#mgs-

[rhysgore]

courtney: but kevin... twelve arms

kevin: eleven vagínas

courtney: thats not how biology works but still thank you

[rhysgore]

raiden: [loses sam in a crowd] good

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tbph?? mgs2 would have been greatly improved with the addition of spidery raiden because either i wouldnt have to sit thru all the Straight Nonsense, or (the far, far more likely option) rose is dating a terrifying spider mutant and she’s the only one who doesn’t think its weird

“i love my boyfriend!! yes, he has eight eyes and spits acid and one time i caught him on our kitchen ceiling capturing a large rat in silk thread and sucking out its liquefied organs for sustenance but no one’s perfect!!!”

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hey before i go out to work today heres a no powers yandere!raiden au

its the cheesy-ass cute suburban cul-de-sac setup where him & sam live very happily in their little house together and life is perfectly fine. they love each other very much, they have jobs n cars and great sex and its all good

its all good until the casual neighborhood barbecue, where one of their extremely inebriated neighbors starts hitting on sam

he’s not being particularly aggressive or anything, he’s had a little (lot) too much to drink and can’t hold his tongue, but raiden sees it, and his grip tightens on the neck of his own bottle and it cracks in his hand and he doesn’t notice his fingers are bleeding until someone points it out to him, at which point he tamps down on the pure rage inside and laughs it off as him not knowing his own strength

the next day the neighbor comes to them and apologizes for inappropriate behavior and he’s forgiven but he cant shake the feeling over the rest of the week that there’s someone watching him, something which comes to a head when he wakes up in the middle of one night in a cold sweat, goes down to his kitchen to get a snack, and finds raiden sitting casually at his table, playing with the blade of the knife in his hand.

“hey” he says, and he sounds friendly enough but the knife, the time of night, and the boiling, spine-chilling, paralyzing hatred in his eyes is enough to make the neighbor realize what raiden’s really there for

he tries to run, ‘n raiden casually stands up, flips the knife, and tosses it casually into his shoulder, and he topples to the ground in pain, arm going limp, and he tries to scream but raiden’s there again in a flash, driving another knife through his cheek, silencing him. the anger’s coming off of him in waves, and its especially terrifying because is this the same mild-mannered (if slightly grumpy) guy who’s always lived next door?

raiden takes his time, flaying the guy apart, intricately, in ways that don’t make the neighbor bleed out but leave him whimpering, begging when his mouth isn’t filled with blood. after about thirty minutes, he hears footsteps behind him, and he thinks his prayers must have been answered and someone’s here to save him and he put in one last-ditch effort to get away from raiden, pushing him off, crawling across the floor over to whoever it is, dragging himself over to them and hugging their legs with a sob and he has hope until the person speaks

“sweetheart,” comes the voice, far, far too calm for this situation. the neighbor’s blood freezes in his veins and he looks up and the hope he had fades away into bleak fear because of all the people it could have been, it’s sam. “you’ve got work tomorrow. you need to rest. stop playing with your food and come back to bed, okay?”

raiden’s pissed that he was interrupted, but he acquiesces when sam takes his hand, and helps him slide the knife into their neighbor’s chest. he’s soaked in blood and shaking with fury, but he calms down the minute sam’s hands and mouth are on him, comforting him and telling him he’s done something good

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every time im tempted to call the superman/clark kent gambit where you change your glasses/hair and it looks like you’re a completely different person unrealistic, im reminded of my first mgs3 experience where the exact same shit fooled me completely

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monsoon is anywhere from 45-51 years old

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the big thicc and completely hairless bara bodies in mgs have taken everything from me. i deserve to be able to write sam w/ copious amounts of chest hair