♩♫♪

[punishedv-blog]

♬ = singing to them

He smiled, listening to her huming. Even though he could barely hear her through the usual helicopter noises.

Still, it was relaxing and much appreciated.

[punishedv-blog]

Snake soon opened his eyes and joined her by the door, looking down at the ground. That seemed to be a rather calm, routineous mission. Refreshing, after the usually blood and grime he had to go through.

He looked around, searching for a nice sniping point he could point her to.

[weletgo-blog]

   No matter how much she enjoys his presence (and it is an awful lot...), she always feels a thrum of adrenaline when somebody comes close to her. It pricks at the nape of her neck like a pinch, and makes the parasites busy. 

   But she represses it, and slowly returns a slightly lifted foot to the floor. She can relax with his body next to her. Maybe, maybe...

   Quiet watches him, and sees the search in his eyes. She joins, and...

   “Hm.” Hums insistently, placing a hand on his padded shoulder and pointing to a rocky outcropping atop a steep hill. In half a minute she could be leaping from the bird and nestling herself secretly amongst those boulders...if Snake so chooses. 

[grauerfuchs]

The boy squeezes one eye shut and would turn the same side of his face away from her as she takes off the red—as if to preserve a make-up of war paint. 

His chin’s held fast, though, and dark color cleaned away so that just the sullen look underneath stays. It isn’t her fault that even gentler touch, to him, by now has bitter after-taste.

To slip free without another fight is all he wants and yet he’s surprised that the woman doesn’t hold him, then; that whilst her fingers catch the tips of his hair she won’t keep him, safe with a smile.

Frank’s face, even in that warm place, is frozen—hard. Perhaps she and her softness are already too late for him, but in his stagnation he yet at last opens his mouth. “Thank you.”

[weletgo-blog]

   She can’t offer him a ‘you’re welcome’, so she concedes with a half-second grin and a robust thumbs up -- just like she used to. { You’re tough, boy, and you don’t need coddling. }

   She had the room to be sillier back then. She thinks it had probably changed her for good. This boy, however, believes in his narrow world that there’s no room for a laugh, or the lighthearted feeling that gives way to one. Maybe he’ll be like that forever.

   But on to more pressing matters: Soldiers scuffle, especially the young ones, but she knows from experience that infighting will tear any organization to shreds. Quiet gestures to the remnants of blood smeared on her palm, then opens her hands to the room, fingers splayed.

{ Who hurt you? }

[artvinsky]

New Years Resolution: draw more girls and lesbs bcus girls are gr9!!! Have some Peace, Quiet and Spicy Chicken Wings.

But for real tho, i’ve been playing mgsv recently and all the girls are fantastic, and i cant wait for spicy Flaming Buffalo. But I’ve definitely fallen more for Peace and Quiet bcus of this modelswap post and this gif in particular. Im gay for impossible rarepair and girls bein happy. /)~///v///~(\

[bigbosscangotohell]

catch him

[weletgo-blog]

"Hey there little one" (give baby quiet to grumpy Kaz xDDDD <3)

   She scowls, predisposed to distrust, and glares up at the beaming face with a pouted lip. Men in all their trickery are always hiding something, be it their ulterior motives or a concealed weapon. 

   But she’s been told this man is not an enemy. She’s not convinced. His weird hairstyle and huge sunglasses smack of villainy.

   “Hi.” She blurts in her raspy child’s voice, comically blunt, and promptly steps on his foot.

[weletgo-blog]

|| i finally made a verses page!! i’ll be going through my posts and adding the appropriate tags 👍 

[punishedv-blog]

♬ = singing to them

He smiled, listening to her huming. Even though he could barely hear her through the usual helicopter noises.

Still, it was relaxing and much appreciated.

[punishedv-blog]

Snake smiled as well now. That was one of his favorites, so he didn’t had any objections. He played the casette and put it on speaker, then relaxed in his seat.

Pequod glanced at them from the cockpit and laughed softly. “Nice one…”

[weletgo-blog]

   She peers back at Pequod when he makes that soft huff of a laugh, ghost of a smile on her lips. She knows he’s fond of this song too; she’s seen the way he bops his head when he thinks nobody’s looking. She’s also seen the enthused smirk he makes when they touch down, music blasting for a brief triumphant moment in the midst of empty landscape.

   She likes that feeling too. 

   As Snake reclines, Quiet slides the door open and perches there with her hands grasping the upper lip, letting the wind whip her hair. Angola, dark and misty, stretches out below. She’ll keep her guard up, but for now, they’re only here to recruit…

   Sneaking a peek at the Phantom, she admires the way he looks with his head back, hands loosely splayed in his lap. Is this as relaxed as he gets, she wonders?

[barry-shillings]

Message me with "Hey there little one" to interact with my muse back when they were a child

[grauerfuchs]

[“Blood? Are you bleeding?”]

RP starters: Concern.

Face stained with red, dark and not yet to give way to the hues of bruises. His fingers disturb the thick trails, though, blood mixing with sweat—he’d been fighting, if she was looking for that sort of an answer.

[weletgo-blog]

   She understands. She could never speak with her words, so she spoke through her fists, screamed with her knuckles, finished private arguments with bullets. Her anger had hardened, and then softened with the years, but only after she’d known the comfort of forgiveness…

   Every blood-covered child deserved that, before they hardened too much to know what softness was.

   Quiet kneels suddenly before the boy, holding his cheeks firmly between the fingers of one hand. With the other, she wipes the blood almost mechanically from his eyes and forehead, from his nose, his lips. 

   She lets go of his face. Smiles wordlessly, and ruffles his hair with her clean hand. Partners in blind devotion should stick together.

[fyp-philosophy]

Stay close to anything that makes you glad that you’re alive.

Hafiz (via fyp-philosophy)

[punishedv-blog]

♬ = singing to them

He smiled, listening to her huming. Even though he could barely hear her through the usual helicopter noises.

Still, it was relaxing and much appreciated.

[punishedv-blog]

Seeing her curiosity, Snake understood quickly. He himself was a man of very few words, good at reading subtle clues.

So he took out the casette tapes and put them on display for her, let her choose.

[weletgo-blog]

   She appreciates his silence. This man speaks when necessary, and when he does, he’ll often have something interesting to say. The man she’s chosen to follow is ruled by an inner thoughtfulness that emerges with patience…

   She thinks on this, prompted simply by his arrangement of the cassettes. The gesture strikes a fleeting smile across her lips. Quiet sits on her heels, finger slowly, deliberately, skirting each of the labelled tapes.

   She pauses on one, looks up, grins. The Final Countdown. There’s something about listening to this one in particular as Pequod touches down that fills her with purpose. Who knew music could arouse such feelings? 

[weletgo-blog]

|| whenever i hear Africa i think about Quiet and V just hangin out in the field and quietly bonding and relying on each other and. i think Quiet likes the song a lot, particularly the chorus, and whenever it comes on she does a lil mild wiggle dance and maybe once or twice lets herself really get into it. the harmonies make her want to sing along so she’ll hum or “ahh” and she probably tries to get Snake to sing...

[punishedv-blog]

♬ = singing to them

He smiled, listening to her huming. Even though he could barely hear her through the usual helicopter noises.

Still, it was relaxing and much appreciated.

[weletgo-blog]

   She’d never been an avid listener – of music, anyway. She found it distracting, all aside from the simple few bars she’d hum to relax her, help her concentrate. 

   Snake’s walkman, however, had opened up a proverbial new world. 

   As she hums, splayed lazily across seats like a cat in a sunbeam, she is reminded of a song he has on cassette. One that she likes. She lifts herself, crossing the meager space between her and V and, without hesitation, puts a hand upon the device, shining in the sunlight at his belt. Her free fingers tap at her ear.

   But how to tell him what she wants to hear…?

[color-division]

When you’re hanging out with Ocelot&Kaz vs When you’re hanging out with Venom

[weletgo-blog]

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.

tagged by: @shouigunjin​ <3 !!

▍ face claim: n/a

▍ name: Quiet

▍ age: 27 - 30 

▍ gender: cis female 

▍ nationality: american, navajo, a bit of dutch and russian

▍ residence: anywhere and everywhere. grew up for a time in the american southwest before moving to eastern europe. spent time in outer heaven

▍ marital status: single lmao, pines for a certain soldier

l i k e s

▍ drink: water! will occasionally enjoy tea. she used to drink a lot of milk (chocolate, coffee, vanilla, and strawberry included)

▍ food: she can’t eat, but she misses the taste of chocolate in particular

▍ day or night: day

▍ snacks: none

▍ songs: was not a fan of music before she encountered Venom’s walkman. she loves 80′s classics and ballads, and is fond of instrumental classical music too

▍ quote: (you know the one...)

▍ historical character: ??? 

▍ pet: enjoys the company of cats and birds. has an affinity for frogs and lizards

▍ book: not a reader

▍ colour: forest green

▍ flower: carnation

▍ sexuality: demisexual

▍ romantic orientation: biromantic

l o o k s

▍ body type: muscular, lean

▍ eye colour: hazel

▍ hair colour: brown

▍ body reference: give quiet muscles and abs 2k16

Tagging: (whoever wants to! most of the folks i was gonna tag have already been tagged :> )

[gaminginsanity]

“We’ll make diamonds from their ashes. Take them into battle with us.“ 

“A shining light to our brothers-in-arms. Even in death…”

[weletgo-blog]

❖

open starter – ❖ my muse’s worst fear comes true

   Having already died once, fear becomes a thing of the past – a short, sharp, shock, raising a few hairs on the nape of the neck. She is a woman of compromise: she does not fear her own death, especially if it is justified. She does not fear the disappearance of loved ones, knowing that one’s presence in this ever-changing world is as flimsy as a scrap in the wind. She has an aversion to fire, to salt water, but fear…

   Perhaps loving someone makes you afraid. Not for yourself, but for them.

   When she speaks her mother tongue she seals her fate, and in her desperation to put distance between herself and he whom she has come to care for, she becomes careless…

   They find her in the desert, weak and dehydrated, and she knows, heart crumbling with every passing second, that she’ll seal their fates too; without mercy, without consent, despite  each and every one of her silent and fervent prayers.