#death stranding gene

[savage-rhi]

Brisk Harpy: a courier organization dedicated to helping colonies out West primarily in areas where the UCA/Chiral Network can't reach. Gene Dawkins took up work at Brisk Harpy following her departure from Middle Knot City.

DUAT: A team of 6 individuals recruited by an offbranch of the UCA to allegedly assist with research pertaining to BTs and Beaches. Rumor has it the 6 are embued with special abilities and powers that give them domain over entities...Of course, that's hearsay. There may also be a 7th member but nothing substantial evidence wise as come forward.

**my new Death Stranding fanfic isn't coming out for a while, but I felt like making logos for two organizations that'll be featured. If you've read Sky of Atoms, Brisk Harpy should be familiar. DUAT though, is something new 👀

[ransm]

I'm reading the Hideo Kojima book.

[foxhoundsecretops]

After 7 years, I finally got MGSV

I didn't buy it right away because a) expenses b) waited for the 2 in 1 deal c) hard to find in stores sometimes and d)...

I wasn't ready XD It's the final true Metal Gear game and for me, there's a lot of feels that go into that. Especially playing the series through difficult times and in general nostalgia. It inspired a lot of my writings, and I feel like I'm finally ready to face the end of Metal Gear. And finally understand all of the memes from Phantom Pain XD

[dinogoofymutated]

Enemies to lovers! Quicksilver/GN!Reader

So no one requested this but I can't get it out of my head so it's going here!! I absolutely love quicksilver in the comics and the animated shows but most of his content is from the movies. I'm not complaining! But I wanted to branch that out a bit lol. I guess you can imagine almost any Pietro, but I was picturing his personality from Wolverine and the X-men. Haven't seen it in a while so forgive me if this is OOC.

This is set pre-dead professor. I might have also gotten a little carried away with this one, lol, and there will be a part 2! Fights and stuff are kept super vague for my mental health sorry if it's shitty.

-ps- someone let me know if Pietro's super speed counts for swimming too??

TWS: Tlasophobia (possibly?) Almost drowning. Dehydration, wounds.

You weren't sure if you considered Quicksilver an enemy, a rival, or an arch-nemesis, but the one thing you did know was that Pietro Maximoff was the most annoying motherfucker on the planet. Seriously! As part of the X-men, he seemed to always be in your way in every major fight.

What didn't help was that you were a speedster in your own right- well, not on land that is. The same gene that blessed others with powers beyond comprehension turned you into... a fish? Sure, you were fine on land, able to blend in with regular humans, but the moment you hit the water you were completely different. Gills, fins, the works. And you were fast. Really fucking fast.

Now when you first met Pietro while on a mission, he was being a snarky bastard. Can't catch me this, too slow that, ha! The guy may be able to run on water, but he's clumsy when he's in it. You're sure you have his face memorized from the time you caught up with him beneath the waves, tugging on his ankle and pulling him into the sea. His eyes practically bulged out of his head when realized what had happened. Of course, you're sure his face was even funnier when he watched you speed off into the depths, having neutralized him for the moment.

Every fight after that turned into a contest. Who can beat who where, Who stranded the other first, easily taking them out of the battle quickly and efficiently. Things like that. The professor had to remind you sometimes that the goal is to protect others, protect humanity, not quarrel with Quicksilver. You knew that, of course. You're thankful for the professor and what he's trying to do- but every time you saw Pietro's stupid arrogant smile you just got so- aggravated!

That being said, just because he aggravated you, didn't mean you wanted him dead. In fact, fate would keep pulling the two of you together in the least expected ways.

First, it was you, saving him from a sinking ship. He had slipped and managed to knock himself out during the fight, you having found him while trying to ensure everyone was off the boat. You were conflicted at first, knowing he was your enemy but not wanting to leave him to drown. In the end, you had grabbed him. The problem was that he wasn't breathing when you made it to the shore.

Some aggressive CPR and a few broken ribs later, he was coughing up water from his lungs. You, surprisingly, were at his side, holding him steady. Pietro was confused at first, letting you help him sit up as he coughed his lungs out, but his expression completely changes when he looks up and realises who's been holding him up. He makes an incredulous face at first, then rising to his feet in a split second, although not without swaying. He eyed you suspiciously as you stood to face him.

"You shouldn't be moving so fast straight away. I'm sure I broke a few ribs trying to get you back." You said. He sets a hand on his side wincing as he Most likely prods at a few bruises.

"Why did you...?" He can't seem to finish the scentace, and you simply shrug. You couldn't leave him there. As annoying as he was, you wouldn't wish a death by drowning on anyone. You're pretty sure you'd have saved him in any other circumstances as well, but you choose not to think about that right now. His face of confusion morphs into slight seriousness, and when he looks back to the ocean to see the Brotherhood is long gone he stands for a moment. You can almost see the gears whirring in his head, and reach out to take his arm.

"Look, I get that you recover fast and all, but you should really take it easy-" Before you finish your scentace, you've been shoved back into the sand dune. Pietro is standing further away from you than before, arms crossed as the sand settles from his quick movement. You stare at him in shock.

"Your loss." He says, sticking his tongue out before speeding off and across the water, kicking up sand in your face as he does so. UGH! Even when you go out of your way to be nice, He's a dick!

Despite him being a straight up asshole the last time you saw him, it's safe to say something between you has changed. You couldn't quite place it, but you could see it in the way you would fight. What would have been brutal punches shifted to major inconveniences, like handcuffing you to a railing and things like that. Incapacitating you without dragging you further into the fight. In fact, he hadn't even snatched you up to run and drop you off hours away from the fight for a while. Beforehand, he loved to strand you somewhere land-locked, forcing you to wait until the X-men came to pick you up. Sometimes it would take days for them to get to you, so you were almost always on guard, staying close to or in the water so he couldn't catch you.

You had gotten used to the new Quicksilver, and what used to be a rock-solid defence and begun to crumble. That was your mistake. The next time you saw Pietro, there most definitely a shift in the air. This fight was going to be brutal, but you and the team had prepared for it. You thought you had anyway. But with your friends getting injured, the fight dragging on, taking a turn for the worse, you were genuinely beginning to fear for everyone's lives.

It wasn't long after that relvation that your head was spinning, and you were being plopped down on a gritty, sandy surface.

"Sorry babe, you'll thank me later!" You clench your jaw at the sound of his voice, catching the sight of sandy dunes as you tried to turn around to rip into the man.

"Pietro!-" Your venomous words were cut off as a blur of silver rushes off, kicking up a gust of wind and leaving you stranded. Worse than stranded, you would say. Pietro had left you in a desert. A bright, dry, hot ass desert. And it was not going well for you.

Not only did you have no clue where you were going, but you were beginning to realize that you were in a really bad position. It was like every drop of moisture was being sucked out of your body. Your mouth felt dry and cottony, exhaustion setting in a little too easily. You were dizzy, dehydrated, and hopelessly lost. The sun had no mercy for you. Eventually, you have to lie down, doing your best to stay awake and not fall asleep, worrying about the worst, but eventually your drooping eyes win over your will to remain awake.

The sun is starting to set when you wake up, throat dry as a bone, both sickly and exhausted. You can hear the sound of something approaching, and do your best to sit up on your knees, doubling over for a moment before forcing your body to love. A pair of legs step right in front of you as you do.

"Wow, You look terrible." Quicksilver says, and if you didn't know any better, you would almost say he looks concerned. You don't have the energy to roll your eyes or speak to him at the moment, stars flickering in your eyes as you start to sway. You start to teeter, before you're snatched off the desert sand, Pietro having caught you and scooped you up into his arms.

"Worse than terrible, actually." He mumbles this time. His concern is clear now, face close enough to your own for you to properly see him. You scoff, or at least attempt to.

"You... left an aquatic mutant... in the middle of the desert. What were you expecting?" You say, having to pace yourself. You're fully leaning your head against his shoulder now, not having the energy to keep your head up anymore. You can feel him suck in a breath and tense up as you begin to go limp against him. His hold tightens up on you before he takes off running.

You've always been accustomed to extreme speeds, at least mostly, but the combination of how ill you feel and his sudden stop makes you want to puke. You can't bear to open your eyes at the moment, choosing instead to bury your face in Quicksilver's shoulder. You're sure he's taken you to some random place to leave you to die, but he sets you down on something soft and cushioned.

"...Where-?"

"You're in the mansion." He says quickly, cutting you off. You stare at him in disbelief as he stands back up, and you realise he's taken you to the medbay. You and Pietro make eyecontact for a moment, both wondering what to say. Eventually, you watch as pietro moves across the room to purposely set off the alarm, which you know for a fact he knew how to avoid. He turns back to you, winking as he readies himself to speed off again.

"See you soon, slowpoke." He says. You make a face at him and he laughs. In a blink, he's gone, just as the doors bust open, Beast running in frantically, with the professor rolling close behind him.

You cant quite figure out this man. Normally, he'd just leave you to fend for yourself. He's never come back to get you before. Why would he do it then? At first you were sure he put you out in the desert as a deliberate attempt to leave you for dead, but now? He seemed genuinely concerned for you, and you're not sure how to feel about that.

In the end, only Pietro knew why he came back. Or did he? Maybe he was just as confused and conflicted as you were.

Only time would tell.

[madame-fear]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐍 | 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

— ☆ amira speaks : not taking requests for him!

: ̗̀➛ Probably the most gentle boyfriend ever. Literally becomes a protective softie around you.

: ̗̀➛ His kisses would mostly be hand + knuckle kissing, or simply would kiss you either on your forehead or the top of your head.

: ̗̀➛ His nicknames for you would be mostly in High Valyrian, such as: ‘gevie rūklon’ [ pretty flower ], ‘byka genes’ [ little mouse ], ‘Issa qēlos’ [ my star ]. Obviously he would also give you some nicknames in English [ my love, darling, sweet dear ], but he prefers to show you his love with nicknames in the Valyrian language.

: ̗̀➛ Literally shows you off constantly and would talk about you with everyone. He's a bit too proud of his girl.

: ̗̀➛ Always holding your hand gently when you're in the same room together, or are sitting next to each other in an event.

: ̗̀➛ His mother Alicent and his sister Helaena absolutely loving you, and being their literal besties. You even help Helaena take care of her children, and you'd mostly spend time together.

: ̗̀➛ Aegon would also take a liking for you. Occasionally if he gets too drunk he'll try to flirt with you, but you managed to ignore and tolerate him — while Aemond simply gives his elder brother some death glares.

: ̗̀➛ Everytime you're talking to him — or simply enjoying each other's presence — he'll lovingly tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, while he stares at you admiringly.

: ̗̀➛ Look at Vhagar for a few seconds — or briefly mention her — and he'll, right away, take you to see her. The One Eyed prince is rather proud of his grand dragon, so he will be more than thrilled to show you off Vhagar, and even, allow you to pet her.

: ̗̀➛ Also !! Dragonrides with him, hell yeah. He'd absolutely love to spoil you by helping you get on top of Vhagar, and going on a ride together. He'll be pretty satisfied when he sees you enjoying yourself.

: ̗̀➛ I know he'd be highly overprotective of you. Would be by your side everytime, and if someone gets a bit too aggressive while you're there, he'll literally step up in front of you in a protective manner — 'cause you're his babegirl, and he'll defend you to no end.

: ̗̀➛ Would most probably like to show off his skills with swordtraining, especially if you're there watching and cheering for him.

: ̗̀➛ Even if he knows you're deeply faithful and loyal to him, sometimes, he can't help but get a bit jealous when he sees someone having the audacity to flirt with you, or leaning too close to you.

: ̗̀➛ ^ and in those moments, he'll go to you, and would wrap an arm around your waist while he calls you sweet endearing names just so the other person can see you're his, and only his.

: ̗̀➛ Teaches you how to read in High Valyrian, if you wish. He'll also read books written in the Valyrian language outloud for you.

: ̗̀➛ I think Aemond would most definitely love to always gift you small things you can have around you to keep him around close when he's not in the same room as you are, such as necklaces, brooches, earrings, those type of things.

: ̗̀➛ Or perhaps he'd simply gift you a book, or would leave a rose on your nightstand with a little love note next to it.

: ̗̀➛ Just the sweetest, and more overprotective boyfriend in general. He'd always try to show you in one way or another that he treasures you deeply.

: ̗̀➛ even if he's a softie he can be kinky..... if u want...... 👀

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[footprintsinthesxnd]

Chapter 5: You Will Always Have My Heart

Eugene Roe x Violet Elwood

Summary: Eugene didn’t know that love could hurt so much, until he met Violet and then all he could think about was her. As Violet’s condition worsens, Eugene grows to realise just how fragile love is. Warnings: mentions of hospitals, critically ill oc, heart break, grief, death

November 20th 1941

Eugene tapped his foot against the cool, tiled floor of the hospital waiting room, knocking along to Artie Shaw on the radio on the nurses station. Violet was in for a check up with the Cardiologist but she’d been gone a little while now and the longer she was away the more anxious Eugene became.

A few minutes later, Violet pushed open the large double doors and made her way down the corridor to greet him, pulling him in for a hug.

“What happened? What did the doctor say? What’s the…?”

“Eugene calm down,” Violet laughed, pulling back from his arms and cupping his cheek, “Everything’s fine, well as fine as things can be. I’m fine, Gene.” She reassured him, pressing her lips to his. He melted into the kiss, the thoughts rushing through his mind slowed as her lips moved on his own.

“But what…” kiss “did the…” kiss “Vi…” kiss. Eugene gave up trying to speak and instead kissed Violet back firmly, his hand coming to rest on her lower back.

“You talk too much, Gene,” she grinned, smoothing her fingers through his dark locks, playfully pulling at the strands and causing him to sigh at the contact.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Vi,” he mumbled, burying his head into her neck and holding her close.

“I’m afraid that I’ll be the one dying first, Gene,” she smiled sadly, holding him close to her.

The hustle and bustle of the hospital faded around them and nothing else mattered in that moment. All Eugene could concentrate on was the woman in his arms, the woman he loved so dearly.

Violet felt a small tear trailing down her cheek as Eugene held her. She hated lying to him but she knew how upset he’d be if she told him the truth. At least this way they could still enjoy their time together without having the time limit the doctor expected hanging over them. Violet tried to push the doctor's words from her mind as Eugene led her from the hospital and towards the bus stop. She hated being so reliant on other people but as simple daily tasks grew ever harder and even breathing was an effort she knew she didn’t have much choice. As they took their seat on the bus, the exertion of the morning caught up with her and she slipped into a dreamless sleep in Eugene’s arms.

December 8th 1941

Violet was sleeping peacefully in her hospital bed, the early morning light creeping through the blinds, illuminating her pale features. She looked tired, with dark, purple circles painted underneath her bright, blue eyes, her cheeks hollowed and her cheekbones protruding more than they used to. But she was still his beautiful girl, Eugene thought to himself as he pushed her blonde locks from her forehead.

The radio was buzzing dramatically in the corner and Eugene stood to move closer, turning up the volume as the president, Franklin D Roosevelt’s voice filled the room.

‘Yesterday, December 7, 1941 a date which will live in infamy the United States of America was suddenly and deliberately attacked by naval and air forces of the Empire of Japan.’

Eugene froze beside the radio, listening to the president addressing Congress. The speech continued and he took a seat beside the radio, turning up the volume and listening as the president's words resonated with him.

‘The attack yesterday on the Hawaiian Islands has caused severe damage to American naval and military forces. I regret to tell you that very many American lives have been lost.’

His words flowed out of the radio, sickening everyone in the hospital, no one walked past the door.

‘I ask that the Congress declare that since the unprovoked and dastardly attack by Japan on Sunday, December 7, 1941, a state of war has existed between the United States and the Japanese Empire’

Eugene took in a sharp breath, the US had declared war on Japan. They were going to war. What would that mean for him? For Violet? Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Violet stirred under the covers.

“Gene?” She mumbled sleepily and he was by her side in an instant, smoothing his hand over her cheek.

“I’m here, Sweetheart. I’m here. How are you feeling?” He crouched beside her bed, resting his head on their clasped hands.

“My… chest hurts,” she mumbled, her eyes sliding shut before she opened them again. She had a procedure the other day and it had taken its toll on her, she was weaker now. Every day seemed like a struggle and he heard one of the nurses mention it was unlikely that she’d be going home again.

“I know, Sweetheart,” Eugene moved so he could lay on the bed beside her and she snuggled against his chest. He could feel her heart beating slowly beside him, lub dub, lub dub.

“What was on the radio?” Violet asked, glancing up at Gene.

He smiled sadly at her, unsure of how to break the news to her, “You know Pearl Harbour was attacked?”

She nodded slowly. “Well the US has declared war on Japan.”

Violet pushed herself up carefully so she could face him properly, “Does that… does that mean you’ll have to go? Go to war?”

Eugene shook his head, “I don’t know yet, but I promise I’m not leaving you unless I have to. You hear me?”

Violet smiled, reaching up but Eugene craned his neck so she could reach his lips easily, planting a small kiss before laying back down.

Violet soon slipped back into her slumber but Eugene couldn’t rest, his mind drifting to the President’s words. What would that mean for his future?

December 11th 1941

“Good mornin’, Sweetheart,” Eugene greeted her, a bunch of flowers in his hand as he moved around the bed, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

“Good mornin’, Gene, she smiled weakly, reaching out her hand to hold his. He squeezed it gently, pulling up a chair to sit beside her bed. “How are you feelin’ today?”

“She shrugged her shoulders, “Same as yesterday, Gene.”

Eugene nodded slowly, she’d been having a bad week, lots of chest pains, lots of episodes of breathlessness. She was now on oxygen full time and had a nurse coming in every half an hour to monitor her vitals.

Eugene knew that things weren’t going to get better than this, they could only get worse. One of the nurses warned him that she may eventually slip into a coma if she became too weak. It broke his heart to see her suffering so much. She barely ate, most of her nutrition was given via liquid food, and she could barely move. Eugene had taken her for a walk around the hospital grounds in a wheelchair the other day and it was nice to see her smile again.

“How’s your family?” Violet asked, raining her head from the pillow to glance at him, her blue eyes shining brighter than ever but the rest of her seemed to be fading faster by the day.

“They’re okay. They said they’ll be poppin’ by later to see you. Wanted to check on you,” Eugene reassured her. He picked up her hairbrush from the bedside cabinet, smoothing it carefully through her blonde locks. She’d always taken such care of her hair, always neatly curled and pinned, but now it lay flat against her head, lifeless.

“Thank you, Gene. For everything.”

“Of course. I love you, of course I’m gonna look after you,” he pressed his lips against her forehead and she sighed sleepily. “Do you want me to go so you can get some rest?”

“No, no please stay,” Violet shuffled cautiously across the bed to make room for Eugene, “Will you hold me for a while.”

Eugene smiled widely at her, “Of course, Sweetheart.” He slid in easily beside her, wrapping his body around her tiny, weak frame.

December 14th 1941

“I’m afraid it’s not good news, Eugene,” Violet's father explained.

The family were sitting in the waiting room, her mother and sister crying quietly in the corner. Her father had tears in his eyes but he was fighting them, trying to remain strong for his family's sake.

“The doctors don’t think she has long. I’m so sorry, son.” Violet’s father placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze before moving back to be with his family.

Eugene was frozen to the spot, the noise of the hospital fading around him into a blur of white noise. The flowers he’d been clutching fell limp to the floor, their petals splaying across the tiles. His mouth was dry, air barely reaching his lungs before it escaped in a sharp breath. He felt his knees buckle, hitting the ground hard, but he didn’t notice the pain. He didn’t feel anything, not anymore.

December 16th 1941

Violet’s breaths were short and shallow, her eyes closed as she rested peacefully against Eugene’s shoulder. Her family all sat around her, their eyes rimmed red and puffy. They had all cried enough over the last few days that Eugene thought he’d never cry again. How could he ever cry over anything else when the worst possible thing had already happened?

“Gene,” Violet mumbled weakly, causing Eugene to jump slightly.

“Yes, Vi.”

“I don’t want to die here, not in this hospital,” she glanced up at him, her hand cupping his cheek. “I want to go back to the lake, it’s our place. I want to go back to the lake, Gene.”

Eugene looked down at her sadly, “We can’t go the lake, Sweetheart. You’re not well enough.”

“Gene, I’m never going to get any better than this. The worst thing that could happen is that I’d die and I’m dying anyway,” she retorted, she understood his anxiousness but at the same time she needed to do this, it was her last chance.

Eugene glanced up at Violet’s family, trying to gauge their reaction. Eugene’s father stood up, giving Eugene a curt nod.

“I’ll bring the car around.”

The drive to the lake was a short one. By the time Eugene had carried Violet out to the car and her mother had carried out her oxygen bottle, her father had brought the car around.

They all bundled in, no one moaning about the tight squeeze or the stuffy air. Violet was sitting on his lap, clinging tightly to the front of his shirt.

“Thank you, Gene, she mumbled, pressing her lips gently to his neck. Eugene had to fight back the tears as he looked down at her, trying to steady his breathing so she didn’t realise he was crying.

When the car pulled up as close to the lake as they could, Violet’s family hurried out of the car, helping carry the oxygen as Eugene carried Violet. They picked a quiet spot, the same spot where Eugene and Violet had their second date.

Violet’s mother lay down a blanket from the back of the car, laying it on the grass so they could sit down. Eugene sat down first so that Violet could sit between his legs, leaning against his chest.

Violet’s mother hovered behind them until her father ushered her away. “Give them some time, Love. She wants to be with Eugene.”

Eugene watched as they walked back to the car, he knew he was hurting but how much pain must they be in losing their eldest daughter?

The sun was hanging low in the sky, just like it had been on their second date. It cast a bright orange glow, like the sky was burning, a lit the flames. The lake itself glowed orange, reflecting the setting sun's rays. It felt as though the whole world was alight.

Eugene grasped Violet’s hands, wrapping them in his own and pulling them close to their chests. He could feel her heartbeat, weak but steady beneath his hands. He could feel her breaths, short and sharp.

“It’s so beautiful,” Violet whispered, her eyes shining brightly in the setting sun and it reminded Eugene of the old Violet before she was sick. The time when they had everything to live for.

“You’re beautiful,” he mumbled into her hair, burying his face and taking a long, deep breath. She didn’t smell like she used to, of roses and lavender. She smelled clinical, like the hospital. It was as if that place had drained the life from her instead of trying to save it. “You’re perfect.”

“But my heart’s not, that’s far from perfect. I’m sorry my heart wasn’t good enough” she mumbled, glancing up at Eugene, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be perfect for you, Eugene.

Eugene but back a sob, “No, no don’t you ever say that. You are perfect, Violet. God, you are so perfect. Your heart was all I could have ever asked for. I love you so much.” He pulled her in tighter so that she was sat in his lap, her head resting against the crook of his neck.

“I wish we could have had longer,” Violet cried, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed, her breath becoming short, small gasps escaping her. Eugene placed the oxygen mask over her mouth, rubbing her back comfortingly as she coughed.

“It’s okay, Vi. It’s alright. We had the time that God decided for us and it was the best time of my life. I love you so much, don’t ever forget that.”

Violet nodded slowly, unable to speak as she breathed as best she could through the oxygen mask. He placed his lips on her forehead, kissing her lightly as he closed his eyes and began to hum quietly. Violet's breathing became slower, shallower as he hummed and she relaxed into him.

Eugene smoothed his hand over her hair, watching as her blue eyes slid closed, small breaths leaving her lips. “It’s okay, Violet. It’s okay to let go, I’ve got you now.” He whispered into her ear, rocking her slowly, “I love you.”

Violet’s body relaxed in his arms, her breathing slowed until it became inaudible, and her heartbeat slowed beneath his hand.

“Thank you, Gene. Thank you for loving me,” she whispered, taking one last deep breath before she fell silent, slipping away from the world. Eugene watched as her body relaxed, her ragged breathing stilled and her heartbeat stopped under his hand. She looked so peaceful, her face no longer lined with worry, but her flesh smooth over her gaunt features. She was finally at peace.

Eugene’s tears flowed freely now, he didn’t want her to see him crying, didn’t want her last memory to be of him in a state, but now he could. He didn’t hold anything back, clutching her lifeless body as if she could anchor him to this world as he fell apart.

“Goodbye Violet,” he sobbed, “I love you.”

December 20th 1941

Eugene bundled some belongings into his kit bag, mainly a few spare pairs of clothes, some smart shoes, and a book for the train journey. His parents were going to drop him off at the station to start his journey to basic training. He’d never managed to tell Violet he’d enlisted on December 12th, it seemed so far away at the time.

His parents were waiting outside as he collected up his last few things, shoving the photo of his family into his book so it wouldn’t become damaged.

The scrapbook Violet gave him for his birthday sat on his bedside table, pride of place. He’d looked through the photos every night since she passed, reading over her words of encouragement. She knew him so well. Each phrase or paragraph made him smile, they got him through each day without her.

As he turned over the final page of the book he noticed a white piece of paper sticking out the edge of the book. He pulled it free, unfolding the paper and revealing a letter written in Violet’s hand. Eugene felt the scrapbook fall from his hands and onto his bed. His eyes trained on the letter.

To My Dearest Eugene,

By the time you read this letter, I will be gone. I wish we could have had more time together, but then all of the time in the world would still not have been enough.

To be loved by you was the greatest treasure of my life. You are a special man Eugene Roe. You filled my life with light and I don’t want you to hide that light from the world. I want you to show the world how wonderful you are Eugene and you have to promise me that you will love again. I know that there is someone else out there for you and I want you to find her. She will be so lucky to have you Gene.

Thank you for everything Eugene, thank you for making me feel special and for loving me despite knowing our ending. I wish you all the luck in the world, my love. I love you with all my heart.

Yours always

Violet

Eugene didn’t find the usual tears slipping down his face but instead, a wide smile spread across his lips. He folded the letter, placing it alongside the picture of himself and Violet, before doing up his kit bag and sliming it over his shoulder. He gave one last glance at his childhood bedroom, unsure of when he would next see it. He walked down the familiar stairs and along the corridor. He looked back at the house he had occupied for the last 20 years, filled with so many memories.

“Thank you, Violet.” He closed the door, following his way down the familiar path and towards the car. He’d soon be in another State on a very different path than he’d imagined but at least he knew that no matter what Violet would be watching over him.

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[cosmica-galaxy]

Wait how long do the large mimics live, if they survive the death spiral thing??

Large mimics, pre-origin's escape, only live for around 3 months. The death spiral is an inescapable disease, and it will constantly eat away at the large variant if it doesn't have a constant supply of food. They also undergo brain damage and intellectual degradation. Becoming almost purely beast-like in mannerisms and ways of thinking. They eventually can't keep up with the intake demand that their body wants to survive and eventually starve themselves to death within a few short months. However, POST-Origins release, large mimics start to become more common and are even passive. With the new strands of genes that Origin introduces to their population, the large mimics become more civilized and "normal behaving". Making large mimics a regular, but still uncommon, possibility. New mimics also arise from Origin to fulfill unique niches, environments, or repopulate populations that were decimated by diseases, skibidis, and the war. So, I would say that large mimics are dangerous and deadly before Origins release, but once Origin returns to their people, the large mimics become passive and friendly. Healthy large mimics can live for up to 200 years, same as their crowned counterparts.

[beautifulhigh]

And Owen is back at that pool rescue in like 17 per RL’s Instagram so it’s def negative.

I don't think there was any real question as to what the result would be: if Owen had the gene they would be lining up TK to lose another parent and adding to the trauma this boy has been enduring for four straight seasons. In some ways Gwyn's sudden death would have been the better loss for him than watching his father, who has always been this strong and capable character - even when he was fighting cancer - fade away in front of him.

They're throwing this in as some Drama™ for the Strands, for having TK and Carlos face up to the fact that their lives together might not be what they thought or planned. It has already shifted with the kid talk and they showed they can deal with it, but TK isn't going to want Carlos to feel like he's signing up for a carer's role and Carlos pointing out that this is exactly what he's signing up for - it's in the vows for a reason. If he only gets 20 years instead of 50 then he'll take those 20. He'll take 20 weeks, 20 days as TK's husband rather than be anywhere else.

(Probably with a quip about how TK could more feasibly get himself killed on the job long before anything in his genetic code kicked in.)

Meanwhile Owen will be facing a health issue that he can't fight, losing another brother, and wondering if he's handed over a timebomb to his son.

It will all come good but the Strand men are going to have quite the renewed sense of life and determination after this. Owen and Robert will make the most of the time they have, TK and Carlos will go into their marriage knowing that no matter what comes their way they will, as we hear Carlos say in the promo, deal with it together.

[whump-me]

Whumptober 2023 Masterpost

My Whumptober project: a collection of standalone stories that all take place in my Mind Games universe (full description below), a modern-day sci-fi/fantasy thriller setting with the feel of shows like The 4400, Flashforward, and Travelers.

The specific whump elements will depend on the prompt, but expect a lot of spy whump, lab whump, moral ambiguity, interrogations (because they’re my favorite), death whump (because it’s also my favorite), and so much emotional whump.

These stories fully stand alone, with no overarching plotline or even recurring characters. You can jump in wherever you like, and read only the tropes you enjoy without worrying about missing anything.

Ask to be added or removed from my Whumptober 2023 tag list!

Mind Games

People with extraordinary powers are hiding among us.

They have good reason to hide.

Their abilities make them valuable to every government, corporation, and criminal enterprise on earth.

If only those abilities were enough to keep them safe…

There has always been a gene that allows a small subset of people to develop superhuman powers, from mind-reading to telekinesis to… more unusual gifts. For most of human history, that gene has remained dormant in almost everyone who carried it. But starting in the 1970s, increased air and water pollution created a chemical cocktail that could activate the dormant gene in any carriers exposed to it.

Fifty years later, governments around the world use “psi-enhanced persons” for clandestine operations, trained from childhood when possible. Scientists have synthesized a compound that activates the dormant gene—with the unwilling help of their human test subjects. Secret breeding programs are creating the next generation of operatives, designed for never-before-seen psychic strength and raised with absolute loyalty for their creators. (Results are… mixed.)

As for the ones who refuse to be used… well, a threat that can’t be controlled must be eliminated.

Small resistance groups exist around the world. Ordinary people with extraordinary gifts, doing what they can to save themselves and others like them from the people who want to kill or use them for what they can do. Their victories are few and hard-won. But every life saved makes the pain and sacrifice worthwhile.

The rest of the world has no clue about the conflict happening under their noses. Governments stay silent because they don’t want to give up their advantage. The Enhanced, as they call themselves, stay silent because revealing their existence would mean even more people lining up to control or destroy them.

Maybe someday that will change. For now, the Enhanced will take advantage of the protection the shadows offer… and so will their many enemies.

I’m currently releasing a series of full-length novels in this setting! As of March 2023, I'm posting early-access chapters on my Patreon three times a week. Check my pinned post to see what's currently available here on Tumblr.

The Stories

Day 1: Swooning (aftermath of rescue, death whump) Day 2: "They don't care about you." (interrogation) Day 3: Solitary Confinement (solitary confinement, rescue, good intro to story universe) Day 4: "You in there?" (torture, death whump) Day 5: Debris (death whump, no whumper, tragic love) Day 6: Recording (team whump, self-sacrifice) Day 7: Radio Silence (twins, lab whump) Day 8: Outnumbered (minor whump, lab whump, rescue) Day 9: Mistaken Identity (lab whump, medical whump, death whump, good intro to story universe) Day 10: Stranded (team whump, isolation) Day 11: Animal Trap (lab whump, escape, self-amputation) Day 12: Insomnia (sleep deprivation, car accident) Day 13: Infection (touch-starved, assassination, emotional whump) Day 14: Water Inhalation (near-drowning, reluctant whumper, minor whump) Day 15: Suppressed Suffering (interrogation, torture, defiance) Day 16: Flatline (lab whump, reluctant/sympathetic whumper, minor whump, minor death) Day 17: "Leave me alone." (romance, emotional whump, good intro to story world) Day 18: Tortured for Information (torture, death whump, emotional whump) Day 19: Psychological (minor whump, brainwashing) Day 20: Found Family (queerplatonic relationship, emotional whump, bittersweet ending) Day 21: Vows (twins, lab whump, mercy killing) Day 22: Glass Shards (self-sacrifice) Day 23: Stalking (death whump, calm/accepting whumpee) Day 24: Goodbye Note (emotional whump) Day 25: Buried Alive (isolation, panic attack) Day 26: Working to Exhaustion (overwork, whumper turned whumpee, emotional whump) Day 27: Scars (flirtation, emotional whump) Day 28: "You'll have to go through me." (minor whump, protective older brother) Day 29: "What happened to me?" (time loss, caretaking) Day 30: "Not much longer." (rescue, death whump, aftermath of torture) Day 31: Setbacks (recovery, aftermath of torture, emotional whump)

Here from a reblog? Here's the most recent version.

[pokemon-ash-aus]

Question for professor Peach. Is there a explanation for when a mewtwo fusion has a child, why is the child a different mewtwo fusion instead of being the same fusion as the parent?

Let's say there's a mewtwo that is a fusion with gardevoir, but when they have a child, instead of being a gardevnoir fusion too they are a mewtwo fusion with piplup, why does that happens?

Peach: Why yes actually! I explained it a bit before but with the recent additions of Ash's Kids, i was able to really pin it down.

Peach: When a pokemon gives birth, we expect that litter to have the strongest of them to survive. It's why you hear breeders constantly debate over helping a pokemon out of it's egg. If they can't make it out on their own, theres little to no hope for them out in the wild.

Peach: You already know our DNA is unstable, and with time, our species will fall extinct on a technicality. Our Children our having a more Mew dominated genes than it was for any of us. Taking our excess Pokemon DNA and making it more and more malleable as time creeps on.

Peach: So a Gardevior fusion SHOULD have a ralts fusions, but it turns out the strands are incomplete and will lead to a premature death or an unborn child. In that case, our DNA works overtime in order to patch that up- we're an already dying species, so everything is working overtime to make sure we can survive. Hence Gardevoir obtaining a Piplup mitten instead.

[savage-rhi]

Dawkins: A Death Stranding WIP

Summary:

This is a little WIP section of a new Death Stranding fanfic I've been developing based around my OC Gene Dawkins. Some may be familiar with Gene in my fics Sky of Atoms, and Death Stranding Rewind. These stories followed Gene and her relationship with Higgs Monaghan. With this new story, I'm making it more centered on her own life with an overarching plot that ties in with what we know from the game (and possibly DS2 when it comes out). I don't anticipate writing for this story until my other works are complete, but I wanted to put this out for fun and see if there's interest. Feel free to reach out or reply if you want. Thanks for reading!

Gene had never in her life felt this cold before. Her skin trembled while sweat pooled down her face. She felt warm like a fever had taken root. The single blanket provided to her seldom helped, even as she bundled further. Her legs dangled over her assigned coffin, feet gently touching the tiled floor. The piercing cold had her retreat with a hiss. She lifted her right foot up, setting it across her lap, and inspected her sole. There should’ve been frostbite or even a burn given how painful it was. Nonetheless, there was no sign of such a wound much to Gene’s relief. 

“They weren’t kidding about side effects,” Gene murmured to herself with a laugh. Furrowing her brows, she realized it would be a while before she could enjoy being back in the land of the living. Especially when her body or Ha, was registering that her spirit, Ka, returned from the Beach and the five planes. 

Despite having an easy time reintegrating, Gene’s mind was rattled at all she had experienced. The Beach, and all the others connected, were as intricate as stars in a galaxy; boundless. And like stars, beaches shimmered and exploded; returning to the dust from wence they came with new ones coming to take the mantle. 

The BTs were another thing that overwhelmed her. On earth, they were more or less the boogeymen of the modern world; a byproduct of the Death Stranding and its calamity. On the five planes, they had their own ecosystem and life cycle. Gene could scarcely remember it entirely, but when her Ka had walked among them, something clicked. There was a purpose to everything, even monstrous creatures with nuclear capability if they contacted the living. 

“Hey, sleeping beauty!” 

Gene turned her head, seeing Odd standing in the doorway carrying a medium-sized box. 

“Is that you, or my sleep paralysis demon?” Gene quipped with a tired laugh, shaking her head. 

“Would both be a sufficient answer?” Odd chuckled. 

“Depends if you want to get hit in the face or not,” Gene shrugged with a grin. Her eyes followed Odd as he ventured further into the room, and pulled up a stool from afar to sit across from her. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Like I died,” Gene answered point blank. “Does this happen every time you go Walking?” 

“For a while, yeah. Your Ha will get used to it.” Odd nodded truthfully. He let out a breath he had been holding back since Gene had undergone the ceremony and smiled.

“I knew you’d pull through!”

Gene canted her head, raising a brow in suspicion. 

“What?” Odd asked.

“I swear I hear doubt in your voice.” Gene grinned. 

“Nah, never.” Odd chuckled, waving off the accusation with his hand playfully. “Although, you had me worried back there, on the shores. Most have their breakthrough before ascending to the Beach and five planes.”

“Guess I'm special," Gene murmured, recalling how terrifying that ordeal was. One moment, she was feeling the energy of all atoms in the air and sky, and then a wave of tar crashed into her being and pulled her into the ocean. “I’m glad you and ANUBIS were there to pull me out, or...I guess I should be calling you SET now considering the circumstances.” 

“It’s about time you started treating me with some authority!” Odd chuckled and further laughed at the playful grimace Gene evoked. 

“Don’t get all cute,” Gene countered. “You may be the better Death Walker, but I’m still the best porter between us.” 

“You do have me in a bind there,” Odd admitted with a soft laugh. His expression changed, going from carefree to concerned. He held it for a while, glancing over Gene as if looking for a hidden injury. “I know you already told me, but for clarity's sake, what did you see during your breakthrough?”  

“I can’t remember it all. It was sudden, like a light going on and off.” 

“Try to remember the core of it.” Odd encouraged. “The feelings you had, and any images of significance.” 

Gene made a face, feeling the hairs on her arms stand. She remembered drowning, feeling the very essence of her Ka expanding and contracting before a fury of images was suddenly downloaded into her consciousness. Deep down, she didn’t know if she would ever recover from it.

She closed her eyes, trying to give her brain the chance to sort through what experiences her Ka had taken into itself. 

“I saw the world,” Gene began, and gesticulated with her hands to emphasize her points. “And out of this…void, came a large snake. It coiled around the globe ten times over, squeezing what it could. Then the snake stretched its neck and looked up at the sun. I saw it rise, sprinting toward it. Its mouth opened, and it swallowed the rays and eventually, the whole sphere, but the sun escaped and the snake retreated back into the darkness.” 

Gene opened her eyes when she was done recounting. “Then I saw you and ANUBIS pulling me out of the surf.” 

Odd, nodded. The concern he displayed from before died down as he smiled with pride. His fingers gently tapped the medium-sized box, and he offered it to Gene. 

With a shaking hand, Gene retrieved the box. She raised a brow at Odd after glancing between the package and him.

“What’s this, a funeral gift?”

“More like a welcoming present.” Odd corrected with a laugh. “You survived the ceremony, the breakthrough, and found your patron. It’s only fair you earned one of these to help you travel to and from the Beach.” 

Gene began to unwrap the box, her smile growing big as each layer was peeled back. When her mask was finally revealed, Gene paused to look over the details. It reminded her of a half-face Oni mask that samurai would wear into battle, to scare the souls out of their enemies. The structure was reptilian in nature, resembling the maw of a dragon. The teeth were small, save for a pair of fangs that a cobra would be envious of. The mask was near pitch black, and the teeth were covered in gold chiralium. Though Gene knew this was a tool for her new job, it was also a work of art. Something crafted with devotion.

“Did you make this, or did the UCA?” Gene asked in awe. 

“Yours truly!” Odd gestured out with both his arms and grinned. “Once you told me what your breakthrough was on the Beach, I started carving with the printers as soon as I woke up.” 

As Gene combed over every inch of detail, she noticed a small inscription on the lower left side of the mask. In silver etching was inscribed the numbers 006 with a dash in between, and a name in all caps. She furrowed her brows, then finally peered up at Odd who gave her a beaming smile, much like the ones used to wear all the time when they were both children. 

Odd stood up, rummaging Gene’s hair playfully. In between exhausted laughs, and Gene shoving his arm away, Odd crouched in front of Gene. The determination in his eyes had her smiling back in admiration. 

“I better let you rest. You’re gonna need it before we go Walking again.”

“More like I need to hibernate.” Gene snorted. 

“Then I will speak no more!” Odd chuckled and rose to his feet. He ventured to the door of Gene’s quarters. Before disappearing from view, Odd turned around, meeting Gene’s gaze. 

“Welcome to the DUAT, APEP.” 

With a wink, he was gone and Gene’s eyes fell back onto the mask. Her fingers traced over the word APEP and she swallowed. 

The serpent eating the sun came back to her. Except, the sphere didn’t escape from the clutches of the giant reptile. The planet disappeared into its gaping maw, and then there was darkness, and what could only be described as a supernova and fire following suit. Then came the screams of billions. 

A part of Gene wanted to tell Odd the truth; that there was more to her breakthrough than what was shared. Nonetheless, Gene couldn’t help but feel the need to keep to herself. It could wait until later. She and DUAT had bigger problems; capturing those responsible for destroying Middle Knot City.

She playfully put the mask on her lower face, and breathed in deep while her eyes closed. There would be justice.

[doublel27]

Imagine watching this masterpiece of tarlos scene and thinking that the only good thing about it is how "carlos called tk out on his BS lie" about him being his soulmate" and I😭 like are these people frfr😂

Some people will never be happy dear friend. No matter what they’re given.

Meanwhile, I’m over here sobbing at the beautiful arc of TK being able to verbally admit that he’s worried about too much of a burden for Carlos and ruining Carlos’s life if they go forward and TK has the Huntington gene on top of being an addict and a strand (which is basically being a death magnet).

And letting Carlos talk to him about it rather than what TK used to do in previous seasons which is just flat out bolt. Like, season one and between seasons two and three TK was like “I’m just gonna run before I can ruin him and myself in the process.” The growth.

And then we have Carlos Reyes who once struggled to say I love you and boyfriend saying soulmate!!! The fuck. Like we knew (ronen posting the bar picture of Carlos watching TK was such trolling) but hearing him say it when words have always been hard for him.

[br1ghtestlight]

a river runs through bob is SUCH a funny episode bob is so stupid. love that linda and bob get stranded naked in the woods in the middle of nowhere with no plan or skills. love that the kids are totally 100% capable and plan on saving their parents while still remembering to pack food and a survival handbook and other useful items (and remembering to tie their inner tubes together) louise gene and tina just having a straight up great time riding down the river and eating snacks while Bob and linda are on DEATHS DOOR and eventually saving the day w/ bees and tricking a doomsday cult leader. amazing episode no notes

[swigllier]

Autism has been activated anyways so basic summary of sanji’s childhood: (spoilers ahead of course for WCI)

He was born a quadruplet with ichiji, nini, and yonji, reiju already being 3 years old at the time of their birth and all of them were an experiment to try and create essentially superhumans, and for the quadruplets that had a surgery done when they were in the womb to remove their emotions. Sora, Sanji’s mother, was against the procedure but was forced to have it done anyways and so in retaliation she drank poison to try and counteract the procedure but it only worked for sanji and Sanji was born a “normal” child with high ammounts of empathy and kindness.

As they grew up, Sora was forbidden to see her kids though sanji still snuck out to see her anyways, bringing her bentos he had cooked though he was never very good at it, meanwhile his brothers and father relentlessly berated him for liking cooking as it wasnt becoming of a ruthless germa prince, leading to many beatings.

Eventually, it was revealed to Judge that sanji’s genes were completely normal, so Judge gave him the iron helmet and locked him in the dungeon proclaiming him to be dead to the germa kingdom, meanwhile his siblings found him and gave him daily beatings.

While in the dungeon, Sanji occupied his time with books and practicing his cooking skills, learning about the all blue from a book and dreaming about becoming a chef and occasionally talkingwith reiju who patched him up after his brother’s harsh beatings.

Eventually, the kingdom of Germa’s fleet crossed the red line from the north blue to the east blue for war, allowing a chance for Sanji to escape his prison as Reiju used her superhuman strength to bend the bars, instructing him as to the location of the key for his helmet.

He was able to reach the key, only to run face to face with judge who essentially disowned him right then and there and allowed him to run away to which Sanji ran to a docked cruise ship, traveling with them for approximately one year before that ship was attacked by Zeff’s crew and Sanji and Zeff were stranded on a rock for nearly 3 months, starving half to death and eventually starting the baratie together after the ordeal.

I will gladly elaborate if prompted~

- 💚

THANK YOJ THANK YOU!!!!! i meannnn feel free to use the question box to get out all your thoughts bc i am more than willing to listen!! 😏😏 i mayyyy or may not be writing a fic so the more the better yknow!!? also i love reading analysis’ soooooooooo

[kaddyssammlung]

Telomeres – Analysis

Taken from Dr. Bruce Lipton

“...built into everyone of our cells is the Fountain of youth. It's something called Telomeres. They are special parts of the DNA. So When you open up the nucleus of the cell the chromosomes come out an there are 46 chromosomes. 23 from your mother and 23 from your father. A chromosome is a sleeve of protein wrapped around a double helix of DNA. And the significance about this is the telomeres are at the ends of the chromosome. A telomere is extensions of DNA after the genes. It's a part of the DNA that doesn't program anything it's just extended DNA. Why is this important. When DNA reproduces: first there comes an enzyme when it's time to reproduce the DNA and that enzyme is called the “Helicase”. It's an enzyme that breaks the helix. As the helicase moves down the DNA it splits it into two separate strands. But at the end of the DNA there are different little marks and this is where the telomere is. The telomeres are an extra extension of the DNA.

When the enzyme comes in that copies the DNA called a polymerase it's like a train that lands on the DNA as the tracks and as the polymerase moves down the track it leaves behind it in awake a copy of the DNA that it was riding on. So as the train is moving down the DNA strand it creates a duplicate piece of DNA behind it. This is how the DNA is reproduced. But the serious part is this: when the enzyme gets to the end of the strand guess what it cannot copy the piece of the DNA that it's sitting on because the next move that train will fall of the track. The reproduced DNA is shorter then the one before.

It was believed that the length of the telomeres determined how long we lived.

Then the scientist Elizabeth Blackburn discovered something.

Telomerase is an enzyme that ads extensions to the telomere.

There is just one problem with that!

Idk how to tie this to the lyrics XD

“You guide me in to safety and silence as you breathe me out I drink you in”

That strange images of eating/swallowing etc. again. It still has me thinking about what he did to meet Sleep or if this had anything to do with it.

I tend to think about alchemy as some sort of aid in order to achieve this because it's something that I'm familiar with but there are other substances, too. I still don't really know what to make of these topics.

(I put the link to the ED related analysis in here because it fits)

“And we go beyond the farthest reaches where the light bends and wraps beneath us”

I really like this. This is how far they go :)

Edit: so....a few days ago I did a course, you can best describe it with energy work, and I feel like I went to that place that he describes in here. It's all so weird. I mean beautiful but it's weird how so many things just fit to the lyrics. But that's just how they work.

“And I know as you collapse into me this is the start of something”

Like stars collapese?!

"When massive stars die, they don't just fade away. Their lives end in the most spectacular and most luminous explosions that we know. For weeks they can become nearly as bright as a whole galaxy."

(source)

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That's what you can see after stars collapsed?! That looks cool!

“Rivers and oceans we could beckon, no your eyes and your limbs are instruments to pic apart the distance within”

This just sounds so nice.

But all I ever do lately is pic apart my food in a strange way again.

I don't know how eyes and limbs can be instruments to pic apart the distance within. I also don't know what he could mean. Telemores is a bit of a weird one for me.

“the past, the future through death my arms are open”

What stands out to me here is the phrase: through death. Maybe he means Ego death? Or real death? I have no idea. And also for some reason I have this connected to reincarnation again.

A weird one XD Either deep dive into it and spend days resarching things and maybe come up with something or leave it a peace for now. I go with leaving it at peace for now.

If someone is interested in more stuff...idk...I guess that's a good book?! I watched so many videos from him but I don't remember much. Maybe someone is interested in finding out more...

[bidonica]

I am enjoying playing the metal gears on their own merit but also Death Stranding is always on my mind and I have a couple of side notes (that will be updated as I go forward as I'm just at the beginning of Snake Eater):

At the end of MGS2, Snake's voiceover basically enunciates the themes of Death Stranding:

Life isn't just about passing on your genes. We can leave behind much more than just DNA. Through speech, music, literature and movies... what we've seen, heard, felt... anger, joy and sorrow... these are the things I will pass on. That's what I live for. We need to pass the torch, and let our children read our messy and sad history by its light. We have all the magic of the digital age to do that with. The human race will probably come to an end some time, and new species may rule over this planet. Earth may not be forever, but we still have the responsibility to leave what traces of life we can. Building the future and keeping the past alive are one and the same thing.

MGS3's gimmick for the save screen is to have your liaison Para Medic talk to you about famous and lesser known genre movies from the first half of the 20th century. Let me tell you I jumped on the chair when she brought up a 1959 movie featuring Gregory Peck and Ava Gardner called On The Beach:

In 1964, World War III has devastated the Northern Hemisphere, killing all humans there. Air currents are slowly carrying the fallout to the Southern Hemisphere, where Melbourne, Australia will be the last major city on Earth to perish. The American nuclear submarine USS Sawfish, commanded by Capt. Dwight Towers, arrives in Melbourne and is placed under Royal Australian Navy command. Peter Holmes, a young Australian Naval officer with a wife and infant child, is assigned to be Towers' liaison. Holmes invites Towers to his home for a party, where Towers meets Julian Osborn, a depressive nuclear scientist who helped build the bombs, and Moira Davidson, a lonely alcoholic with whom Towers develops a tentative attraction. Although Davidson falls in love with Towers, he finds himself unable to return her feelings, because he can't bring himself to admit his wife and children in the US are dead. (full summary on wikipedia)

The plot is... overall pretty bleak, which might align with what Kojima said about having rewritten a lot of part 2 as he reconsidered what it meant to "connect" after the pandemic. There are also interesting connections to the presence of the George Miller character in DS2, what with the overall importance of Australia and the presence of a lethal car race. Another things that's Classic Kojima is a mid-story twist about the initial mission being actually for nothing (one LOSTheads are probably familiar with), but we've already been told by the DS2 trailer in pretty clear terms that Sam has been deceived, possibly more than once.

Idk, these might be all pretty obvious parallels and callbacks but I'm also under the impression that few people played the metal gears with Death Stranding in mind rather than the opposite so maybe it's worth jotting down.