The Document of Metal Gear Solid 2 - Fortune / Helena Dolph, Olga Gurlukovich, Emma Emmerich / E.E.
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The Document of Metal Gear Solid 2 - Fortune / Helena Dolph, Olga Gurlukovich, Emma Emmerich / E.E.
"No, it's not like that. I like glasses. And...there's this guy I liked who used to wear them..."
Emma Emmerich (E.E)
Metal Gear Solid 2: Sons of Liberty 🗽 (2001)
Felt like trying to play around with the marker I've found once. Turns out I don't really like chisel tipped ones, but I'd love to try again with a brush tip!
Also I feel so bad for the Emmerich kids. I'd drown Huey myself if I only could.
there is exactly ONE fic on ao3 of emma emmerich as raiden's otacon and i just. why is this not the dominant genre of mgs fanfiction instead
An echo that follows you wherever you decide to go, we’re not as lost as how we used to— and there’s a streamline of faith and remedies that do exist. Inside of moments where you’re running towards the rain, there’s shelter inside of your tone, there’s home inside of your voice. I know sometimes you still don’t know if you’re doing everything right and in truth? Who really does? We’re all just on this pale blue rock flying through space— no one really knows if they’re doing it right, but hoping that we are is pretty damn close. You are getting closer and closer to the sun, bright enough to sear your old wounds, close enough to shut those eyelids because sleep is important too. You still snore, I hear it from time to time. You’ll always say that you don’t, but there’s a comical dance between our jokes and longings— there’s something a customer said to me that’ll always stick. He said ‘the same shit that makes you cry, makes you laugh too.’ I don’t need all of the money in the world to congratulate you on being alive. I don’t need a heart to give you my most sincere letter that reads I am very proud of you. I know that you’ll do great things and sometimes people won’t always see eye to eye with you— but what about your I? The most important part of your own life— when you look back, I don’t want you to ever regret anything. I’ve had a lot of people tell me that and now, I’m telling you. You’re going to be alright. I promise. I see it. Sleep gently into the night and happy birthday.
—a droplet’s poem
E.E. i am so sorry girl...
if only.
family photo! ☆
(with @sonofrivia)