MOTHER BASE

as much as I love all of y’all and rping with every single one of you, it just isn’t going to happen for me at this point on tumblr. I can’t seem to motivate myself to do it. I don’t know if it’s because of the interface frustrations or what, but it just clearly isn’t happening and I hate that folks are left waiting for months or longer for me to show up, much less get a response out.

I write a lot on discord and would absolutely write there with each and every one of you. everyone I’ve interacted with here on this account has been nothing short of stellar in both personal and writing regards. 

as much as I love all of y’all and rping with every single one of you, it just isn’t going to happen for me at this point on tumblr. I can’t seem to motivate myself to do it. I don’t know if it’s because of the interface frustrations or what, but it just clearly isn’t happening and I hate that folks are left waiting for months or longer for me to show up, much less get a response out.

I write a lot on discord and would absolutely write there with each and every one of you. everyone I’ve interacted with here on this account has been nothing short of stellar in both personal and writing regards. 

@majorzer0​ | You’re not a Monster Meme

      JOHN REMAINS SILENT despite Zero’s words, the most he’d done following his battle with Ocelot is confirm he was off the plane and further confirmed to Zero that The Boss was dead. Since then he hadn’t said a single word and he’s glad that Eva hadn’t tried forcing him to talk–– she understood that there were no words to be said after what had happened.  Everything after seemed to blur, one day after the other. His night with Eva, her departure and revelations, the  visit to the White House, even his demand that The Boss receive a headstone in Arlington Cemetery. They’d only conceded if her name did not appear, he agreed.

And now it was over, the flurry of post op celebrations and awards and medical check ups. It was just him in her sparse apartment. He’d known The Boss had one in D.C., it wasn’t the first time he was here but it’d been years and from the looks of it she rarely used it. There would be no one here to clean it up, put things away and if he didn’t do it they’d be sold off for auction by the building owners.

     The words echo from behind him, from the entrance, and John knows who it is without having to look. John doesn’t answer Zero, rather he slowly walks about the living room hand ghosting over cabinet and walls, pausing here and there to look what ever small items The Boss kept. No, he’s not the monster… to the world that’s The Boss and he? He’s the hero so why doesn’t he feel like one? He feels ugly and dirty inside and he had since the moment he pulled the trigger. 

Big Boss. He would never use that name. Besides, it was Jack who stood in front of him. Big Boss might have killed the Boss, finished his mission, but it was Jack who was having to pick up the pieces.

“No true hero feels like one.” Zero pat Jack on the shoulder before walking past him, tapping the spines of books on a bookshelf. “I know she never saw herself in such a light.”

ANIMAL :  Lion

COLOR :  Gray

MONTH : January

SONG : Skull & Bones — A.A. Bondy

NUMBER :  0

DAY OR NIGHT :  Night

PLANT :  Camellia, English ivy

SMELL :  Juniper, fresh mint, bakeries

SEASON :  Winter

FOOD :  Scone

DRINK :  Tea

ELEMENT :  Wind

stolen from: @adiamondog

• Zero was incredibly fond of Solid Snake / David Doe from the moment he held him in his arms as a baby, hence David inheriting his name. Zero had not spent much time around children and had never considered having children of his own so it was surreal to him to be, in some incredibly twisted manner, a parent and creator of two children. As much as he tried to remind himself that these small humans were clones of Big Boss he couldn’t escape the emotional connection he felt to them. They were babies. Innocent and defenseless—the polar opposite of the man he had cloned. The guilt he had not felt during the project and during EVA’s pregnancy hit him full force when he held David. Keeping the children at a distance was more to keep that guilt at bay than anything else.

• Zero never stopped trying to retrieve the pin badge of his fallen comrade, once he knew it was in Skull Face’s hands. He intended for Jack to have it, and to know it’s history. Perhaps he saw it as a peace offering or perhaps he hoped it would change Jack’s mind and bring him back to Cipher and the Patriots.

• Zero knew who Ocelot’s parents were but chose to keep the information to himself, knowing The Boss had not yet revealed that information herself to even her son. If she had chosen to keep it to herself she had had good reason for it and he wasn’t about to share a secret that wasn’t his to share. He was aware of The Boss and The Sorrow’s relationship and was supportive of it, pulling strings when need be behind the scenes. The Boss didn’t connect with many people in an such a deeply emotional way and Zero was glad to see her genuinely happy, even if she had to hide it.

• Part of Zero’s trust in Ocelot is based purely on the fact that he knew Ocelot’s parents. It blinds him to Ocelot’s more treacherous tendencies.

I wondered why Big Boss brought Zero all the way to the graveyard just to kill him in front of Snake instead of just doing it at whatever hospital he was being kept at

He hated feeling like this. Helpless. And somehow it was worse in these situations. Trapped, pinned under the shrapnel on Lian Yu—at the time Billy couldn’t have imagined anything worse than that. But this? Being unable to help someone he cared about, someone he loved? He’d take the disaster in purgatory all over again.

He didn’t try and hold on, when Sara pulled away. Maybe that was the right thing to do, maybe it was the wrong thing. He didn’t know. Helpless, helpless, helpless.

It took a moment to gather his thoughts, arms folded on his knees. But finally, he spoke again.

“If that’s what you want—I’ll go—or I can get you a lift somewhere you feel safe. But I can tell you, that’s pretty much the last thing that I want. After the past few—after everything that’s happened—I don’t—hell,” he gave a weak chuckle. “It was already going to be hard for me to leave you alone long enough just to go to the bathroom. Right now… right now there is no place I would rather be than right here, helping you figure this out.”

“What I want?” Sara replied with a watery, mirthless laugh, “What I want is to sleep for three days straight, and to wake up with you sitting beside me. Then I want to order in a giant breakfast - pancakes, and waffles, and French toast, and sausage, and eggs, and toast - and have you shake your head and tell me there’s no possible way I can eat all of that. Which would lead to me dazzling you with my eating abilities, which are impressive on a good day, but even more so after going without food for over a year…” Because one would think you wouldn’t miss things like food and sleep while you were dead, but you could. She did - among many other things.

But this wasn’t normal. Her comment about death—about being dead—brought that all back like a tidal wave. Sara had died. She had died and come back and something was wrong. Some kind of hell-filled nightmarish PTSD—a penance for cheating death.

Billy knew the moment Sara averted her eyes that he wasn’t about to like whatever came next. Sure enough, it was about the worst possible solution imaginable. Lock her in a cage.

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ 30 DAYS OF METAL GEAR Day 3: Unlikeable Character(s) ———————-

Big boss: could she mean…. plunge the world into eternal war?

Zero: gosh… does she want me to control the entire world from behind the scenes?