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Who are you, really?

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hi guys welcome back to my channel it is i ummm uhhhhhhhhhmmmmmm

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You'll hurt your eyes sitting so close to the TV

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jack, do you remember the day we met?

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Fucking April 30th eh

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THE MUSES SPEAK: EMOTIONS + EXPERIENCES

Send a symbol for my muse to talk about...

💭 a recent thought

💡 a recent idea

🌙 a recent/reoccurring dream

🌑 a recent/reoccurring nightmare

💬 a recent conversation

🌩 a recent argument

💀 a phobia

👻 an irrational fear

🦄 a daydream/fantasy

💫 something they wish would happen

💧 something they hope never happens

📌 something they're planning

👑 something they're proud of

💦 something they're guilty about

🔨 something that annoys them

🔥 something that makes them furious

💨 something that disgusts them

👀 something they think is fascinating

💤 something they think is boring

📣 something they're passionate about

🎯 something they're good at

🔧 something they're bad at

🌟 something they know a lot about

❔ something that confuses them

🔮 a belief/superstition they hold

🎱 a belief/superstition they no longer hold

🦴 an injury they've suffered (or worry about suffering)

🦠 an illness/condition they've had (or currently have)

💎 a memory they'll always remember

☔ a memory they're trying to forget

📚 something they've learned

📖 something they're currently learning

🔍 something they'd like to learn

⛺ a place that's important to them

✈️ a place they'd like to go

🌋 a place they never want to go

🔑 a secret they're keeping

💣 a mistake they've made

🚨 a crisis they've faced

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fuck it. go my muse drop

the lightning in the rain; raiden

do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?; otacon

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finally beat mgs2 the other day. i fucking love this franchise.

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ouroboros....

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Where Hyles watches Snake with all the enthusiasm of a biologist pinning an insect on a display board, Snake focuses on his captor's actions rather than his words; noting the way he circles around his quarry, the subtle intensity in his eyes. His gaze is like iron, shifting only when the other man reaches over for a container.

"You can just call me Snake," he replies. "Though I figure you probably knew that already."

He's certainly not planning to give up his actual name anytime soon. His eyes remain fixed on the container, as if he's expecting Hyles to pull a gun on him.

"I can't really say there's much I'm afraid of these days."

His answer isn't exactly a lie. With the kind of life he's lived, he's long abandoned that natural fear of death -- if anything he feels alive when he's staring Death in the face, when he's fighting for his life deep in the bloody underbelly of the battlefield. It's encoded into his very genes. He's known ever since Shadow Moses, since Zanzibar Land.

What Solid Snake is afraid of is far more complicated and deep-rooted than something as basic as death or pain.

"If you're going to ask me questions, can I at least get your name? Figure it's only fair to know who I'm gonna get cut up by." He turns the question on Hyles. With how chatty this guy seems he figures he can try to probe for some information, get a better grasp of the situation and who he's dealing with.

❥ ❝ following the trail with @through-worlds-and-time's Snake.❞

Barely perceptible, his smile starts to rise when Snake seems to react to his words. Awake, Snake is careful – and when he stares, Hyles stares right back, a glint of curiosity keeping him just as captive as the man seemed to be.

A chuckle comes when a response is given. Already, this encounter is all the more fun than mere observation.

"Really? You really think that? I don't think we can make that assumption until we put it to the test, yes? Hypotheticals are just that..." Hyles takes his time, step by slow step, wanting to go in semi-circles around the man. Study, he wants to study him, yes. Thoroughly, excessively.

"Why don't we start with the basics? Your name, and your fears... Would you share them with me? Or... are you the type to want them forced out of you?" When he finishes his questions, he reaches over for a medium-sized container, waiting... He can be patient, give the man some grace, allow him to reply with words or nothing at all. It didn't matter, he was excited for it either way.

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Day 117

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tfw you're trying to work on drafts but then you think about the boss a little too much

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I'm still (slowly) working on drafts but uuummmm if we're mutuals and we've yet to interact or plot, feel free to like this post and i'll send a meme (or slide into your IMs if I have any plotting ideas) 👀

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it drives me so crazy that the older snavid gets the more he looks like his father. like imagine you're some kid in foster care and you have no idea who your parents are, the only clue you have is your appearance and you can't help but wonder if you look more like your father or your mother. maybe you'll know if you ever meet them.

then you're barely an adult and in the military and you've basically stopped caring. if they wanted you they would have found you, and if they didn't then good riddance. they most likely died, and that doesn't matter when you're on the battlefield. it's the only place that's ever wanted you, although you're pretty sure they would have taken anyone in if it meant another piece on the board. you try not to let it get to you. you don't believe in a god or an afterlife. you don't think you'll see them if you die.

eventually foxhound picks you up. the best of the best. they've poured over hundreds of thousands of people and selected you, a nobody, out of them. you've always been good at fighting, and it isn't like there's anyone waiting for you back at home. this is your chance. big boss himself wants to train you, and you hope it isn't too obvious how much you admire him. he always has a strange look in his eyes if you give it away. you get stares from the older staff when they see you together, specifically from master miller. you swear to prove that you're worth the effort.

you get sent to outer heaven and it all falls apart. he didn't pick you because he saw potential or anything, he picked you because he knew you'd never ask any questions. because you'd follow anything he said. he looks different, bleeding out, a piece of scrapnel that must've been from metal gear tx-55's destruction. you limp your way back to foxhound, but you can't bear to stay. miller looks at you just like he looked at him.

they drag you back years later after you've entered the mercenary field with a promise to end the nightmares. it's worth a shot. the dead walk again, turned against you, and children hover over the edge of the cycle. you kill your friends. your allies die. big boss waits for you. he says that this is your home. that you'll never be free. that you're his son. you wonder why you never put it together earlier. your resembalnce is erased with an improvised fire. he dies screaming for you. your eyes are the same.

alaska lets you forget, but only temporarily. you drink until you forget that he's your kin and that everyone you've ever cared about is either dead or so far away you don't know how you'd find them. you don't think you want them to see you. you don't think you want them to realize just how similar you look. it comes to you that some of the people you trusted most knew and didn't say anything. what fondess for them you have starts to shrivel. your dogs don't care about them. they only know you. you love them more than anything.

stalking through shadow moses, you wonder if your brother was haunted by the same face. you wonder if it has to end the same way, but he has your father's ambition. maybe you carry that as well. what else could drive you to continue after so long? maybe it's those you meet within. they have a chance to be free. you have to help them make it. you aren't bound to your genes, no matter how exact they might be. it's the first time in a long time that you feel hopeful.

you meet another one of your kin. he's desperate and angry and could almost be called noble had it not been for the blood drenching his hands, pointing children towards his enemies and bringing arsenal's wrath. he's your little brother. he's far older than you. he's the spitting image of the man you burnt to death. you try and help raiden in the way you never were. you can only hope it's enough.

you're aging unaturally. you wonder if this was how solidus felt, exhaused and spiteful and nihilistic. you've always looked in the mirror and saw him, ever since that faithful day at zanzibar land, but it seems harder to shake off now. it won't matter for long.

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Saw you write Zagreus, I write Thanatos. Maybe we could write some time?

Of course!! I'm always down to plot a thread or two :]

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I'm still (slowly) working on drafts but uuummmm if we're mutuals and we've yet to interact or plot, feel free to like this post and i'll send a meme (or slide into your IMs if I have any plotting ideas) 👀