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purple-tulips-and-honey-bees · 2 years ago

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Amiir and Raiden HCs

as I've said before, Amiir and Raiden are married. this is just some of their habits and things they have as partners, as well as some nsfw hcs at the bottom sooo...

(tw(?) // nsfw but it's in a whole subsection at the very bottom)

for the longest time, Raiden's civilian body only had good sensors on the hands and fingers, so the only way he could feel Amiir was through holding him, whether it be his face, arms, hips, whatever

Raiden shows his affection through actions rather than words, as he isn't the best with his voice. Amiir adores his effort, although he's good with actions and words

both parties are severely touch-starved (especially after a mission), so this leads to lots of tender holds and cuddles and "are you okay?"s, sometimes still in their combat bodies

Raiden loves any kind of physical contact (even in his combat body when he can't feel it) and often finds it hard to peel himself away from Amiir even when it's necessary, but he would never admit that

Amiir is physically clingy, always holding his cyborg's arm or hand in some way, which is partially why Raiden can't pull away (he'll try and just be held again two minutes later)

Raiden pressures Amiir to eat when they get the chance (even cooking for him sometimes because he knows the moroccan won't deny a home cooked meal), insisting he doesn't mind, but he does, and Amiir can tell by his eyes

Raiden is not a bad cook!! it's definitely not a mother's cooking, but it's edible, and Amiir appreciates the effort

Amiir wants to travel the world to see and do everything with his beloved, and Raiden does too, but claims he's okay with staying home (the few times they have traveled, Amiir noticed how refreshed he seemed after)

Raiden is hyper-aware that Amiir is still human, and treats him like glass because of it ("is this too tight?")

both parties like having their hair played with, but for different reasons. while Raiden likes it because his scalp is still human and he can genuinely feel Amiir, Amiir just enjoys the feeling of the cyborg's long nails. both have been known to fall asleep to this

on their missions, sometimes they are required to stay up for days on end. this isn't a problem for Raiden, but Amiir gets clumsy after two or three days and cranky after four. Raiden tries to fit in small naps for him when he can, letting him lean on his shoulder or lay in his lap

Raiden has nightmares often, and Amiir has learned how to wake him up and comfort him after

Amiir doesn't have nightmares often, but when he does, they're awful. the kicking, screaming, and crying wakes Raiden up, and then he starts to scream and panic too, until Amiir is awake. he isn't good with these things, so he offers what he can ("tell me how I can help")

three nights a month, Raiden has to sleep hooked up to a data collecting machine. the wires connect to his spine, so no spooning, and facing each other, they drift apart during the night. Amiir hates this

Amiir paints his nails a lot, and Raiden let's him paint his nails clear when he asks (on rare occasions, they both paint their nails black)

Amiir calls Raiden "Rai" and Raiden calls Amiir "Amy" (he's not that into the feminine name, but he likes the way Raiden says it)

Amiir is big on petnames. Raiden's favorite to be called is "albarq," as it means lightening in arabic

Raiden isn't big on petnames at all. Amiir simply likes the way he says his name

I cannot stress how much Amiir loves Raiden's hair. his idea of a perfect day is laying with Raiden all day long and playing with his hair. it doesn't matter when or where, just as long as they're together, he's happy :)

this is the nsfw section!! if this makes you uncomfortable, turn back now!

like the sensors, Raiden's body didn't have genitals for a very long time. during this time, he still got sexual urges in heated moments, but had no way to relieve them. Amiir knew he didn't have genitals, so he tried to stay away from sexual things

both would have wet dreams ever so often, but couldn't do anything about them, so they played them off as nightmares

when Raiden did get genitals, he seriously considered having female parts installed

while they do switch, Raiden has next to no experience with sex and is much more sensitive than his human body ever was. this leads to him bottoming a lot

Amiir likes to be gentle when topping, to show the war-hardened cyborg how much he's loved. this leads to slow, romantic sex with lots of kisses, eye contact, and praise that makes Raiden cry often

As a top, Raiden is rough, but not mean. his inhuman strength puts them in a lot of interesting positions that leaves Amiir keening and begging for more as Raiden presses kisses and leaves hickies wherever he can

Amiir loves Raiden's legs, specifically his thighs. he would do just about anything to be between them, and a common position for them is missionary with Raiden's legs on his shoulders

Raiden is shy about his looks and voice during sex, and only wanted to fuck when it was dark for a while. the first time they fucked in the light, Amiir was so happy to finally see his face, he cried

Amiir likes to worship Raiden's body, undressing him slowly with fleeting touches that have the cyborg breathing heavily before they've even really started

and that's all for now! sorry this one took a while to come out. as with all the others, this is likely to be changed in future. thanks for reading :)

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purple-tulips-and-honey-bees · 2 years ago

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More in-depth/appearance based facts about Amiir

this one will be longer than the basic facts, as these are the smallest details I can think to add more character to Amiir. it also just makes me happy

similar to Raiden's AR display, Amiir has a pair of goggles specially engineered by Doktor with the same functions as Raiden's visor (he also has a respirator like Sam's and Sundowner's since he's still human, but he never wears them at the same time because he thinks it looks silly)

carries around small EMP grenades with sticky coatings on their backs to temporarily disable enemy cyborgs and UGs (calls them stickies)

prefers to go by Calypso because Amiir reminds him of his parents (he left unexpectedly at age 18 to keep them safe), but Raiden is an exception

breaks down when he realizes he's gone too far and killed people, and this usually leads to loads of not-so-happy-thoughts

gets cold easily, as he doesn't eat a lot and that effects his body fat content (he tries not to eat around Raiden because he knows Raiden misses eating people food, but he spends a lot of time with the cyborg soooo...)

his motorcycle has an auto mode (like Raiden's car) that can reroute itself to follow him and is activated by a voice command. this auto mode is used multiple times throughout the events of MGR:R (which I have also decided to insert myself into 😭)

enjoys music (mostly pop rock) and plays the guitar and trumpet

being human, he has armor instead of a whole body dedicated to combat. he deems it uncomfortable and takes parts of it off mid-mission (Raiden ridicules him for this)

adopted Christianity as an adult. prays for forgiveness at the end of everyday for all the people he's killed

going back to the respect thing, he personally researched and properly handled the remains of the Winds of Destruction. he felt like they deserved more than just a prayer

very close with Sunny. listens to her ramble about machines and mechanisms for hours until he kinda understands

has a love/hate relationship with Dr. Emmerich. knows it's not his fault, but hates that he didn't give Sunny a normal childhood

tries to do nice things for Doktor and the Maverick team. he feels bad just asking them for help and things on missions, so he brings/mails them baked goods and gifts when he can

he loves animal crossing?? bro's a whole killer but he runs his town like a boss

a little subsection for his appearance:

fluffy brown hair that he flips back casually, but leaves in his face on missions and stuff to be less identifiable

brown eyes that are easily readable, despite how hard he tries to make them not (more narrow when tired, eye bags form easily, get brighter/wider when content or happy, etc.)

pink lips with teethmarks in them that stand out against his medium skin, as well as a gap between his two front teeth

slim nose bridge with a bump in it near the top that runs into a button

both ear lobes are pierced, but only his left helix is

sharp jawline that he's very proud of

likes to grow his nails out, but they break a lot in combat, so he tries to keep them short

very lean, but not unhealth-ily so (this goes back to the eating thing)

casual dress consists of hoodies, t-shirts, sweatpants, jeans, sometimes leggings, and sometimes something cute he probably found on shein or smth

lots of rings, earrings, and a dog tag

and that's all for now! this one might be added onto as well, but I'm happy with it for now

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purple-tulips-and-honey-bees · 2 years ago

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Some things to know about Amiir

this is just some basic facts to know about Amiir in my weird little au universe thing

after killing the intruder when he was a boy, whole gangs started to come after him for revenge. he quickly realized that he is a good killer that can get carried away easily, and the things he does when he's too far gone make him feel some not-so-nice things for himself when the realization hits him

he's married to Raiden, because of course he is, who wouldn't want to marry Raiden?

his main weapon is a wooden sword because he doesn't want to kill anyone (this also makes him very big on stealth ops)

his codename is Calypso, like Jacque Cousteau's ship

extremely respectful of people, no matter how evil (I like to think he trys to properly treat the remains of Raiden's enemies ex. Sam, Mistral)

drives a motorcycle because they have lower carbon emissions than a car

well aware that Raiden's past is much worse than his, but doesn't let Raiden forget that he's been through some shit too

I like to think he's the charismatic comedic relief, though his appearance doesn't really match that trope (we're going to pretend it does anyway)

all human except for one eye (purposefully chose this so him and Raiden could view each others' optic feeds and vitals, as well as easier codec access)

and that’s all I can think of for now! this will more than likely change or be added to in the future. thanks for reading if you got this far :)

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purple-tulips-and-honey-bees · 2 years ago

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hi! I'm honey, or venti, whichever you like more. I don't plan on doing much with this, just posting when I want. if you're here for my metal gear oc stuff, here's its masterlist:

Intro to Amiir

Basic Facts

Personal Info/Appearance

Amiir and Raiden Headcanons

Drabble: Raiden's Feelings (wip)

that's really the only thing on my page right now, but I'm open to writing metal gear requests if anyone has one. glad to have you along :)

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purple-tulips-and-honey-bees · 2 years ago

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okay, so for my own person enjoyment, I've decided I want a metal gear oc, and I want to post it somewhere. if you happen to stumble upon this, hi :)

(tw // stabbing, descriptive(?) blood splatters)

so, the oc's name is Amiir. he's moroccan, and roughly the same age as Raiden. the only problem is that he's white as snow, as Mistral would say. his parents say they found him on their doorstep in a basket one morning, and they were afraid he'd died because he wasn't crying or anything. they took him in, and since there was no name on the basket, they named him Amiir, the same way they'd always wanted to name their child, but couldn't, because the mother was infertile. the couple considered Amiir a blessing and never looked for his birth parents.

as a boy, Amiir did a lot of exploring, inside and outside. when he wasn't frolicking in a field or swimming in a random creek somewhere, he was at home, where he always had his nose in a book. through his love of reading, he stumbled upon christianity, which he would later adopt as his religion as an adult (this becomes semi-important later).

Amiir was raised to be a gentleman, always helping his mother around the house and bringing game home in the evenings by the age of eight. with the help of his father, they would skin and process the animals for his mother to cook along with the loaf of bread he picked up every afternoon. his parents loved him very much, and they never forced things on him or treated him badly.

he never went to school, as if the government knew about him, they might take him away, and his parents didn't want that, so they taught him what they could at home. his mother taught him to read and count, while his father taught him simple sciences and some history when he wasn't working. sometimes this proved difficult, as Amiir had trouble sitting still for too long.

on a warm, autumn night, similar to the one he was dropped off on, Amiir was sound asleep in bed. his parents were still awake in the living room, laughing and talking as blessed couples do. little did they know, outside the warm, tiny house, a strange man lurked. he had been coming for some time now, getting used to the feel and schedule of the house. he felt tonight was the night. tonight was the night he would finally take that boy for himself.

he crept to the front door, stepping quietly as to not alert anyone. as he put his hand on the doorknob, he realized it was already open. easier for him, he thought. he swung the door wide open in a flash, pulling a long, double-bladed sword from his side. he pointed it at the defenseless couple quickly, stopping the mother short from a blood curdling scream.

"where's the boy?" he asked loudly, loud enough that said boy stirred in his sleep.

"what boy? you mean our son?!" the husband asked, pulling his shivering wife behind him as much as he could on their sofa. this further woke Amiir from his rest.

"yes, yes, the boy! he's important! special, even..." the man said, twirling the blade and giggling like a madman.

"you can't have our son!" the women trembled, peeking out from behind her beloved. this had done it. Amiir was now awake, and wandering down the hallway to see what this commotion was all about.

he stumbled into the living room's doorway, leaning on it heavily and rubbing his eyes. his button up ducky pajamas were wrinkled severely.

"mama...? pa...? what's happening?"he muttered, finally opening his eyes to unveil the scene. his mama, scared, cowered behind his pa, who was yelling at him to go back to his room. the strange man smiled at him wickedly before lowering the sword and walking towards him slowly.

"hey kiddo... long time no see, huh?" he laughed, the smile devilishly wide now.

Amiir stood there for a moment, frozen in place with his mouth open, before screaming, "no! I don't know you!" he turned and ran as instinct completely took over, his pa's survival training coursing through him. the man walked quicker, gaining on the small boy.

as Amiir skidded into his room, pure red took over his vision as he grabbed the hunting knife he got as a gift two years ago. two sets of footsteps echoed in the hall, one faster and louder than he other. a loud thud from the hallway had the boy running back, knife in hand, mind corrupt with thoughts of his parents' safety.

his first ever prayer to God was that his parents weren't hurt. to this day, he doesn't know why he prayed then.

the hallway revealed Amiir's pa wrestling with the intruder, all muscle and veins and sweat. him and his mama watched as he slowly lost the upper hand in the fight, age wracking his bones as he breathed heavily. the man finally got a good grasp on his shoulders and turned them over completely, now kneeling over the father. he picked his sword up off the ground and grinned wildly as he pulled it back, ready to slit the other man's throat. the only problem is that his back was facing Amiir.

the red came back as Amiir rushed forward, screaming something unintelligible as his mother's eyes widened with realization. the intruder let out a heart-wrenching scream as the hunting knife was plunged into his back and removed over and over again. Amiir was brutally stabbing him, even after the light had left his eyes and his body laid limp on his father's. he only stopped when his mother's screams started.

"Amiir!" she was yelling, "what have you done?!" she sounded disgusted, scared, distraught; any and every negative emotion.

"I..." the boy started, but quickly trailed off. oh God, what had he done? did he stab this man? he didn't remember doing that. but he wouldn't have a knife in his hand, leaning over the body if it wasn't him, right?

the blood was the worst part, and what he still shudders to think about today. it truly was everywhere. on the man, on the knife, on his pa, on him. it had pooled on the floor and started sinking into the carpet. it had sprayed on the walls and on his face when he'd slashed a major artery. he swears he could taste it on his lips. it drenched his and his father's shirts. his favorite pajamas would never be worn again.

the iron-ey smell made him want to throw up, but the circumstances didn't even allow him to move. was he breathing? did he die too, just like the man? he didn't know. his ears rang as the gravity of what he'd done set in.

"I killed this man. this mess is my fault. I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to..." he thought.

"I... I'm sorry..." was the first thing he muttered after breaking out of the shock that kept him in place. he slumped over and dropped the knife in terror as he began to cry.

"I'm sorry," he cried. "I didn't mean to... I don't know what happened..."

he started to stutter and shake as he sobbed and begged for forgiveness from his parents. he kept saying he was sorry, that he didn't mean to, that it was an accident. eventually, through his sobs, he threw up, right there in the hallway. smells and fluids mixed below him, all a product of his own monstrous doings.

his parents, after finally regaining a sliver of their humanity, reacted to the gruesome scene in front of them.

"Amiir..." his mother stuttered out as his father picked him up. blood ran down his body as he stood, making a bigger mess of the once beautiful, beige carpet.

"let's just get you cleaned up..." his father said solemnly, taking the boy to the bathroom. Amiir cried into his neck as his mother continued to stand in the hallway, tears pricking her eyes.

in the bathroom, his father stripped him of his pajamas and put him the tub, starting the water and making sure it was a nice temperature before plugging the drain. slowly but surely, the water turned more and more pink as it kept filling up. Amiir couldn't stand to look at the bloody water, so he looked up as he continued to cry. he was full on bawling at this point, his breathing rough as he still begged for forgiveness.

after turning the water off, his father finally spoke up.

"look, son... I'm not going to tell you that what you did wasn't bad, because it was. it was awful, and a crime, and you should feel terrible. you should be crying the way you are now," he said, soaking the blood on the boy's body up with a bath sponge. Amiir cried impossibly harder as he felt berated by his father.

"but, I should thank you," he finished. Amiir looked up at him for the first time since the affair.

"you're not angry with me?" he asked through his tears, trying his best to calm down now. he still sniffled and sobbed.

"not angry, but not happy either. I just wanted you to know that if you hadn't done that, he would have killed me. blood was going to be spilled one way or another tonight," his father claimed. Amiir nodded and went quiet at the thought. then, they wandered.

what if that guy had a family? what if this is how he provided for them? what if he didn't have a choice?

the waterworks started up again as he let his father continue to clean him up. the blood was still all over his face, and drying now. his tears left tracks through the overwhelming red.

Amiir, at only ten years old, had just brutally murdered a man in cold blood. as young as he was, he knew he never wanted to kill again.

(note: being as light as he is, we can assume Amiir's real parents are american)

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