#mgs philanthropy

[otasunedaily]

day 10!🎉 featuring special guest: raiden!

[faroresson]

I FUCKING FOUND IT

[prismatoxic]

the glow-up of a man who used to be a virgin and now has wild freaky sex with the coolest guy he knows

[conquered-gnomes]

These guys!!! And a sticker version

[taritoons]

"Would you f*ck my clone?" In collaboration with the wonderful @markingatlightspeed.

☕ Support me on Ko-Fi ☕

[sp-aarks]

What if we were two guys who started our own secret club, with its sole purpose being to track down and destroy silly bipedal tanks capable of launching nuclear weapons of mass destruction, but we couldn’t fight our insatiable passion and lust for one another and had to stop and quickly you know mid-mission? 🤭

[sc902]

woop woop hellooo people of tumblr im not deadd!!

here's my contribution for @otasunefanzine (or otasunezine on twitter) ^^ im so glad i get to work with so many talented artists and writers!

hopefully yall will support us when the zine is released ^^

[jenleigh1]

At long last, I've finally got my fic from last year's otasune fanzine posted on AO3! Feel free to have a look, if you didn't get a chance to read it then. <3 SNEAK PEEK: The first time it happens, he’s ashamed of himself for being so utterly, stupidly caught off-guard. He’d known, of course.  Philanthropy had never been conceived as a “peaceful protest” sort of organization; no useless letter-writing campaigns, or circulating lists of signatures.  Otacon had understood from the beginning – at least in the abstract, theoretical sense that’s been his default way of relating to the world for as long as he can remember – that the thing he was proposing had far sharper edges than that. A direct action plan, as Snake had so succinctly put it. (This meant modified handguns, and a tactical suit, and a shit ton of black market C4.  There are neat, earnest magazine clips filled with painstakingly-constructed custom tranq darts.  Non-lethal.  But – it’s a deadly serious business, on both sides.) He knows. It’s just… he isn’t ready. Not really.  Not in the ways that count. 

[sluttywizardcowboy]

i can't help thinking about all of the perks of loving you

[kirkshouseplant]

A moment of silence for David as he probably was subjected to so much Vocaloid during the Philanthropy years.

[otasunedaily]

day 16!

[yomiosatious]

Metal gear paint

[faroresson]

Liquid Snake trying to be intimidating to Solid Snake after they move past his issues with cosmetic genes would come off like Real Time Fandub Eggman sometimes.

like David is just trying to A rank Luigi's Mansion (2001) and forgot he left like. one cup in the sink when doing dishes. but it happened to be Eli's favourite so he just stands in front of the TV and very angrily says "I'm going to Kill You.? And Then Im going to Kill You aGAIN."

[johnmeowston]

hitting you with my gay faggot blast.bye

[gothgaymoth]

That first week in Twin Lakes after Shadow Moses. Everything changed. I already respected you. You'd offered up your life in exchange for mine, even though we had just met. I understood. I understood the kind of selflessness and drive it takes someone to do that. Or the lack of a drive to live. You had both. Your life was in ruins, but it continues on. I'm pretty sure you were in numb shock the entire time it took us to arrive back to my cabin. How could I blame you. I was a chronic apathetic. I no longer cared who lived or died. For me, it was just another assignment interrupting my life. It was almost routine at this point, the third time. For you, it was your entire life's work not just crumbling before your eyes, but raising itself against the world. But life continues, no matter what we do. You gathered yourself together, after we stepped off the final air taxi. Enough to work around the cabin. I gave you plenty to do. I know what some men do when left to their own devices in that state. You were working something over in your head, like a machine humming back to life. Whatever was on your mind was seldom left to sit for long. Thoughts seem to rush out of you before they were finished. Feelings said outright and upfront. Honest, bare. Your heart worn on your shoulder, beating strong and constant. I'd known men before. Some died, in war or slowly of AIDS. I never knew them extremely well. Both guards never falling. Circling around the other, never truly coming close, but friendly. In proximity, you learn about each other intimately. You were not a tough heart. Your ribs were often open for me to see. The vulnerability, the fragility, was something I had never experienced. Raw and uncaged. To circle you like the men I had known before would have been stalking an animal who trusted the hunter so much as to sleep in front of him, knowing he would not hurt it. It was not one moment. It was a collection over time. There was something about you I couldn’t place. I cared. I cared about you. Nothing more in the world was more valuable. You, your bleeding heart. Your blood flowed regularly, spilling into the open. So I bled too. You opened yourself up to me, and I to you. Our blood mixed in the snow, and it burned bright red. Twin lakes, pools, meeting together. A promise. That first week in Twin Lakes.

[sp-aarks]

Tactical gear is lingerie and I can’t be convinced otherwise