Unfortunately, both our admins arenāt really into MGS anymore at this point so if no one else volunteers to organize the event, it simply wonāt happen.
However, if anyone wants to do this, feel free to message me ( @monohani ) and Iāll make you an admin so you can use the blog.(You can also create your own, of course, but itās easier to tweak something that already exists than to make it all from scratch.) You can have all of the graphics and texts too if you want to use them!
Unfortunately, both our admins arenāt really into MGS anymore at this point so if no one else volunteers to organize the event, it simply wonāt happen.
However, if anyone wants to do this, feel free to message me ( @monohani ) and Iāll make you an admin so you can use the blog.(You can also create your own, of course, but itās easier to tweak something that already exists than to make it all from scratch.) You can have all of the graphics and texts too if you want to use them!
Hi, Hi! I am so sorry this is late! I did send an ask that it might not be until Monday (I was at a hotel whose wifi wasnāt working), and then I got back and mine started giving me problems. I do have a picture, too (it doesnāt go with the fic, but itās still the other part of this), but I have to wait until I can get to a copier because the photos of it arenāt coming out right. Anyways, so sorry about this, again, and I hope you enjoy it! Happy (late) Valentineās Day, fastandfurherious!
So Much Noise
There is so much noise. In truth, there always has been, but for awhile it had seemed distant and untouchable. A distraction. He had forced himself to shut it all out with everything else, crammed it down into the depths of his mind and slammed a lid on the top. He remembers training. He remembers being young and naive.
Sunlight, grass. A breeze softly ruffling his chin-length hair. The yellow butterflyāhis targetāalighted on a small clump of purple flowers. He steadied the muzzle, hardly breathing as he lined up the sights. A gunshot in the distance caused him to falter, only momentarily. Maybe he wonātā
A hand cuffed his unguarded left ear. He fumbled with the gun, and reached his fingers up to check it. The other man caught his wrist before the motion could be completed.
āNever falter,ā the gravelly voice said, lowly, softly. Deadly. āDo not move, youāll alert them. Do not flinch, or youāll die. Do not listen to anything that does not bring you to your objective. Complete your mission.ā
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the butterfly rise unknowingly awayā¦
A learning experience, nothing more. But a vital one. From that day onward, he had forgotten how to listen for anything but the enemy. He had been able to shut out the excess sound for years and years, up until the day he met Hal.
It wasnāt so much meeting Hal that had made him start to listen as getting to know him. That initial meeting had beenā¦ well, strange, to say the least. Heād been confused (otaku? Dave still wasnāt entirely sure what that was). How could the creator of something so horrible be so odd and naive?
Hal had parted ways at Shadow Moses before he could ask, and Dave had thought that would be the last time theyād ever see each other. He left the island with Meryl and returned to his fortress of solitude, where the ice and snow had once kept the rest of the world out. Shadow Moses had taken the lid off, and the noise had once more returned, baring in his ears. Within a few months, Meryl left with an apologetic smile and an awkward hug.
āIāve asked someone else to come up here. I donāt think itās good for you to just be all alone with your dogs. Donāt worry, you know him.ā
A few days later, there was a knock at the door. Beer in hand, Dave lifted himself from the chair to answer the door. He didnāt know who he had expected, but Hal Emmerich was the last person on his mind. He had stood hunched over in the doorway with a nervous grimace and three suitcases. How on earth did he make it all the way out here without freezing to death?
āH-h-hey, Snake. B-been awhile.ā
Dave had blinked at him, then moved aside and gestured into the living room after a momentās hesitation. āI didnāt know it would be you.ā
āHmm? Meryl didnāt tell you? She saidā¦ā
Dave shook his head. āDidnāt say who, thatās all. You can put your stuff over by the chair, Iāll move it into your room later.ā
Hal gave him a tentative smile. āAh, th-thanks, Snake.ā
āDave.ā
āā¦Dave.ā
He grunted and retreated back to his spot before the fireplace.
The next few weeks had been strange, to say the least. Hal was very different from Merylāmuch more than Dave had predicted, that is. Whereas Meryl was generally self-sufficient and systematic, Hal would go days without eating, if not prompted, and constantly switched between a long stream of babble to absolute and eerie silence.
āHave you eaten?ā
āOh, Iā¦ no, not yet. I just wanted to finish up with this last bit beforeāā
āIāll take care of it.ā
They reached a point where Dave wouldnāt even ask anymore. Heād walk in with something warm, set it on the table, then walk back out. As time passed, Hal moved out into the living room to work while Dave read or relaxed on the couch. There was a TV, but Dave rarely used it.
āItās either nonsense that canāt even be classified as news or a movie that lasts for an hour or two, and then youāre left with nothing.ā
Sometimes, Dave put music on. There was no one genre in particular, just whatever he happened to find first. On occasion, he would ask Hal if he had a preference that day. The constant sound began to fade into the backgroundānot completely, but enough to be no more than a comforting lull always at the back of his mind.
It was soothing, almost, in the way that music could be. Halās voiceāhis talking, his laughing, his murmuringāreplaced both the silence and the explosion surrounding his eardrums. He had infiltrated Daveās life so smoothly, so seamlessly. He never would have thought it, from Hal, of all peopleā¦
āDave.ā
The softly spoken name is accompanied by a light shaking of his shoulder. Dave opens his eyes to slits in a feeble attempt to both shield himself from the light and to see the speaker. He glances at Hal as long as he can before closing his lids once more to blot out the searing sun.
āWhat time is it?ā
āItās twoā¦ in the morning. But you slept most of yesterday, so I thought youād want to get some work done. Weāre running low on food and some other stuff, I made a list, andā¦ā
'We.' Dave smiles to himself. That word, too, had snuck it's way into the house. For so long it had been 'I, me, my' and 'they, them, theirs.' It's nice to be able to share something with someone, for the first time in a long time.
āHal?ā
The scientist stops in his tracks. āYes?ā
Dave stands up, puts his hands on Halās shoulders, and regards him for a second. Hesitantā¦ Ah, what the hell, he thinks, and leans forward. Hal doesnāt make a soundānot one of surprise, as Dave had expected, or one of anger, which he had hoped against. It doesnāt last long, but it is long enough. When Dave pulls his lips away, he gazes as Hal for a long moment before releasing his shoulders.
āCāmon, weāve got stuff to buy.ā
Dave turns and heads toward the door before he gets the chance to see Halās gentle smile or the spark in his eyes.
My Valentineās gift for coco-munchie This was meant to go to the mgsvalentine page but the submission would not work with more than one image and I didnāt realise until it was too late orz Itās much better with all three panels, sorry about that.
BBKazOcel but mostly BBOcel in the first chapter andĀ BBKaz in the second (soon-ish to come). All chapters can be read as a single fanfic because thatās how I roll.Ā
Fluff.Ā So fluff there is no tw or anything. Just read and let the honey flow in your veins and think of my dark soul mellowing out just to write this. I even had fun, not that Iād confess to it or anything. Also ushas42 needs to get at least 50% of the credit for helping me discover my inner fluffy being.
Snake had a foot already on the chopper when they had found out about the fever. At first his paleness and red eyes had seemed just something to laugh at in passing during the briefing, and it was only when Kaz had approached to kiss him goodbye that he and Ocelot had figured out something was amiss. Without leaning forward to reciprocate like usual, Snake had instead dashed away inside the cockpit, ordering for immediate take off. Eventually it had taken fifteen men (Ocelotās special squad included) to tackle him down and force him on the base, then even more to drag him back to his room while he kept struggling and screaming that he was as healthy as he had ever been.
The real challenge was keeping him in bed. Snake had tried every trick in his book to sneak out of his prison, and now, after having had to handcuff him to the bed frame and remove his metal arm to prevent the chain from being ripped away, Kaz and Ocelot were on forced guard duty to stop any further attempt at escaping. It was for the sake of their own sanity that they had chosen to take turns. It was soon clear, however, that even being stuck in a room with each other would have been less painful than being stuck in a room with Snake. After realizing that begging was leading him nowhere, Snake was now adamant in ignoring either of them until he was allowed to go outside.
Sitting on Snakeās pillow was part of Ocelotās revenge. Snakeās bed had never been large enough for his ownerās robust build, and not only was the standard military-issued frame barely enough to accommodate him, but the wolf-dog sleeping at his feet was so huge he took almost half the space for himself. The only reason Ocelot was presently able to sit there was that Snake kept shrinking himself against the wall, adamant in neither allowing their bodies to touch nor in complaining about the lack of space. For all his stifled emotional responses, Snake was never afraid to show he was pissed, even if it meant acting like the overgrown version of a five years old.
HELLO hyappers I AM SO SORRY THIS IS JUST A TEASER!!! I am still working on the thing. I started another gift than this came into m mind and I was already way to late.
Alright! here it is!! Hm, I hope my valentine likes it!!! ^.^ Also, i hope did everything right, if thereās anything wrong with the file, talk to me asapĀ : <. Other than that, Happy Valentines Day ^.^ and may Kojima be with you
One of the prompts wasĀ Raiden and Sam as Samuraiā¦ and I had TONS of fun with this! The dialogue came to me randomly, and I decided to just roll with it. In hindsight, it doesnāt make that much sense and turned out less shippy than expected, but I hope you like it anyway? <3
Hereās my gift for Yorkie!!A RaiVol (Raikov x Volgin) picture that I tried to make look like a fancy vintage opera poster/stamp.
I always like to pair swan symbolism with Raikov and bear symbolism with Volgin so I thought of making it like Beauty and the Beast; because thatās how i see their relationship. Volginās a giant violent monster, but Raikov is the tender maiden that can quell that temperamental heart.
So yeah, Happy Valentines Day, everyone!! I hope everyone gets to stay safe and warm!
