s fine.
v. you do not need to format to roleplay with me. i use small text - tell me if you’re having trouble reading what i’m writing so I can bump the size back up for you.
vi. in-character drama is welcome in moderation; ooc drama is not. i do not reblog callout posts. if you feel my interacting with someone is putting myself or others in danger, please bring some form of proof when you approach me.
vii. i am always open to interacting with more than one of the same character, and ocs. i enjoy crossovers. if you’re a multimuse blog, when interacting with my posts please also specify muse.
viii. the mun uses he / him pronouns but is not a man; you can call me samuel. i’m autistic. i don’t really mask on this blog. direct communication is best with me. i am very forward with my opinions.
ix. i am open to shipping, but i will block for incest ( eva / any of the snake kids ).
x. if you made it this far, thank you; please jump into my ask box whenever you need me, or tag/mention me in a post & we can get started. i am not exclusive to mutuals, so i do not need to be following you for you to interact with me. it’s a way to keep my dash free of clutter, and threading with me is the best way to convince me to follow you!
"I don't know, Snake." It's not his name anymore, but she doesn't particularly care. This might as well be pillow talk -- with a brick wall between them, but there's something to be said for mutual masturbation. "You could count on me." She smiles, the same smile she wore years ago in Groznyj Grad. Identical, down to the last crease in the lip. Eva fights her own battle against the times, one which involves facepaint and body armour, in an urban environment.
let me put this in terms you can fucking understand. our toddler, david mark 23 socom doe, “infiltrated” a “restricted area” and ate all of my makeup because you weren’t fucking watching him.
let me put this in terms you can fucking understand. our toddler, Falco Mewtwo Martinez, “wavedashed” straight into a “stage hazard” because you weren’t fucking watching him.
imagine waking up from a coma and one of your many wives just did dog surgery on a doctor to turn him into you and another one is in some kind of insane prison situation and the one you weren't speaking to pre-coma is who's picking you up like time to go to my safe house and eat imported snacks and watch dumb movies!
something uniquely kojima and hellish about the eden trio representing the three great powers of the Cold War only for them all to turn out to be white americans. we have to live the truth of japanese-hawaiian big boss russian-american ocelot and chinese eva. the polycule cannot be all-american.
human pregnancy is so wild to me. like, you can just create another consciousness. and you can do it accidentally in the Cheesecake Factory parking lot
