β β theβ name'sβ ocelot. β β youβ knowβ whoβ iβ am.
SELECTIVE && INDIE PORTRAYAL OF REVOLVER OCELOT FROM THE METAL GEAR SOLID SERIES. mdni, 20+ only. WRITTEN BY πΏπΈππ΄π». see also: @sorrcw, @lgaku.
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β β theβ name'sβ ocelot. β β youβ knowβ whoβ iβ am.
SELECTIVE && INDIE PORTRAYAL OF REVOLVER OCELOT FROM THE METAL GEAR SOLID SERIES. mdni, 20+ only. WRITTEN BY πΏπΈππ΄π». see also: @sorrcw, @lgaku.
the nice thing about the torture chamber is that itβs the one place you can really be yourself
"i've never led you astray." @cnebcss / BB!
adam laughs.
if that isn't the joke of all goddamn jokes. even as devoted as he is, every part of him happily ready to be tossed overboard at the slightest twitch of john's finger, he knows that's the biggest bullshit he's ever been fed. john has certainly led him astray - that's the only damn direction he ever goes. if he struck to the safe and comfortable path, nothing would ever get done, and he knows that.
he can't help but wonder, as he muffles his laughter into his gloved palm, if john was being actually serious about that. he was getting so stern, so taciturn in his old age⦠adam had said some of his usual dramatics about following him anywhere, and john had given him that in response.
he has to wipe a tear. ββ and here i was beginning to think you'd lost a bit of your humor.β β he sighs, leaning back in his chair. ββ doesn't matter if you do, boss. if that isn't clear by now, i don't know what to tell you.β β
// ive been in such a writing funk lately but when the demons come back to my heart i will be getting to my inbox. this i PROMISE. feel free to ask for my discord in the meantime. smiles big.
send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on
I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something youβve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!
// ocelot pre mgs3 watching raikov and volgin: tch. romantic and sexual attraction is below me, God's Perfect Spy. these people are Fools. i cant wait to be done with this assignment. ocelot post "you're pretty good": honestly the philosophers are a bunch of washed up clowns anyway. this guy knows what its about. i need to eat everything he eats and memorize all his fighting techniques and play russian roulette juggling to watch him squirm and follow his every move for the rest of his life,
// old man with long hair and beautiful mustache who is in toxic yaoi love with a morally dubious man who is older than him. revolver ocelot or loid warframe.
// i accept my bosselot in All Flavors but forever am i partial to "reciprocated but big boss has work tomorrow he dont got time to think about all that".
// "with a smile on his face, he destroyed himself for big boss's sake," biting the mgs4 novel tearing it up with my hands dousing it in milk drinking the milk out throwing it at a wall making a dull thud sound
// if you notice a spelling or grammar error in any of my posts you must understand that i am Stupid,
' i'm surprised he didn't kill you. ' >:3c
ocelot huffs and pulls his jacket all the way up over his shoulders, securing it around himself in a hurry. his temples are throbbing and there's a burning smell in his nostrils that won't go away - likely the smell of his own sizzling flesh.
his position within volgin's spetsnaz faction was ever-rising, and mostly untouchable; he was the son of a war legend, regardless of if there was a name or not, and his exceedingly strict upbringing meant that he was a cut above every other man. volgin had noticed that.
the colonel did not care for ocelot's cocky attitude and wished to put his mettle to the test; a man like that only had one answer to every problem. it boiled under his blood. it was torture, plainly. several rounds of shocks that could have killed him⦠but he was trained to be sturdier than that, and volgin didn't want to murder a valuable asset while it could still serve him.
the last thing ocelot wanted in the aftermath of it all was to be bothered by his pet. the lights in the interrogation room are too bright, he has to squint as he forces himself to his feet, the race of pain up his spine like a fresh shock making him stagger.
ββ some of usβ¦β β ocelot exhales hard, collecting his beret off the floor and slowly fixing it back onto his head. ββ have actual value in this unit, major.β β he spits through grit teeth. he just wants to leave, but of course, the pest stands fully in the doorway. he knows how things go; if he lays a hand on raikov he'll be in for another round that will be far less forgiving.
"you expecting a kiss?" @cnebcss from BB β€οΈ
twenty years ago, he probably would've blushed at that.
adam couldn't keep his emotional responses in check back then, the pale canvas of his skin blotted with red at the littlest of provocations, especially from john. time and experience has put him in far better control, so the most he does is scoff and look down at the whiskey trapped in his gloved hand.
(there's a soft dust of pink across his nose. he can never keep all his doors closed to john.)
ββ you offering one?β β he retorts back, sweeping his gaze back over to the man next to him. he's perched on john's hospital bed, a roll of bandages sitting on the side table next to a vase of grass lilies. it's a shame, having to bandage his face up; the phantom's a close match, but there's nothing quite like the original to him. even if he'll be forgetting that soon.
// old man bosselot on my heart and mind.
// ocelot had a cat at least once in those 50 years. AT LEAST ONCE.
// exceedingly relevant image.