THIS IS SNAKE... I'VE REACHED THE INFILTRATION POINT. OKAY, IT'S ON.
this is an independent and selective roleplaying blog for SOLID SNAKE from the metal gear series for the msx(2). as this is a sideblog, follows / asks / etc. will come from @ciircumserpent. this blog reinterprets the pixel-era games with solid snake as a trans woman. if you're looking for 'canon' / solid-era snake, please see my main blog.
* mun has a chronic hand condition that makes typing for long periods difficult, as well as schooling and a job, therefore activity may be spotty.
PERSONAL BLOGS ( non-roleplay blogs ), you should NOT be reblogging my writing. I WILL BLOCK YOU. my writing isn’t for your blog, it’s for my partners. you are welcome to read it and enjoy it and like it if you want to, but reblogging it makes it difficult for me to keep track of and spreads it outside of my circle, which i’m not okay with.
MINORS, you should NOT be following this blog. I WILL BLOCK YOU. this is for your safety and mine and i’m sorry, but it has to be this way. if i follow you and you are a minor, assume that i didn’t see it. you can either reach out to me or block me. i will unfollow immediately.
promo art credit to drslouchart and lehungnim.
rules are below the cut.
i. there will be some extreme nsfw content on this blog ( gore, child murder, etc. ). anything involving children will be non-sexual. if you need something tagged, tell me. again, MINORS SHOULD NOT BE FOLLOWING OR INTERACTING WITH THIS BLOG. i am a grown adult, i am not comfortable with that.
ii. this blog is low activity - i am a student and i work.
iii. this blog is heavily historically-based while incorporating metal gear’s edited history; however, i’m not interested in roleplaying bigotry ( racism, sexism, etc. ) so it probably won’t crop up here.
iv. i prefer para over all other methods of roleplay, but if you want to use script, that’s fine.
v. you do not need to format to roleplay with me. i use small text - tell me if you’re having trouble reading what i’m writing so I can bump the size back up for you.
vi. in-character drama is welcome in moderation; ooc drama is not. i do not reblog callout posts. if you feel my interacting with someone is putting myself or others in danger, please bring some form of proof when you approach me.
vii. i am always open to interacting with more than one of the same character, and ocs. i enjoy crossovers. if you’re a multimuse blog, when interacting with my posts please also specify muse.
viii. the mun uses he / him pronouns but is not a man; you can call me samuel. i’m autistic. i don’t really mask on this blog. direct communication is best with me. i am very forward with my opinions.
ix. i am open to shipping, but i will block for incest ( eva / any of the snake kids ).
x. if you made it this far, thank you; please jump into my ask box whenever you need me, or tag/mention me in a post & we can get started. i am not exclusive to mutuals, so i do not need to be following you for you to interact with me. it’s a way to keep my dash free of clutter, and threading with me is the best way to convince me to follow you!
Snake doesn't sleep much at all, and it's not the kind of cool, secretive sleeping that gives rise to rumours about having superhuman stamina or full faculties while recovering; it's disordered and obvious and damaging to her health and her studies. Miller has tried to put her on a strict sleep schedule and failed. Fox has offered anecdotes and homeopathic solutions learnt during his time in the field. Campbell has suggested hot compresses, tea, and a steady routine before bed. Clark has prescribed tranquilizers, and those are the only things that have helped — but Snake won't take them for more than a few days in a row. They leave her feeling slow and stupid. ( Maybe Clark should have considered the impact of tampering with the project's hypothalamus. )
She has been wide awake in the back of this truck for every moment of their trip. She's marked every landmark and turn on her map. She's waited, and worried, and finally decided to wake her mentor.
The arm around her neck doesn't frighten her. Months of training has desensitised her to the sensation. Still, she's cautious. She doesn't want to provoke him when he's half-asleep. He's a career soldier. She trusts that he would snap her neck in self-defense before registering her identity if he felt threatened. So she goes perfectly still, counting to ten and listening to his heartbeat against her back. Slowly, her hand comes up and taps his forearm.
If Abi was a mythical creature - any kind - which one would it be? :0
a mermaid! in part for trans reasons, in part for clone reasons. i think she resonates with the hca fairytale -- feeling out of place, wanting to change your body, wanting to be perceived differently, and carrying a pain that you're not built to express. snake being unable to really cry is an essential headcanon to me. they built a weapon, not a person, but in nearly every other way, she's just a normal human; so all that emotion builds up inside her with no release. it applies more generally with snake being a withdrawn person. not only is she autistic, and therefore struggles to express herself, but she's a soldier, a black ops agent, and she fears how her emotions impact others -- she basically has a million reasons not to show how she feels. the way it's written out in the little mermaid made her feel seen. there's definitely a base longing in her to magically change into something more 'human', or rather, genuine.
When the sisters rose, arm-in-arm, through the water in this way, their youngest sister would stand quite alone, looking after them, ready to cry -- but mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.
George laughs. Not because anything is particularly funny, but because he feels ridiculous - like he's gotten so close, so close to the end of his leash, and his only recourse is still limited to barking at the fence.
It is ridiculous.
"It's the new millennium. Not everyone living here has the luxury of an apolitical life, Snake.
Look at me, look at where I am. I might be reprehensible, but I have a chance to do something here --- right here, in the crux of what's about to come."
He's her brother, and the youngest man ever to take office all at once. Sometimes it's obvious that there's something downright irrepressible still bubbling up inside him --- and desperate.
"We're talking civil rights, democracy - look around you and imagine it replaced with a sanitized version of reality by people who decided you were too unpredictable to know anything about war, civil unrest - slavery.
Do you think the society they create will be one that knows Big Boss was the closest the world has ever come to all-out nuclear war?"
The look she gives him is difficult to parse. At rest, Snake always seems mildly annoyed, but he would know better than anybody that she was just drawn that way. Their eyebrows were made to furrow, their mouths were built to frown. It's him, his coding, dragging everything down. His nuclear rot inside of them, eating their blood and bones, as if his resentment towards their existence has manifested in wrinkles and achy backs and cancer. She wonders if George hates him, or if he's as confused as she is about it all.
"No such thing," she says at length. Even her seclusion in Alaska hadn't been apolitical, much as she'd wanted it to be. There had been a time when she'd been so interested in all of this... now she has to work to stimulate that part of herself, like her fundamental curiosity towards the world has atrophied and needs to be dragged onto the treadmill. You still care, she tells herself furiously, and even in her mind the words are forced. Fuck recovery, for being so damn difficult. Fuck it, and fuck America, too.
She lights up. She needs this. There's no smoking in the White House -- it tars up the ceilings and furniture -- but what are they going to do, kick her out mid-conversation with the president? No. She waits until the smoke fills her lungs, then exhales hard and presses her knuckles to her forehead. "What the Hell are you talking to me for? You need a sounding board for your twelve-step plan to fix the country? Don't you have people for that?"
