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RASSVET – « Where is the boys are ? »

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Edited by Thomas Vigoureux

*Joseph Biais filmed by Thomas Vigoureux and Sirus Gahan, edited by Sirus Gahan

*Lilian Fev filmed and edited by Elliot Bonnabel

*Val Bauer filmed and edited by Thomas Vigoureux

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MGS3 SCRIPT NOTES: DEFINITIVE OCELOT EDITION

[All machine translated. Taken from MGS3 scenario book. Comments in square brackets were added by me.]

FIRST ENCOUNTER AT RASSVET

距離はかなりある。 スネークをザ・ボスと間違う程。

The distance is considerable. So much so that he mistakes Snake for The Boss.

早撃ち。 撃つごとに肘を曲げ、リコイルの衝撃を吸収する。 (オーバーアクションにみえるが、高等テクニック)

Rapid firing. Bends his elbow after each shot to absorb the shock of recoil. (This may look like overacting, but it is a high level technique)

オセロットは大佐から聞いているので、ザ・ボスだと思っている。 オセロットの言葉「伝説の ボス」の意味には気づいていない。

Ocelot thinks he is The Boss because he has heard it from the Colonel. He is unaware of the meaning of Ocelot's term "The Legendary Boss".

「なんだ? その構え方? その銃は?(麻酔銃か?)」

"What the hell? What's with the way you're holding yourself? What's with the gun? (Is that a tranquilizer gun?)"

目の前にマガジンとジャムっていた運命の弾丸が落ちてくる。この弾丸を本編では首からぶら 下げる事になる。いつも弾を弄るのが癖。

The bullet of fate, jammed in the magazine, falls in front of him. This bullet is to be hung from his neck in the main story. He always has a habit of fiddling with the bullet/playing with bullets.

負け知らずだったオセロット、信じられない。自尊心崩壊。

Ocelot, who had never lost, can't believe it. Self-esteem collapses.

スネーク、銃口をオセロットに向け、冷徹に話す。教官のように。

Snake, muzzle pointed at Ocelot, speaks coolly. Like an instructor.

スネーク

「(見真似で流行りの技術を使おうとする若者を見て一言いいたくなった) 初弾を手動で排していたな。 考え方はおかしくない。 だが、聞きかじっただけ の行為を実戦で試すもんじゃない。だから弾詰まりなど起こすんだ」

Snake: "(I wanted to say something when I saw a young man trying to use trendy technology by imitation.) You manually ejected the first bullet. The idea is not strange. But you shouldn't try out in battle what you've only heard about it. That's why you get jammed bullets."

オセロットはこの時の強烈すぎる屈辱でスネークに惹かれる。 またこの時のセリフをMGS1 のATで言う。

スネーク

「だが早撃ちは見事だった･･･いいセンスだ」

オセロット

「いいセンス･･････」

―オセロット、動揺し、そこで気絶する。

Ocelot is drawn to Snake because of the intense humiliation/disgrace at this time. He also says the line at this time in the AT [?] of MGS1.

[惹かれる - to be charmed by; to be attracted to; to be taken with; to be drawn to]

Snake: "But the quick shot was brilliant... good sense."

Ocelot: "Good sense..."

Ocelot, upset, faints there.

[動揺 - disturbance; unrest; agitation; excitement; commotion; turmoil; discomposure; feeling shaken]

IN THE HELICOPTER

[Couldn't find anything very interesting here but included some lines anyway.]

ヘリ内(ハインド)のカーゴ内には大佐とオセロット、 山猫部隊。 オセロットは元気なく、ジ ヤミングしたマカロフと弾丸を見つめている。

In the cargo of the helicopter (Hind) are the Colonel, Ocelot, and the Wildcat Unit. Ocelot is in low spirits, staring at the jammed Makarov and bullet.

大佐の狂気の行動にショックが大きい。

Colonel fires. Ocelot is shocked by the madness of the Colonel.

SECOND ENCOUNTER AT RASSVET

オセロット

「(嬉しそうに)その構え、その構えだ(見たかった)」

スネークに会えてかなりうれしい。

恍惚のオセロット。EVAは身体をよじって逃げようとする。

Ocelot: "(Looking happy) That's the stance, that's the stance (I wanted to see)." He is quite happy to see Snake. Ocelot is ecstatic; EVA twists and turns to escape.

スネーク

「確かにいい銃だ。だが、その彫刻は何の戦術的優位性もない。実用と鑑賞用は 「違う」

オセロット

「･･････ (かなり傷ついた)」

Snake: "It's a nice gun, to be sure. But the engravings have no tactical advantage. There is a difference between utility and appreciation."

Ocelot: "... (quite hurt)."

リボルバーには残弾がなくなっている。マカロフが8+1なので6発で空撃ち! マカロフに

慣れていたのでうっかりしていた。

The revolver has no more ammo left. The Makarov is 8+1, so 6 rounds and empty! He was so used to the Makarov that he was careless.

スネーク、説教を続ける。

Snake continues preaching.

二度の失態に苦い顔。さらにスネークが好きになる。

Two blunders and a bitter face. He likes Snake even more.

手でEVAを制するスネーク。

スネーク

「待てっ!(オセロットが好きになりだしている)」

EVA

「どうして?」

スネーク

「奴はまだ若い」

Snake controls EVA with his hand. Snake: "Wait! (He is starting to like Ocelot.)" EVA: "Why?" Snake: "He's still young."

BOLSHAYA PAST CREVICE

実はザ・ボスはCQC時に発信機を付けた。 コブラ部隊はこの発信機のおかげで先回りしている (発信機情報を頼りにオセロットや蛇軍団は待ち受けている)。

The Boss attached a transmitter during CQC. Cobra forces are ahead of him thanks to this transmitter (Ocelot and the Cobra Unit are waiting for him, relying on the transmitter information).

オセロット

「やはり来たな。 ザ・ボスの情報 (発信機)は確かだ」

Ocelot: "I knew you'd come. The Boss' information (transmitter) is solid."

―顎でスネークの背後を示す。 と、スネークの背後(エリアの入り口) 山猫部隊が塞いでいる。 山猫部隊が見張っている。つまりはスネークとオセロットのタイマン勝負の環境を作っている。 山 猫部隊はスネークにAKを向けている。GRUの一般兵士、 コブラ部隊に邪魔されない、通れないように見張っている。

編注:製品版では合図が猫の鳴きまねに変更されている。また、山猫部隊がスネークを、GRUの一般兵士が森の入り口を見張るような配置をする。

He indicates behind Snake with his chin. And behind Snake (entrance to area), the Wildcat Unit blocks. The Wildcat Unit is keeping watch. In other words, they are creating an environment for a one-on-one match between Snake and Ocelot. Wildcat Unit has AKs pointed at Snake. General soldiers of the GRU, watching to make sure they are not interfered with or passed by the Cobra Unit. Editor's note: In the production version, the signalling has been changed to a cat meow. In addition, the Wildcat Unit should be positioned to guard Snake and the GRU general soldiers to guard the entrance to the forest.

オセロット「12発だ･･････いいか、今回は12発だ」

スネーク、戸惑う(銃を抜かない)。 オセロット、見事なガンプレイで銃をホルスターに戻す。かなり銃が手に馴染んできている。 オセロットらしさが光る。

Ocelot: "Twelve shots... Okay, twelve shots this time." Snake, confused (does not draw his gun). Ocelot, with excellent gunplay, puts the gun back in its holster. The gun is becoming quite comfortable in his hand. Ocelot's character/essence shines through.

一蜂の大群が来襲! 蜂は暗雲となり、空を包む。辺りをすっぽりと包む。夜のように暗くなる。 山猫部隊パニックに陥る。ここではまだペインは出さない。蜂が山猫部隊に襲う。 スネーク、姿勢を低くして蜂の来襲に備えている。 オセロット、たまらない!

A swarm of bees attacks! The bees become a dark cloud and envelop the sky. It completely envelops the area. It becomes dark as night. The Wildcat Unit panics. The Pain is not released here yet. The bees attack the Wildcat Unit. Snake, keeping his posture low, preparing for the bees to attack. Ocelot, irresistible!

オセロット

「(ふん、ふん、えい、えい等、蜂をよける息)」

オセロット、ガンプレイで蜂をよける。

Ocelot: "(Damn, damn, ei, ei, etc. breath to repel bees)

[I think えい is onomatopoeic. One website says this: (1) *son of a bitch!*; (2) *shriek* *aiiee!* Yelled when getting down to serious physical business.]

Ocelot, dodging bees with gunplay.

PONIZOVJE WAREHOUSE

ザ・ボス

「勝手な真似はするな(クレバスでの事)」

ザ・ボス、リボルバーをオセロットに見せる。

ザ・ボス

「奴(スネーク)は我々コブラ部隊が処理する」

ザ・ボス、手の中のリボルバーをバラバラにして返す。対面するザ・ボス。(母親と息子)

オセロット、怒って去っていく(基地に入っていく)。

The Boss: "Don't do anything rash (in the crevasse)." The Boss shows the revolver to Ocelot. The Boss: "We'll take care of him (Snake) with our Cobra Unit." The Boss returns the revolver in his hand in pieces. The Boss faces him. (Mother and son.) Ocelot, leaving angrily (entering the base).

GROZNYJ GRAD

大佐

「必ず内部にスパイがいる」

オセロット

「同志を疑うなど(自分がフルシチョフ派のスパイなので)」

Colonel: "There is always a spy on the inside." Ocelot: "I don't doubt my comrades (since I am a Khrushchevite spy)."

大佐

「CIAの犬め!」

大佐

「残るはザ・フューリーのみか......。伝説のコブラ部隊がいとも容易く……」

オセロット

「(うっとりと。つい本音を言ってしまう) さすがだ･･････」

右手でリトルジョーを回している。 大佐、 オセロットをキッとにらむ。

大佐

「惚れたのか?」

ボス、白い馬に近づく。

Colonel: "CIA dog!" Colonel: "Only The Fury remains... The legendary Cobra Unit is easy..." Ocelot: "(Enraptured/absentmindedly/in a daze. I can't help but say how I really feel.) As expected..." He spins Little Joe [The Fear's crossbow] with his right hand. Colonel, glaring at Ocelot. Colonel: "Are you in love?" Boss, approaching on white horse.

オセロット、つまらなそうに基地内へ。

と、EVAの背後を通り過ぎようとして立ち止まる。

オセロット 「ん?」

鼻をひくひくさせる。EVA、緊張して一歩下がる。

オセロット

「(鼻をひくひくさせる音)」

オセロット

「香水か?(どこかで嗅いだ臭い)」

EVAに近づき、全身をジロジロと見る。右手でリトルジョーをくるくる回している。

オセロット

「ふむ(思い出せない) ••••••」

EVAの足下、バイク用の編み上げブーツを履いている。着替える時間がなかった。

もしくはゴーグルを首にかけていてもいい。

リトルジョーの矢先をEVAの首筋にピタリと向ける。

オセロット

「��いブーツだ。ちゃんと磨いておけよ」

バイク用のブーツ、左足の甲がバイクのシフトペダルでEの字にかすれている? 乗り方が荒 いので激しいキズ、または特有のシフトチェンジ癖で独特の形になっている。オセロット、去ってゆく。ほっとするEVA。

Ocelot, looking bored, went into the base. And, trying to pass behind EVA, stops. Ocelot: "Hm?" Nose twitching. EVA, nervous, takes a step back. Ocelot: "(sniffing sound)" Ocelot: "Perfume? (I've smelled it somewhere before.)" Approaches EVA and stares at her. He is twirling Little Joe with his right hand. Ocelot: "Hm (can't remember)..." EVA is wearing laced up motorcycle boots. She didn't have time to change. Or she could wear goggles around her neck. Little Joe's arrow tip is pointed squarely at EVA's neck. Ocelot. "Nice boots. Make sure you polish them properly." Motorcycle boots, the back of the left foot is scratched in the shape of an "E" by the shift pedal of the motorcycle? The back of the left foot is scratched up into a distinctive shape due to rough riding, or a peculiar shifting habit. Ocelot leaves. EVA is relieved.

WEAPONS LAB WEST WING

ザ・ボス、顔を背けて、部屋を出る。

室内からスネークを殴打する音が響く。

戸口にオセロットが立っている。 恨めしい表情。

ザ・ボス、 オセロットと目が合う。

目をそらすオセロット。 ザ・ボス、去っていく。

編注:製品版ではザ・ボスはオセロットと目を合わせない。視線をさけるように去っていく。

大佐の暴行は続く。

スネーク、気絶する。FO。

The Boss, turning away, leaves the room. The sound of Snake being struck echoes from the room. Ocelot is standing in the doorway. Reproachful expression. [恨めしい - reproachful; hateful; bitter] The Boss makes eye contact with Ocelot. Ocelot looks away. The Boss leaves. Editor's note: In the production version, The Boss does not make eye contact with Ocelot. She leaves as if avoiding his gaze. Colonel's assault continues. Snake, faints, FO [?].

TORTURE

大佐、スネークに身体に電流を流す! 震えるスネーク。

スネーク

「(電撃をくらった悲鳴)」

やるせないオセロット。といいながらも大佐の電撃拷問に惹かれる。

Colonel, applying an electric current to Snake's body! Snake trembling. Snake: "(screams as he is hit by an electric shock)" Ocelot, unwilling to do anything about it. But he is drawn to the electric torture of the colonel. [惹かれる to be charmed by; to be attracted to; to be taken with; to be drawn to]

オセロット

「大佐の拷問に耐えたな」

オセロット

「耐え抜いた奴を見て初めてわかった。 (拷問も)悪くない」

オセロット

「究極の表現法だ」

Ocelot: "You survived the Colonel's torture." Ocelot: "I didn't understand until I saw the guy who endured it. (Torture) is not so bad." Ocelot: "It's the ultimate expression."

WATERFALL

スネーク 「! (意を決し、飛び込む気合)」

オセロット 「スネーク!(やめろっ!)」

スネークを失いたくないオセロット、悲痛の叫び

Snake: "! (Determined and ready to jump in)" Ocelot: "Snake! (Stop!)" Ocelot, not wanting to lose Snake, cries out in sorrow. [悲痛 - grief; sorrow; extreme sadness; heartbreak]

HANGAR AND VOLGIN FIGHT

スネークに向けてオセロットが自慢げに言う。

オセロット

「臭いだ。臭いでわかった」

スネークが口を開こうとすると、オセロットはそれを制して。

鼻をひくひくならすオセロット。

オセロット

「ガソリンの臭いだ。バイク用のな。女にガソリンの臭いが染みついていた」

Ocelot boasts to Snake. Ocelot: "It's the smell. I could tell by the smell." When Snake tries to open his mouth, Ocelot stops him. Ocelot, with his nose twitching. Ocelot: "It smells like gasoline. It's for motorcycles. The woman had the smell of gasoline all over her."

オセロット、感極まる。

オセロット

「この時を待っていた･･････待ちわびていた」

オセロット、2丁拳銃を回す。

スネーク、背後に向き直り、構える。

オセロット、リボルバーで「ダメダメ」の仕草をする。

Ocelot, overwhelmed. [感極まる - to be overcome with emotion] Ocelot: "I've waited for this moment... I've been waiting for this." [待ちわびる - to be tired of waiting; to wait impatiently]

去り際にスネークを見ると、大佐に見えないように、小さくガッツポーズ(やっちまえ)。

As he leaves, he looks at Snake and does a small guts pose so that the Colonel can't see him (Just do it!).

["Guts pose" is the gesture Ocelot does throughout the game.]

MOTORCYCLE CHASE

そこにあったバイク(サイドカーついていない)に飛び乗る。

近道するために大ジャンプ!! EVA同等のハイテク!

He jumps on a motorcycle (without sidecar) that was there. Big jump to take a shortcut!! High tech on par with EVA!

大佐は「あるスイッチ」を入れる。

シャゴホッド、変形してロケットブースターモード（フェイズ2）になる。

ロケットブースター全開！ ターボ音が轟く。

大佐、オセロットがブースター近くにいるのを知っている。

追いつこうとしていたオセロットに燃焼ブースターがもろにかぶる。

オセロット「（悲鳴)」

火傷するオセロット。罵る！ニヤリと微笑む大佐（対決の仕返し。

オセロット「ビッチ!(アメリカ人的に)」

思わず、米語で口走ってしまう。 やや道をそれるオセロット。 またしても遅れる。

The Colonel flips "a switch". Shagohod, transforms to rocket booster mode (phase 2). Rocket boosters at full throttle! The turbo sound roars. Colonel knows Ocelot is near the booster. The combustion booster is right on Ocelot's head as he tries to catch up. Ocelot: "(screams)." Ocelot getting burned. Curses! The Colonel smirks (payback for the confrontation). Ocelot: "Bitch! (American) Instinctively, he blurts out in American English. Ocelot slightly off the road. Delayed again.

WIG

静かにオセロット告白。

オセロット

「おまえと最後の勝負がしたい」

オセロット、首にぶら下がったジャム弾を指さす。

了解するスネーク。

スネーク

「いいだろう」

Ocelot confesses calmly/quietly. Ocelot: "I want to have a final match/play a final game with you." Ocelot, pointing to the jammed bullet hanging around his neck. Snake, understanding. Snake: "Alright."

騎士道を感じて、名前を聞くオセロット。 Ocelot, feeling chivalrous, asks his name.

[If you choose the loaded gun but don't fire:]

オセロット

「なぜ撃たなかった?」

オセロット、ピュアな笑み(友情)を浮かべる。

オセロット

「･･････まあいい」

Ocelot: "Why didn't you shoot?" Ocelot, pure smile (friendship). [友情 friendship; fellowship; camaraderie] Ocelot: "...Well, okay."

[If you choose the loaded gun and fire at Ocelot:]

撃つスネーク。銃口から硝煙が上がる。

オセロットはなんともない。

オセロット、両手を上げて笑う。

オセロット

「空砲だ。 楽しかった」

オセロット、ピュアな笑み(友情) を浮かべる。

Snake shoots. Gunshot smoke rises from the muzzle. Ocelot is fine. Ocelot raises his hands and laughs. Ocelot: "Blanks. That was fun." Ocelot, pure smile (friendship). [友情 friendship; fellowship; camaraderie]

RADIO CONVERSATIONS

[Radio conversations in the original Japanese script don't seem to vary much from the official English translation but some lines have direction notes that add some extra info.]

【On the Admonitory Speech to Ocelot】

【オセロットへの訓示について】

Pメディック

「さっきのお説教は何?」

P-Medic: "What was that sermon you were giving earlier?" [Included this because of the word "sermon", which hints at the dynamic between Ocelot and Snake. Snake is also described in the second Rassvet encounter as "preaching".]

Pメディック

「彼は敵でしょう? どうしてそんなアドバ イスをするの?」

スネーク

「...... (本当になぜだか分からず考え込む)」

Pメディック

「スネーク?」

スネーク

「………どうしてだろうな。なぜだか放っておけなかった･･････」

Pメディック

「(意味のわからないことを言い出したので ちょっと心配になった) スネーク、あ なた大丈夫?」

スネーク

「…………ああ······(まだ考え込んでいる)」

P-Medic: "He's the enemy, isn't he? Why are you giving him advice like that?" Snake "...(pondering, not really knowing why)" P-Medic: "Snake?" Snake "...I don't know why. I couldn't leave it alone for some reason..." P Medic: "(I was a little worried when he started saying things that didn't make sense) Snake, are you alright?" Snake: "...Hm... (still pondering)"

【Letting Ocelot Escape】

【オセロットを逃がしたこと】

EVA

「ところでスネーク、なぜオセロットを逃

がしたの?」

スネーク

「言っただろう」

EVA

「まだ若いから?」

スネーク

「ああ」

EVA

「答えになってないわ」

スネーク

「そうか?」

EVA

「ええ」

スネーク

「……そうかもしれんな (本人もなぜ助けて

しまったのか、まだよくわかっていない)」

EVA: "By the way, Snake, why did you let Ocelot go?" Snake: "I told you." EVA: "Because he's still young?" Snake: "Yeah." EVA: "That's not an answer." Snake. "Really?" EVA: "Yes." Snake: "...Maybe so. (I'm still not sure why I helped out, either.)"

Pメディック

「スネーク、「荒野の用心棒 (For a Fistful of Dollars)」って知ってる?」

スネーク

「いや、知らないな」

Pメディック

「イタリア製の西部劇よ」

スネーク

「(怪訝) イタリアの? さしずめマカロニ・

ウエスタンだな」

Pメディック

「かっこいいのよ。主人公のガンさばきな

んて特に」

スネーク

「ガンさばき······(オセロットを想起)」

Pメディック

「私は少佐に教えられてイギリスで観たんだけど、本国ではまだ公開されていないの」

Pメディック

「でもあんなに格好いいんだもの。きっと 観られるようになるわ。 スネークも必ず観てね」

スネーク

「ああ」

P-Medic : "Snake, have you ever heard of 'For a Fistful of Dollars'?" Snake: "No, I don't know it." P-Medic: "It's an Italian western." Snake: "(Puzzled [怪訝 - puzzled; perplexed; quizzical; dubious; suspicious]) Italian? It's a macaroni western [spaghetti westerns are called macaroni westerns in Japan]." P-Medic: "It's cool. Especially main character's gunslinging." Snake: "Gunslinging...(reminds me of Ocelot)" P Medic. "I saw it in the UK after the Major told me about it, but it hasn't been released at home yet." P-Medic: "But he's such a cool guy. I'm sure you'll get to see it. Make sure you watch too, Snake." Snake: "Hm."

【Food Missing From Equipment】

【装備から食糧が消えている】

EVA

「あなたと同じものを食べてみたかったらし いわ(スネークにあこがれるがゆえの行動)」

スネーク

「どういうことだ?」

EVA

「わからない?」

スネーク「ああ」

EVA

「朴念仁」

スネーク

「......??? (全くわかっていない)」

EVA: " He wanted to try the same things you did (actions due to longing for Snake)." [憧れる - to long for; to yearn after; to admire; to be attracted by] Snake: "What do you mean?" EVA: "Don't you understand?" Snake "Hm." EVA: "[朴念仁 - 1. quiet unsociable person​ 2. obstinate person; blockhead]" Snake: "...??? (I don't understand at all)"

[pera--roja]

Yellow Is Gone

This is just an AU I have from a rol of Twitter. In summary, it is about how Yellow dies due to certain circumstances and Rassvet, his child, assumes the position of primary, being the new "Yellow".

Yellow at the whim of a god, she is denied death and uses her body as a doll.

[propalahramota]

Oh yes, the famous billionaire Igor Berkut, who is not a billionaire by any margin in any currency but has an international arrest order on him, so that's nice; also has 9 fake passports, wrote a bad fiction book that flopped, a great geopolitical understander who prophesied several times that Turkey would invade Ukraine any time now, a certified putin fan boy, a lesser meme who became such thanks to his brilliant TV interview about an obscure diplomatic incident, where his version of events involved eight German police officers drunk on Albanian schnapps, Terminator, and alcohol free beer.

[societyfolklore]

Hiiiii 😍 can I pretty please ask for an imagine where Bucky and you are a couple and you're there with him in Wakanda when he is freed from the word controlling him. Like the heartbreaking scene around the fire, where he knows he's free, and you are there for him and he's holding you close like he would fall apart without you. Then later in his hut it's all fluffy maybe a bit smutty, but only if you want. Thank youuuu !

Title:  Freed

Pairing: Wakanda!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary:  After years of torment, Bucky is finally free from the words that once controlled him. You’re by his side when it happens.

Word Count:  2k

Warnings: /Explicit Content / 18+, Minors DNI, Established relationship, Emotional hurt/comfort, canon-level trauma, soft/romantic smut, post-deprogramming intimacy, light angst with a healing ending, one-arm Bucky (but Vibranium shoulder)  unprotected sex, slow burn tenderness, praise, body worship, crying during sex, firelight sex, fluff A/N:  Thank you for this request, but want to take this chance to recommend @angelremnants series HEAT WAVES Part One (There are three parts) which explores Bucky's recovery in Wakanda. ALSO I’m so hoping I got the trigger words right.. google translate is a bit iffy sometimes) The fire crackled softly under the Wakandan sky, casting flickering gold across Bucky’s face, making the lines of pain and exhaustion etched into his features all the more visible. You watched him from a few feet away, your heart in your throat, barely daring to breathe. Ayo stood across from him, on the other side of the fire, quiet and focused, her voice calm and unwavering as she said the word that once meant devastation.

"Zhelaniye. Rzhaviy."

He flinched.

Your breath caught painfully in your chest.

"Semyadca"

He shuddered, his shoulders jerking like the word had pierced straight through bone.

"It's not going to work."

His voice cracked with quiet despair, thick and raw with fear, barely above a whisper, as if speaking the words too loudly might make them real. His eyes stayed locked on the fire, unblinking, like it held the answer to his freedom- or the confirmation of his doom. The flames reflected in the blue of his eyes, dancing like ghosts of the past he couldn't escape.

His jaw trembled, the muscle there feathering with the effort to stay composed. His shoulders were rigid, locked in place as though even the smallest movement might shatter him. You saw the tear before it fell, clinging stubbornly to his lower lashes, glistening in the firelight. A single bead of grief, of fear, of decades of pain refusing to be contained any longer.

You ached for him to look at you instead, to see your face, to feel your presence- to remember that he wasn’t alone in this, that he never had to face it alone again. But he couldn’t. Not yet. He was caught in it, drowning in the weight of what might come next, and all you could do was be near enough to catch him when he fell.

"Rassvet. Pech."

Tears welled in your eyes. You hated those words. Hated the way they twisted into him like claws. But he wasn’t breaking- not this time. His lips were trembling, jaw clenched like he was holding the whole damn world together.

"Devyat. Dobroserdechnyy. "

His breathing got rough, chest rising and falling like he’d run miles- but this was no physical exertion. He was fighting ghosts, memories clawing their way through the cracks in his mind, each word like a trigger detonating deep within his soul. His hands were fists at his sides, not from rage, but desperation- as if gripping reality with all he had left. You could see the tension in his neck, how close he was to shattering. His eyes were filling with water, not just from pain, but from the unbearable weight of trying- fighting a battle no one else could see, but you felt every ounce of it with him. 

"Vozvrashcheniye na rodinu. Odin."

One last time. You watched his face.

"Tovarnyy vagon."

And then- nothing.

Silence, except for the fire.

The world seemed to hold its breath. Even the wind stilled, as if it too was waiting to see what came next. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, echoing in your ears as your gaze never left him.

You stepped closer as Ayo said softly, "You are free."

Bucky didn’t move for a second. The words hung in the air between you, too powerful to fully believe. A single tear slipped down his cheek, catching in the firelight like a falling star. His chest heaved with a shaky breath. Then his eyes- wide, almost wild- snapped to yours. And you saw it. That tiny glimmer of disbelief. Of hope. Of something long buried beginning to rise.

He was free.

You crossed the space in an instant, barely aware of your feet hitting the earth.

His arms were around you before you could even speak. He buried his face in your shoulder, his body trembling with the aftershocks of a battle no one else could see. He clutched you like a man who’d been drowning and finally found air, fingers digging into your back like he was afraid you’d vanish if he let go. His breath hitched in your ear, uneven and broken and real.

"I thought it would never stop," he whispered, voice breaking like a dam under pressure. "I thought I’d always be... that thing. A weapon. A monster." His hands tightened in the fabric of your clothes, as if anchoring himself to something real, something good. "I didn’t think I’d ever come back from it."

You held him tighter, your arms circling him like a shield, running your fingers through his tangled hair, your lips brushing against his temple with reverence. "You were never just that. You were always more. But now? You're free, baby. You’re finally free." You felt his breath stutter against your neck, and your own eyes burned with unshed tears.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression cracked wide open, vulnerable and bare. His eyes were glassy, red-rimmed, but soft, so full of aching. "Don’t let go of me." His voice was small, almost childlike.

"Never," you whispered fiercely, your forehead resting against his. "Not now. Not ever."

Later, after the tears and the fire and the quiet walk back to his hut, you found yourself draped over him on the narrow bed, like one of the soft Wakandan blankets he’d grown so fond of. Your legs tangled with his, your head tucked beneath his chin, nestled against the curve of his body under his remaining arm. His vibranium shoulder shifted slightly as he breathed, but it was his right arm that held you, his warm hand resting against your back, protective, steady, and so achingly human.

Your fingers traced lazy lines over his new shoulder and up to trace little patters on his neck. He was quieter now, still raw but grounded, like the weight had finally been lifted from his soul.

"You stayed," he murmured. He sounded tired still, no wonder tonight had taken a lot out of him. 

"Of course I did."

"I wouldn’t have made it through without you."

You sat up a little to look into those wondrous blue eyes of his, your hand cradling his cheek as he blinked up at you, content and vulnerable in the soft light. Then you pressed soft kisses into his forehead, lingering there like a promise. "You did this, Bucky. You fought. I just loved you through it."

He smiled against your skin, a real one. Soft and tired and safe.

Your touch drifted lower, skimming the line of his waist. His breath caught when your fingers teased beneath the hem of his waistband.

"Wanna show you how grateful I am," he whispered, voice husky now, warm and low in the dark. His hand brushed your hip, thumb moving in slow, reverent circles, like he was grounding himself in the reality of your body, your presence, the moment. There was no urgency, only need, the quiet, aching kind born from survival, from still being here.

"Yeah?" you breathed, heart fluttering.

You climbed over him, slow and careful, straddling his hips as he lay back against the bed. His vibranium shoulder shifted beneath him as he adjusted, but it was his right arm- his only hand- that reached for you, fingers brushing your cheek, then settling over your hip with a grounding, tender grip. The kiss he gave you was reverent, gentle, as if he couldn’t quite believe he was allowed to have you like this. To feel.

His hand roamed with quiet purpose, memorizing you like a map, fingertips trailing over your skin in soft devotion- like now, finally, he could touch you without shadows. He watched you through heavy-lidded eyes, jaw slack with awe, as you shifted above him with reverence.

You reached for the fabric tied low on his hips- loose Wakandan linen he’d gotten used to wearing. With deliberate care, you untied the knot and pushed it aside, revealing him to the cool air. You could feel his breath stutter as you slid your folds along the length of him, not taking him in, just gliding your slick heat over him in slow, languid passes. Your arousal coated him in wet desire, the glide of your body an erotic, intimate tease that made his jaw clench and a low growl rise in his throat. Each slow grind of your hips was deliberate, worshipful, as if marking him with the proof of how deeply you ached for him.

A low groan rumbled in his chest, and his right hand gripped your hip, fingertips pressing into your skin. You ground your hips against him, sliding up and down the length of him without taking him in, the friction enough to make you both tremble. The air was thick with heat and reverence, the firelight painting your bodies in gold and shadow.

When you finally shifted your hips and sank onto him, a shaky gasp spilled from both your lips. He filled you slowly, deeply, and you paused with him fully seated inside, your forehead resting against his.

"Fuck," he whispered, reverent and wrecked. "You feel like home."

Bucky sat up with effort, his shoulders bracing behind him as his right arm circled your waist. His lips found yours again, hungry, grateful. He kissed you like he was memorizing it, like he never wanted to come up for air.

"God, you feel so good," he murmured against your lips, breath hot and shaky. "So warm… so alive."

You whimpered softly, your forehead pressed to his. "You're here, baby. You're really here. I've got you."

His hand found your breast, cupping and kneading with aching tenderness, his thumb brushing over your nipple in time with your slow rolls of your hips. You gasped, your nails digging lightly into his shoulder as your body pulsed around him.

"That’s it, doll," he whispered, his voice rough and reverent. "Take your time… I wanna feel every damn second of this."

You rocked against him with lazy purpose, each motion deep and drawn out. Your head tipped back, a breathless moan escaping you as you felt him fill you again, stretching you just right, grounding you in a way nothing else ever had. "Nothing- no one- feels like you do, Bucky," you gasped, your voice breaking on the edges of pleasure. "You’re the only one I want..."

He groaned softly, kissing along your jaw, your throat, like he couldn’t get enough of your skin. The glow of the firelight cast you both in amber, your skin shining with sweat and reverence, the shadows flickering across the planes of his chest and the curves of your back.

He whispered your name like a prayer between kisses, like it grounded him to this world. "Tell me this is real," he murmured. "Tell me I’m not dreaming."

You cupped his cheek, voice thick with emotion. "It’s real. You’re mine, Bucky. You're here, really here."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest flush to his, your skin slick and warm where it met his. Each roll of your hips was met with a soft rock of his own, his thighs flexing beneath you, pushing deeper, drawing out breathy moans that tangled with the crackle of firelight.

His right hand held tight to your waist, guiding you gently, as if every movement was sacred. "You’re everything," he groaned. "You saved me."

"We saved each other," you whispered into his ear.

You stayed like that, chest to chest, sweat mingling, hearts beating in time, until the world outside that bed no longer existed, and all that remained was the rhythm you made together.

This was what it meant to be free. To feel, to be loved, to live.

You came first, your body tensing as the wave crested, your thighs shaking, your hips bucking slightly against him as your climax crashed through you. His name tumbled from your lips in a broken moan, high and desperate, as your walls clenched and spasmed around him, gripping him so tightly it dragged him right over the edge with you.

Bucky gasped your name with a raw, wrecked sound, trembling beneath you as he spilled inside, his grip tightening on your waist like he was holding on for dear life. You held him close through the shuddering aftershocks, your forehead pressed to his, grounding him in your touch.

Reminding him he was safe.

Reminding him he was loved. 

[katarinas-redemption]

[mountainspirit]

[vestaignis]

Рассвет в горах завораживающие зрелище в любое время года. Dawn in the mountains is a fascinating sight at any time of the year.

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[commadee]

Created as a part of the Soviet Union’s Novyy Rassvet program, or “New Dawn,” the "Heavysoldier" represents both a critical turning point in mechanized warfare of the 20th century as well as a critical look into the Soviet Union’s attempt to “Westernize” their military. Roughly six thousand units were created before OGAS assumed control and nations began unhitching themselves from the Soviet experiment. Half of all units were dismantled, but the remaining three thousand find themselves caught between warring factions in ungoverned Siberia. Any visitors, domestic or foreign, must be extremely cautious and alert when hiking in Siberia.

[robot lover/fucker stuff below]

The presence of heavysoliders in Siberia has been the origin of countless stories—typically ones of horror or heroism, depending on which faction’s territory you may find yourself in. One tale stands out from the rest however, coming from a commune a few kilometers out from Yakutsk. Multiple soldiers have claimed witness to it, but both the man and heavysolider involved have never been witnessed or identified. A man from Moscow had traveled thousands of miles in search of a particular creek his father had taken him to as a child. The chaos of that decade had taken everything from the man, and he was determined to find that creek. Even if he died trying. The path was long, arduous, and cold, but he found it. The little stone bridge he used to throw rocks from still stood, though overgrown with moss. But there was another presence there—one much larger, tougher. A metal man stood tall, camouflaged and eyes glowing a deep red behind a metal mesh. The large barrel on his head swiveled to the man as the two looked at each other. The tense exchange lasted a beat, but eventually the metal man looked away. The man approached, and the metal man remained still as a monolith. Feeling the heat emanating from the metal man’s innards, he stood close and warmed up. There was no objection from the metal man. “What are you?” the man asked, breaking the silence. It was a compulsion, the curiosity surrounding the metal man drawing him nearer. No words came from the metal man. There was no movement, as if the metal man hadn’t even heard him. When he moved in front of the metal man and repeated, the metal man looked down. His barrel nearly touched the man’s head, and his eyes illuminated the man’s face. There was no response, but the metal man’s innards grew louder. Hotter. “Who are you?” the man asked differently. He spoke softer. The metal man’s innards quieted down, the heat slowly dissipating. He crouched down, now level with the man’s height. He extended his clawed hand, its wet metal reflecting the light of his meshed eyes. Cautious and confused, the man took it. The metal man, still looking into the man’s eyes, pulled him into a tight embrace. The sudden movement scared the man, momentarily believing the metal man had attacked. But he only found the metal man’s warmth when he opened his eyes and exhaled. The metal man, as mechanically still as he was, held tight onto the man with a loving tenderness. The man reciprocated the gesture, his arms wrapped around the metal man’s exposed neck. The rain failed to chill the man, as the warmth from the metal man penetrated deep under his clothes. A shout rang from the distance, over the hills surrounding the creek. Other shouts emanated, soldiers were approaching. The metal man quickly rose, keeping his embrace of the man tight. In a beat, the metal man broke for the treeline. The soldiers, catching a glimpse of the man, shouted out.  The man had no care. He only gripped onto the metal man tighter. They disappeared into the trees.

[gebo4482]

I Have No Change - Announcement Teaser

Steam

[heartofpromethea]

being cut open and sewn back together is a uniquely horrifying experience

the albamuro incident was the thing that made sparrow choose to resurrect cinder.

albamuro’s true purpose as an academy was to ascend to a level of enlightenment akin to godhood. they tried via the labyrinth underneath rassvet and failed. afterwards, they turned to the infection. they believed the host was the key to their success

[pera--roja]

[Old art] The last christmas I draw Yellow with their children.

Yellow is a character for a rp in Twitter, the design of the kids belong to @mister-random.

[fancyshooting]

ocelot's first encounter with snake in 1964 had an impact so profound that it altered the entire course of his life. it shifted his focus away from the objectives of others and provided him with an object of intense personal fixation. it significantly affected his self-perception after years and years of conditioning and stifled consistency. that meeting was a complete turning point for ocelot and it happened at a place called rassvet - "dawn" in english. everything changed for him at a place named for new beginnings and realisations :)