Chicken

18+ My writing blog.

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My intro

Hello! I figured I’d do a little about me on here. This is my writing blog. It is 18+ My art blog is here.

I go by Hal, but I don’t mind being called Chicken or anything else someone might come up with.

I have been writing for years, mainly through roleplay, but as of late, MGS has actually gotten me into writing out fics and publishing them. If anyone is interested in doing a rp too I’m so for it.

I am multifandom and a multishipper. Right now, I’m mainly hyperfixated on MGS. I'm gonna say this now, I ship Raisune and if someone does not like that, that's fine. Just block me. <3

I’m gonna post most of my works on AO3, but I might post requests and drabbles on here. We will see.

I have a lot of transmasc headcanons for my favorite characters. It’s a way for me to express myself since I see myself in certain characters. If you don’t like it? That’s okay! That just means I’m not for you.

Like most MGS enjoyers, I am an uberfreak, so some of my fics are going to be such. I just need to muster up the courage to post them.

I have a strawpage too, but if anyone wants to also use the ask feature here you are more than welcomed to. Asks, suggestions and anything else you wanna say I am here for it.

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SoliMiller - Grief

Master Miller is dead. Now David is left picking up the pieces.

“Snake! That’s not Master Miller! Master Miller’s body was just discovered at his home. He’s been dead for at least three days.” The funeral was closed-casket. Not many showed up either. Hal had gone with David to support his newfound friend. Miller’s ex-wife and daughter were there too, then Mei Ling, and Campbell. The man was a recluse in his cabin in Alaska. It had been only him and his huskies after David went into service. Miller had left no funeral arrangements, probably assuming that no one would bother to show up. It was up to David to arrange everything. What a bastard. He was grateful for Hal, who had funeral arranging experience, and he refused to leave David’s side. Grief had finally started to settle in, now that David was not busying himself with everything. Now sitting beside Hal in a small Alaskan church, the pianist playing ‘Amazing Grace.’ Miller did not believe in God. David had taken whatever funds Miller had left, the funds that he had been slowly draining for beer money and whatever else he did by himself. David was angry. At himself. He could have visited more. At Miller. The least he could have done was arrange a damn funeral by now. At Campbell. He could have done something. Anything to prevent what had happened. At his ‘brother,’ Liquid. He killed the only man he ever had a real connection to. Softer hands interlaced with his own. It was Hal. Gentle eyes behind rounded glasses, an awkward smile that managed to warm David’s heart every single time. He is one of the first friends he has ever had. Though he has really only ever known Miller. Hal was such a sweet man. A man who did not deserve what this life has given him. It was admirable, having gone through so much, and yet, here he was, never mad at the world. He still saw the good in it and still wanted to make it a better place. David has never known anyone so naturally good in his life. Hal did not say a word. He did not need to. Not to David. They both just knew what the other was saying. Miller was not a perfect man. Far from it. Especially in his older years. David could feel the sadness that radiated from the man, even without seeing his eyes, which were constantly concealed by shades. Miller had a wife and a child. Yet, he divorced her and never attempted to get visitation with his daughter. He had the opportunity to move on the best he could from the life that had burned him, yet he was constantly stuck in the past, ruining any relationship that tried to come after. It felt like Miller never saw David as his own person. Always the son of Big Boss, his shadow. A means to an end, to bring back the man who burned him. Despite hating him, he wanted nothing more than to have him back through his son.

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Do Snakes Have Feelings?

Doctor Victor Gideon wants to show you his reptile collection.

Everyone has their hobby; some like to crochet, others like to watch sports. Dr. Gideon was different. He loves reptiles, especially snakes. In his office, a single wall is lined with beautiful glass enclosures. Each one houses a different kind of snake. Some are harmless, others are extremely venomous. He treats every single one of them like they are his children. The doctor had invited you to see his collection. Your heart was racing at the prospect of seeing a personal side of Doctor Gideon. You had not expected the room to be so hot, a stark contrast from the sterile cold operating room. “No, my dear, you may not hold him. He might bite you, and he is venomous.” His honeyed voice rang in your ears. Curled up comfortably in his hands was an Australian Blue Viper. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” Victor presented his pet to you at a safe distance, his eyes sparkling with pride over the beautiful beast. You nod, admiring the creature in his palms. The blue scales shimmered in the dim lighting, its tongue occasionally flickering out of its mouth. It was calm in its owner’s possession, reflecting the care that Doctor Gideon showed for his pets. He would occasionally glance your way, making sure that you were still paying attention to him rambling facts about his pets. He would show each pet to you, occasionally bringing one out if they allowed him to pick them up. “This one…” He hummed, now presenting you with an albino ball python. “She’s harmless. Though?” He chuckled. “Silly girl has escaped her enclosure a few times. Her name is Athena. She is very smart. She reminds me of you.” With your permission, he would set her around your neck. The snake would examine your face curiously. You ran a finger over her body, following Doctor Gideon’s instructions on how to pet her, calmly, slowly, no sudden movements. You are calm around her so as not to scare her, and do not touch her head. Her body was soft, smooth, and cool to the touch. “She likes you.” Doctor Gideon mused as he slowly took her off your neck. He brought her to his face, giving her body a gentle kiss before putting her back into her enclosure. His eyebrow quirked at your question. “Hmm? Do snakes have feelings?” He echoed. “Well… I certainly do, my dear."

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just want to say i love all your fics, always eagerly awaiting new chapters :D

Hiii! Tysm, this means a lot that you said this. I’m kind of struggling with my bigger projects but I also have a lot of life things that are stressing me out. But I’m always working on my shorter fics/one-shots! <3

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Freaks of Groznyj Grad: Naked Snake/Raikov - Infiltration

Second addition to my freak collection with my favorite Russians. I have a handful of ideas that I've started and need to get around to realizing. I am REALLY considering a fic with Ivan and Kaz, tell me if I'm on something or onto something.

Recently, Groznyj Grad has been terribly boring. With the Shagohod nearing completion, Ivan has had to find ways to entertain himself while Volgin is busy. Fortunately, that is not hard for the younger man, as he often finds himself doing as he pleases around base with no repercussions. His usual routine was no different as he lazily roamed the halls of the East Wing Lab. Anyone he encountered did their best to avoid him. The GRU soldiers would nervously salute, and the scientists would refuse to make eye contact, all of them shoving their heads into their work and pretending to be busy as not to draw attention to themselves. Typical. Ivan would turn his nose up. He found himself in the locker room with a mischievous grin on his face and itching to partake in his usual snooping of the soldiers’ belongings. He found a handful of goodies, most of which were snacks that the soldiers had obtained from the vending machines. The vending machines that Ivan forced Volgin to add. So, in his mind, that meant that they technically belonged to him anyway. Anything shiny was not safe from his grubby paws either.

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I’m not entirely sure how this happened, but somehow Otacon and Kaz are really hitting it off and Kaz took him to Japan. Otacon is real for that going after the rich Japanese man that’s over half his age ig???? They are happy together so that’s beautiful.

Guys is this fic worthy? 😭

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Art Deco - Raisune

College AU and a sugar daddy AU of Raisune. What more could you want!? It's an ongoing fic, it's gonna be multiple chapters. If you couldn't tell it's named after a Lana Del Ray song of the same name.

Jack’s boots clicked on the pavement as he navigated the motel parking lot, an Uber having dropped him off after picking him up from the dorms on the other side of town, he threw his overnight bag over his shoulder and fished his phone out from his back pocket to double-check the information he had been given by the man he was supposed to meet. The motel looked pretty nice; all the streetlights were on, providing comfortable illumination of the parking lot and the surrounding area. It was located in a decent part of town, not in the middle of nowhere or in the busy part of the city. It was still a place where buses ran, and Uber drivers picked people up; unlike the usual stereotype, where it looked like a set for a campy horror movie. Not to mention, the man had paid for Jack’s trip down here in the first place, promising that all expenses were paid for. So far, so good.

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Freaks of Groznyj Grad: Ocelot/Volgin - Bondage

My first chapter in my one-shot collection, featuring Volgin, Ocelot, and Ivan. I love them and like the idea of them being in a polycule, idk. Go check it out if you're interested! I know Volgin isn't everyone's cup of tea, though, so I understand. I am about to have a second fic ready to add to the collection. Request and suggestions are open for this so if you have anything please drop it in my asks! <3

The blindfold around his eyes made Ocelot’s already keen senses even stronger. Every sound, every smell made him tense with building anticipation. This was his reward for his and his unit succeeding in capturing the American spy that had been a thorn in Colonel Volgin’s side as of late. His arms were pulled behind his back, the leather harness around his body snug but not uncomfortable, restricting movement and keeping his posture. He shivered, muscles in his abdomen tensing as he felt Volgin’s gloved hands explore his chest, the older man’s fingers tracing his ribs and running down his sides and ending at his hips before giving them a possessive squeeze. The older man let out an approving hum, a dark chuckle escaping his throat, and a mischievous smile graced his scarred lips before sending a teasing shock up the young man’s spine. It was not at Volgin’s full power, far from it, but it was enough to remind Ocelot who he belonged to and what he could do if he were to misbehave.

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"Snake, you stink."

My first ever posted fanfic on AO3. A short and sweet Venom x Ocelot fluff fic. Please go read it if you are interested! Request and suggestions are open on my ask. :)

“You smell like shit,” Ocelot scowled, his hand going to his hip as he watched Venom approach; having just come back from a multi-day mission out in Afghanistan, he smelled absolutely horrible. Even without Ocelot’s keen sense of smell, Ahab reeked of dried blood, caked-up dirt, and god only knows what else had smeared into the man’s newly developed sneaking suit. At least the mission was a success. “You’re taking a shower.” He commanded Ahab, following the mercenary at a distance as they made their way through Motherbase. “Only if you take one with me.” The one-eyed man smirked, clearly feeling particularly cheeky. “Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes. He had nothing better to do, plus, Ahab deserved to be humored after being away from Motherbase for so long.