#mr. shalashaska

[bigusbossus]

WKAE UP BOSSELOT NATION WE'RE GETTING A MEAL TODAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️ come see your local slutty catboy get fucked !!

commissioned by @halfamilliontransgendercyborgs (thank you for the yaoi we all say in unison)

uncensored on my twt or you could also just dm me if you really wanna see

[cipher-of-the-round-table]

@mr--stick, I got Starline. (NGL, hoped for Slinger the Ocelot, solely due to him being a Glup Shitto-ified MGS3 Adamska/Shalashaska/Revolver Ocelot, and I find that funny)

hey guys i remade it go crazy

[greekromann]

everything abt revolver ocelot is absolutely hysterical to me. this man is the worst canon gay rep ive ever seen in my life hes an antagonist who ruins everything in every game has a Thing For Torture and his youngest incarnation is like. a jrotc catboy. i think if i ever met mgs3 ocelot hed start calling me slurs. not bc im gay, just bc i look like a Woman™, but still. like objectively i should Absolutely Hate this character and on some level i Do however the sheer ridiculous nature of like. There Is A Character Who Is A Cowboy And A Catboy Who Has Never Been Anywhere That Cowboys Exist And Was Born In Normandy On D-Day In The MIDDLE Of The Battlefield And He Is So Absurdly Dedicated To The Stupidest Man You Have Ever Met That He Plays Quadruple Agent Over The Course Of 50-ish Years To Ultimately No Avail Bc The Man He Risked It All To Bring Back From The Dead Immediately Let Himself Die On Purpose is so.... like i would never wanna be his therapist but i'd pay to sit in on every single session

[vampirebiter]

remember that time someone made a full on callout post for mr revolver shalashaska adamska adam liquid ocelot

[skajador]

those rotten ocelhira boys and 48, you know you wanna (ocelot is not allowed to say fuck)

48: “Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.” This is set during the late ‘70s, not long after my other Ocelhira fic, Apologies to Mrs. Dugnutt, which this is a spiritual sequel to… im ngl i wanna write this into a whole fic after the delight that writing this was.

Ocelot stepped out of the bathroom adjusting his turquoise bolo tie with the golden wildcat clasp. Was he fucking serious with this? That wasn’t even the beginning of it. Kaz looked him up and down. Ten-gallon hat. Patterned maroon silk shirt not nearly buttoned enough. Blindingly white boots with gold inlays and polished spurs to match. White leather gloves in place of his usual red. Oversized belt buckle with an elaborate engraving depicting crossed revolvers.

“Why.” was the only word that came to mind.

“Well, pardner,” Ocelot explained, “after yer little stunt with choosin’ our cover personas as Bobson Dugnutt and his rentboy husband… I figured you owe me one. I getta choose for this operation.”

“And you’ve chosen…?”

“The name’s Douglas D. Douglas. Newly-minted Texas oil man. Got all this money and just don’t know what to do with it,” he said, in a somehow even heavier drawl than usual.

“Douglas D. Douglas,” was all Kaz could say, incredulous.

“The man so nahss they named him twahss.” Ocelot was real proud of that one.

“What does the D stand for?”

“Y’know what they say… A true cowboy never reveals his secrets,” Ocelot said, smirking.

“Actually, I’m pretty sure no one has ever said that. About cowboys. It’s magicians.”

Ocelot drew his fancy engraved revolver and twirled it. “You implyin’ I ain’t got magic hands?”

Kaz grimaced. This is by far the worst Ocelot he’s ever seen and he’s seen Shalashaska.

“I’m almost afraid to ask what I’m gonna be doing.”

“Well,” Ocelot replied, but it sounded a lot more like ‘whale’. He gestured to Kaz. “This here’s my pardner. Kazzuh-heeruh.” Kaz hadn’t heard his first name butchered that badly since college.

“You can’t use my real fucking name!”

“My pardner… Benny. Darlin’, ain’t he?” Ocelot slid a sleazy arm around Kaz’s waist. “He was there by my side when we hit black gold and, well, he don’t know much about the oil business but he was too purdy not to cut a slice of the pecan pie, so to speak.”

Kaz spun out of his hold and brushed himself off. Gross. “Oh, so I’m the dumb blonde arm candy that they’ll underestimate until I swoop in and drive them a hard bargain they weren’t expecting?”

“You got it.” Ocelot held up that stupid finger gun gesture.

Kaz sighed. “Alright. Meeting’s in an hour, we should head out then, right?”

“Now, just hold on a diddly darn minute.”

What.

“You ain’t seen yer outfit yet.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

Ocelot pulled the dry cleaner’s cover off a white vest with a disgusting amount of fringe and fucking tassels.

“Well. What are ya waitin’ for, Benny?”

[giving-brain]

Of course, a father knows his daughters attitude, her habits, and the shit she got up to. After all, Adamska’s work relationship with Jin was purely forged from being called down to the office so many damn times for his daughters mouth, let alone collateral damage done to the school. At first it made him silently furious, why would she be so chaotic, who ever did she learn this from? And then he remembers, oh my, that’s me. He never raised his voice to her or laid a hand on her, though he was not her father by blood Miu was his child. A vessel for knowledge, and did Adamska have knowledge to share. “Pick one, Miu’s dad or Mr. Shalashaska. Paves the way for the kind of kinship you wish to have.” He shrugs, his shoulder raised to nearly touch his ear with how expressive he was with his gesticulations. When Kaz pointed out the lunch box he presented it, almost proudly. “I cannot allow her to be the only one with a ‘hello kitty’ lunch box.” He says with a sly grin, like he held secrets. Did he also have an affinity for cute cartoons like Miu? The box was far from a surprise, expected nearly, all he did was request it stayed in the lab. He didn’t want that kind of stuff in his house. Still it made his eyes roll. “Why are the two of your incapable of being discreet. It’s like you want to get in trouble.” He punches the bridge of his nose in disappointment. Kaz’s flinching does not fall from him, unfortunately he had gotten used to it, a lot of students blatantly victims of abuse. It discouraged him, he wasn’t trying to be something to truly fear, he was just trying to be a disciplinary figure.

@from-across-the-stars

Mid school day was always hectic, the students who only had afternoon classes rushing in, the morning students leaving, staff trying to catch five minutes of cool down time. Hope’s Peak never slept. In the mix of it all, of every combination of student and employee on campus, Adamska ran into Kaz. The lad annoyed him, his daughter’s friend and lab partner, though he didn’t care to know how intricate they were. All he knew was that Kaz enabled her chaotic inventions that usually got him called into the office as well for not scolding Miu better. 

“Kaz….” The Z in his name catches on his tongue like a sting, 

He was a locked jaw and high and tight haircut, military uniform and polished boots. Eccentric, but cold. It was easy to see the resemblance. As much as he carried himself as a hot shot, he carried a bento box with a hello kitty pattern on it, obviously one of Miu’s purchases. He was just about to go outside to enjoy his lunch before being thrown back into the classroom for the rest of the day. 

“I didn’t expect to see you outside of your lab, taking yourself away from your important business?”