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“i wish i could have died in the place of my friends.”
twisted so he is essentially dead to the world and forgotten by all who knew him, yet the friends in question (guren/kotetsu/miwa) are all successfully brought back to life. if he’s working with another magical girl/boy who dies, the pain of their death is transferred to him and they survive, but forget him in the process. the same for any fatal damage taken by someone who either considered him or who he considered a ‘friend,’ regardless of distance.
- Kyubey came to him as he realized he was the sole survivor of the accidental fire which lead to the deaths of his three friends, who insisted he escape first. Knowing they were already dead before paramedics could get to them, he wished for them to live, at the cost of his death.
- His ability is “Sacrifice” (Redirect injuries inflicted on allies towards himself).
- His weapon is that of sharp, jagged icicles used as blades.
- Due to the nature of his ability, he works best in a pair or small group, staying behind to take damage as his allies attack. However, he’s rather fearful of working with allies due to the lasting effects of his wish. He used to be able to fight on his own without relying so much on his ability, but as he’s aged, his ability in battle has weakened, and he has had to rely on others to attack in his stead.
- Typically, he staves off from fighting witches as long as possible, in order to minimize the risk of being forgotten.
- Is very used to pain at this point. Even when fully healed, he’s constantly in pain dealt by the psychological damage of dying repeatedly.
- His ideal team is with a healer, a defender, and an attacker. The defender protects himself and his healer as he takes damage in place of the attacker. While he’s gotten close with both a healer and defender, their attacker tends to come and go as they survive death and forget him.
- Since he doesn’t legally exist anymore, he’s been left to wander on his own for a long time. Usually, he’s able to convince an ally to let him stay for a few days, but currently has a semi-permanent residence with his team.
- His soul gem is in the shape of a silver rectangle that acts as a clasp for his cape.
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the beach (2)
start over again. from the beginning.
i wanted to take them to the beach. somewhere warm in the summertime.
mediterranean? soft waves in the right spots. warm water for swimming.
how do you know that?
word of mouth. what, did you think you forgot a whole trip there?
i could have.
…do you think she’d like it?
far enough from home. gotta keep her close. can’t let her
when’s the last time you've eaten?
the bag, the bag!
so much for staying alive.
maybe there’s a beach out there, after everything. somewhere we can meet at, when everything’s said and done.
don’t be stupid. when you die, you die. a whole lot of black and nothing.
she deserved better than that. she deserves a beach to rest at. laying in the sun while kids play in the water.
but the ice was always home.
i wonder if i’ll see her skating, when i finally meet her again. just like when we met.
you’re losing it. come on now, breathe through this one. say something, will you? stay with me, please.
she couldn’t stand it, but she couldn’t stay away. kind of like you. and we couldn’t keep each other from our lives either.
maybe naomi will be different.
maybe.
i hope she doesn’t regret it.
not like us.
not like we did.
the beach
i wanted to take her to the beach once. both of them. a warm sunny beach. clear waters, open air. peaceful.
she laughed, the first time i mentioned it. suggested it, to her. the princess of the ice, lying beneath the warm sun.
her laugh was loud. unrestrained. no one else really got to hear it but me, i think. see her smile like that, thinking of a better future. i
future. a better future? isn’t this already the better future?
you get to fight, get to kill, get to work for
get to fail. get to fail. get to fail.
roll over. throw it all up. breathe.
it stinks.
you’ve smelled worse.
dead fish in a dying puddle. not that bad. you ever stop to watch the ducks eat them up? shaking their head like dogs ripping up the flesh.
or maybe dogs shake like birds. like ducks.
wouldn’t find ducks in the open water. seagulls?
it’s a beach. it stinks.
only when everything there is dead. peaceful, remember? water warm enough to swim in.
trying to pop a look at her?
as if we hadn’t seen more!
do you remember it? do you remember her? what she looked like, who she was? her name, her face, her cold stare on the ice? do you remember the song she danced to, when you saw her win?
…
i remember i wanted to take them both to the beach someday. i think she’d like it there. away from the ice.
you’ll kill her like that. you’ll kill her.
she’s already dead.
#self#vivi writing#this must seem abstract. sorry.#hes in a place now! and a time!#thats an improvement?#sorry fox
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the beach (color separated)
i wanted to take her to the beach once. both of them. a warm sunny beach. clear waters, open air. peaceful.
she laughed, the first time i mentioned it. suggested it, to her. the princess of the ice, lying beneath the warm sun.
her laugh was loud. unrestrained. no one else really got to hear it but me, i think. see her smile like that, thinking of a better future. i
future. a better future? isn’t this already the better future?
you get to fight, get to kill, get to work for
get to fail. get to fail. get to fail.
roll over. throw it all up. breathe.
it stinks.
you’ve smelled worse.
dead fish in a dying puddle. not that bad. you ever stop to watch the ducks eat them up? shaking their head like dogs ripping up the flesh.
or maybe dogs shake like birds. like ducks.
wouldn’t find ducks in the open water. seagulls?
it’s a beach. it stinks.
only when everything there is dead. peaceful, remember? water warm enough to swim in.
trying to pop a look at her?
as if we hadn’t seen more!
do you remember it? do you remember her? what she looked like, who she was? her name, her face, her cold stare on the ice? do you remember the song she danced to, when you saw her win?
…
i remember i wanted to take them both to the beach someday. i think she’d like it there. away from the ice.
you’ll kill her like that. you’ll kill her.
she’s already dead.
the beach
i wanted to take her to the beach once. both of them. a warm sunny beach. clear waters, open air. peaceful.
she laughed, the first time i mentioned it. suggested it, to her. the princess of the ice, lying beneath the warm sun.
her laugh was loud. unrestrained. no one else really got to hear it but me, i think. see her smile like that, thinking of a better future. i
future. a better future? isn’t this already the better future?
you get to fight, get to kill, get to work for
get to fail. get to fail. get to fail.
roll over. throw it all up. breathe.
it stinks.
you’ve smelled worse.
dead fish in a dying puddle. not that bad. you ever stop to watch the ducks eat them up? shaking their head like dogs ripping up the flesh.
or maybe dogs shake like birds. like ducks.
wouldn’t find ducks in the open water. seagulls?
it’s a beach. it stinks.
only when everything there is dead. peaceful, remember? water warm enough to swim in.
trying to pop a look at her?
as if we hadn’t seen more!
do you remember it? do you remember her? what she looked like, who she was? her name, her face, her cold stare on the ice? do you remember the song she danced to, when you saw her win?
…
i remember i wanted to take them both to the beach someday. i think she’d like it there. away from the ice.
you’ll kill her like that. you’ll kill her.
she’s already dead.
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sorry ive been writing them as a system for a while now so its like. decipherable to me who is who in that writing but it is absolutely not for anyone else is it. i need to make like. an annotated version. color coded version.
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the beach
i wanted to take her to the beach once. both of them. a warm sunny beach. clear waters, open air. peaceful.
she laughed, the first time i mentioned it. suggested it, to her. the princess of the ice, lying beneath the warm sun.
her laugh was loud. unrestrained. no one else really got to hear it but me, i think. see her smile like that, thinking of a better future. i
future. a better future? isn’t this already the better future?
you get to fight, get to kill, get to work for
get to fail. get to fail. get to fail.
roll over. throw it all up. breathe.
it stinks.
you’ve smelled worse.
dead fish in a dying puddle. not that bad. you ever stop to watch the ducks eat them up? shaking their head like dogs ripping up the flesh.
or maybe dogs shake like birds. like ducks.
wouldn’t find ducks in the open water. seagulls?
it’s a beach. it stinks.
only when everything there is dead. peaceful, remember? water warm enough to swim in.
trying to pop a look at her?
as if we hadn’t seen more!
do you remember it? do you remember her? what she looked like, who she was? her name, her face, her cold stare on the ice? do you remember the song she danced to, when you saw her win?
…
i remember i wanted to take them both to the beach someday. i think she’d like it there. away from the ice.
you’ll kill her like that. you’ll kill her.
she’s already dead.
#self#vivi writing#this was technically made for the apartment but#i dont know. i dont want to put it there#so ill put it here#and before u ask. erm. ofc this is abt frank
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my greatest sin is that i just CANT reread what i write bc im sure id want to change things from the early chapters but its been so long theres no way i remember them. n313 is recent enough for me to remember tho so i probably will redo that one soon enough. esp since mgs1 is upon us.
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ok goodnight 👍
#into mgs we go#weeee escape from msx time#19 chapters idk how to cut chapters or condense mg writing 😭#self#i like the chapter breaks but it makes them so shorttttt
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the naomi/frank sibling dynamic gets me so bad :goingthruit: we see none of it yet we know its there and we know its so powerful for them both. and god these two chapters are just That and its making me crazy. no one else gets it but i get it. bc god do i feel like i owe my brother the same way.
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unfortunately this means i want to rewrite a few chapters but you know what! that can be a problem for future me
evolving headcanons are fun. watching how more insanity makes things make more sense over time
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evolving headcanons are fun. watching how more insanity makes things make more sense over time
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i need to do whatever i want with the metal gear canon at all times or i go crazy. i do not care about what is canon anymore i need to go Beyond. i need to go to where venom sees fox and fox sees venom and thats not big boss and venom doesnt know who this is and what the fuck is going on here!!!!!
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LIKE. GRIPPING DISSOCIATIVE DISORDER FOX BY THE SHOULDERS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DONT KNOW. he shrugs like big boss shows up and then he leaves. simple as that.
null peeking out from behind like an angry little dog. hello little man. please dont bite me. hes all glares all frowns all business all doing what he thinks he needs to because its big boss. big boss is back and hes around and hes expecting something of them hes expecting work hes expecting responsibility hes expecting professionalism and by god if thats whats expected of them, then null will deliver on every part of that fantasy because thats unironically what he lives for. not just fighting not just war but having a reason to keep bothering with it all a reason to keep doing the only thing he knows and thats big boss.
he cant let big boss down, now can he?
and its Weird how little he'll interact with everyone in the time the boss is at the base. how he never smiles anymore and everything he says is short and quiet and only meant for the boss and whoever else deserves to hear it. its weird but thats just what happens when the boss is around.
and just imagining miller seeing it is making me lose my mind. miller knowing the kids in deep and bad and fuck, you might just be worse than ocelot is about this. brainwashed by a statue of nothing at all. and would he feel bad? would he feel that shred of guilt for seeing how far the poisons spread? its just another stepping stone, just another enemy, just another piece in the game called revenge. but how far do the roots go and how many are going to be toppled in the end.
knowing the pieces set up for the show and knowing whos going to be against who. knowing its going to kill david to do this and hell, would it kill fox too? the way he looks, the way he acts when things finally matter. you gotta hope theres something real under there, right?
(god its real its real the way he sets it up to watch himself fall its real the way he gives himself up as a failure to all)
"for acting like big boss's guard dog, you sure aren't trained like one."
#self#ITS 1AM AND IM GOING CRAZY#WHEN IM THINKING ABT KAZUHIRA MILLER YOU KNOW IM FUCKED!!!!!!#I DONT DO THAT!!!! I DONT THINK ABOUT MILLER!!!!!! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!
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like sorry but my ult favorite thing to think about with fox is just. how his brain Shifts Completely when bibos around vs when hes off site. fox going from being bratty and catty and bothering everyone around base bc he knows hes untouchable and hes just playing around come awnnnn hes just a little guy! hes just a little guy. and then big boss shows up and hes just. shut mouth all glares eyeing down everyone who dares to look big boss's way. eyes piercing with a focus he usually lacks when hes messing around on site and its chilling when he gets like this but hey its his job and you ask him about it and he just huh? do i? i dont think im thaaat scary, am i? play biting at the air. like he doesnt even know.
which like i have thoughts about but its almost 1am and auhrhfhfhvh
"for acting like big boss's guard dog, you sure aren't trained like one."
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"for acting like big boss's guard dog, you sure aren't trained like one."
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i miss foxhound shenanigans. just guys in wars like its normal and nothings any more stress than its always been and everythings just alright.
#self#fox sneaking miller good booze to get paired up with snake on their next partner drill#sorry. held that whole convo in my brain#hes such a little brat. please act your age fox.#exasperating.
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