#of course im the slayer and he’s Vega

[mewmewbones]

Love is sending your boyfriend Doomvega fanfics and being like “haha us”

#mlm #menlovingmen #men loving men #gay #doomvega #of course im the slayer and he’s Vega

[manie-sans-delire-x]

hi 💕 could you tell us a bit about your ocs? im really curious!

Omg my dream ask!! 🙀💕 Of course!!

I'll just do a quick list of basic info since theres so much to tell and idk what you want to know. Their ages obviously change since my stories go over at least a decade, but if they had to have a fixed age, that would be it. Most are just my created player characters from videogames, but I also write fiction with them and they have a ton of lore and story. Sorry if certain terms dont make sense/you dont know what it is.

Elder Scrolls universe: (medieval fantasy)

Lilith: 34, female, bosmer/wood elf, vampire. The Dovahkiin. Shes my first and favorite. Listener/leader and savior of the Dark Brotherhood. Adventurer, bounty hunter, assassin, dragon slayer, vampire slayer. Shes terrifying and burns hotter than the sun. Accidentally adopts Aventus. She once cannibalized her disabled sister as a child during a clan famine lol. Nothing she enjoys more than fighting and power. Is slowly forced into the politics of a foreign land.

Kina Sintav: 27, female, human. The Gray Fox, Hero of Kvatch, and Silencer to Lucien Lachance (and lover). Master thief and assassin. Runaway gladiator slave. If Lilith is the sun, she is the moon and stars. She is endless grief, she is tragedy, she is the mist and rain and fog. Was almost drowned in the lake by her mentally ill mother as an infant after being mistaken as blind. She loses everyone, and her mind in the end.

"Adopted"/developed npcs:

Lucien Lachance: 42, male, human. Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood. Legendary assassin, swordsman, and poison maker. Master, mentor, and lover to Kina. If Kina is the moon and stars, he is the black night. He is fully indoctrinated into the Dark Brotherhood cult of death and murder. Kills his own adoptive children (by proxy- by Kina). He gets caught up in a web of revenge and betrayal, falsely accused of being traitor/is set up, and dies a terrible, tragic death by those he trusted most.

Marcurio: 38, male, human. Powerful mage and educated scholar. Best friend/occasional lover of Lilith, scribe, and her moral compass. He has sworn to kill her should she lose her path.

Aventus Aretino: 11, male, human. Abused orphan child who hires Lilith to kill his abuser. Adopted child of Lilith. He is determined to become a Brotherhood assassin, despite Lilith's warnings. Socially shunned "cursed child" for the taboo of contacting the Dark Brotherhood.

Fallout universe: post modern apocalypse

Cora (Fallout 4): 32, female, synth/android (unaware of it). Created to be a replacement housewife/mother for her soldier husband's dead wife Nora. Shes on a quest to find her kidnapped son. Post-apocalypse, she eventually becomes the raider queen.

Maeve (New Vegas): 24, female, human. Just a girl trying to work as a courier until she survives being shot in the head and buried in a shallow grave. Goes after the man who shot her and stole the package.

Other:

Tav (Baldurs Gate): 26, female, tiefling. A sweet soul, but naively influenced and tempted into corruption.

Atlantis Alatar / Sylvester Suliman (original universe): 27, male, human. A dying man. Powerful young sorcerer who had a very promising future in high society. Foolish, young, narcissistic and arrogant, he makes too many contracts with various demons. Tricked by djinn, he dooms himself into a terrible fate and early grave.

#asks #oc #elder scrolls #skyrim #oblivion #fallout 4 #fallout new vegas #oc lilith #oc kina #oc lucien #oc cora #oc maeve #oc tav

[catcodemon]

“It’s ok, it was an accident.” With Inky and Doomguy? ❤️

im so late with this i’m sorry but,,,, i have finally done it!!

The clatter of something falling onto the floor jolts him out of his dozing, the sound of scattering pieces tinkling across the floor echoing in the small room. His body is tense and already prepared to go on the offensive. His eyes sweep the room automatically, scanning for anything that could pose as a threat. They fall on what caused the ruckus: a glass that had, somehow, been nudged too far off the corner of his desk, where it now lay in pieces on the floor. Inky sits frozen in place where she had most likely accidentally swept it off, stock-still and eyes wide.

He sighs, the tension ebbing out of his body slowly. He rubs his eyes blearily, moving to stand up and clean up the small catastrophe. 

As he moves, Inky’s ears flatten against her head. He pauses, tilting his head at the sudden, unfamiliar behavior, before she scrabbles off the desk to dart under the bed to hide.

“Is everything alright?” Vega’s voice calls out from outside the room. “I heard a commotion.” Quickly, his head pokes in to check in on the Slayer.

The man nods, distracted. Vega seems to notice, stepping in further. “What is wrong?”

‘Inky,’ he signs. ‘She ran.’

“She ran from you?” Vega’s confusion is apparent in his voice.

Another nod. ‘When I went to stand.’ He fumbles, staring down at his hands. ‘She was scared. Of me.’

“I doubt that,” the mech assures him. “She may be high-strung from the loud noise.”

‘She thought I was going to punish her,’ the marine emphasizes.

Vega hums worriedly, wringing his slender hands together. “I suppose the best thing to do is to reassure her that nothing is to come.” He glances around the room. 

He nods once more, looking over to the bed. He pads over silently, crouching and leaning to peer underneath. Inky’s eyes seem to glow back at him, still wide. She’s as far back against the wall as she can go, well out of his reach were he to stretch out to her.

He clicks his tongue a few times, wriggling his fingers enticingly. When she doesn’t budge from where she crouches, he sags and sighs. 

“Give her time,” Vega soothes. “She’ll come out on her own.”

The Slayer moves to sit up from crouching, hands folded in his lap. His thoughts race inside his head: Of course she’s scared of you. You’re a killer. She’s always been afraid of you, deep down. Now she has a reason.

He’s shaken out of the thoughts by a familiar tickle against his arm. Slowly, silently, he turns his head to look at what is causing it. 

Inky’s head peeks out from under the bed, long whiskers gently brushing his arm as she sniffs him warily. She stays hidden, for the most part.

One hand carefully approaches her, wincing when she retracts back underneath. However, as he holds it out, she pokes back out, sniffing his hand. He stays perfectly still, waiting for her to feel comfortable enough to come out on her own decision.

It takes time, but she does slip out, bit by bit, until she’s sitting next to him like always. She looks up to him, seeming to ask for forgiveness. A smile cracks his worn face as his hand shifts to gently pet her head. Rather than recoil, this time, she leans into it, a deep purr starting up within her.

“Accidents happen,” he rasps out quietly to her. Her ears perk at the sound of his voice, something he notes with glee. He strokes along her back smoothly, relishing in the familiar feeling of silky fur under his palm.

She finds her rightful place in his lap soon. Curled up neatly, as if nothing had even gone wrong in the first place. 

He’s okay with it.

#asks #inky the cat #doomguy #vega #doomvega #destinycantbestopped

[s-o-s-from-earth]

Nothing Fucks With The Slayer (chapter 1/?)

so im.... starting to write again???? ugh hopefully this goes somewhat well...

Ship: Doomvega (platonic)

Tags: pre-slash, pre-canon, no body!Vega

Summary: Set a few months before the events of Eternal. Flynn and Vega have settled in with their new life and are now working on upgrading the Praetor suit and restoring the Fortress to working condition… and Slayer's communication skills, of course. He's not the only one who has some issues to solve, though… Expect pre-doomvega and a (kinda half-assed) explanation to why an AI can feel stuff. No idea where this is gonna go, but yknow,, hopefully doomvega and also the two bastards figuring out what's wrong with them both at least,,,

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26328196/chapters/64112989

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The Sentinel ship was never truly silent. Various systems were running constantly, an ever-present low humming they emitted being the only sound the ship knew in Slayer’s absence. Vega was quiet as well - there wasn’t anyone to talk to at the moment, so he busied himself scanning various files from a data storage Slayer had retrieved for him some time ago.

That, or he was simply curious if a hundred-year old hard drive would still be functional, let alone have any sort of data on it left intact, he reminded himself as he scanned another text file. He couldn’t deny any possibilities until it was confirmed or denied by the Slayer himself. Perhaps he would ask him when he returns…

A notification popped up. All the text files on the drive had been scanned - books, to be precise. Their metadata indicated they were all written at least a hundred years ago, some dating as far as three centuries back, and collectively covered many different aspects of humanity's existence in that time period - from agriculture to psychology to fiction. Vega made a note to tell the Slayer about them later - perhaps he would be interested in this archive, seeing as how he already had a sizable library in his possession.

Aside from the books and about five thousand corrupted files of various sizes and formats, which took up the majority of the storage, there was a music library. A quick scan identified about 60% of it as corrupted, but the rest was still intact. A more detailed look into the metadata and the structure of the audio revealed it to be of high quality by the standards of when the songs were released. Along with the library was an executable file which turned out to be a music player. Curious to explore its functions as an ordinary user, Vega browsed through the library via the app before pressing the “Randomize” button. The screen shifted to an image with the song’s name and artist beneath it, as well as some buttons that Vega suspected to serve as convenient shortcuts for changing songs.

The image depicted two faces - a male and a female - seemingly smiling. It was almost immediately apparent, though, that those weren’t real humans. Dolls, perhaps? The language wasn’t familiar to him either, but it was clear that the singer was female, rather whispering than singing in the conventional meaning of that word.

The image turned out to be clickable, shifting upwards. Nothing was displayed by the program's UI, however, leading Vega to assume any information on this song was simply missing. He let it play, instead shifting his attention to check Slayer’s location and vitals. Everything was in check - the new upgrades to the configuration of the suit were integrated successfully, to his relief. Or that would be relief, were you to be human, he reminded himself again. Besides, this "mission" wasn’t of the offensive kind - simply to look for some repair bots Vega could use to restore the ship’s condition. That's not how he saw it at first though…

[a few hours earlier.]

The Slayer sat slouched over his desk, a lamp illuminating an arrangement of wiring and tubing on the inside of one of the arm pieces of the Praetor suit. Different details and pieces were scattered on the desk, some visibly worn and some looking good as new. His tools were also in a chaotic arrangement, aside from the beaten up soldering iron he was working with. Eventually he finished tinkering, put all the layers of protective material back into place and straightened up, barely flinching as his spine made a hollow and most certainly unpleasant cracking sound.

“You have been working on upgrading the peripheral systems of your Praetor suit for approximately three hours and twenty minutes now. I suggest taking a break, Slayer”, Vega chimed in, switching to the room camera in case of an answer. He observed him huff as he begrudgingly turned the light off and got up to stretch. He then turned to the camera and made some quick, jagged gestures at it.

“Want… go on a walk.”

“...I see. I’d suggest visiting a discreet place on Earth. Please wait while I find a fitting location”, Vega responded, doing exactly what he said. His old data archives were lost after his last backup, so it took some time to tap into near-Earth satellites and scan the surface for a fitting place - where Vega could safely form a portal and where there would be no one of disturbance.

After several minutes he spoke again:

"I have compiled a list of locations for you. Would like me to narrow it down with additional criteria?"

The Slayer nodded and responded after a moment:

"Forest?"

"There is a forest near what seems to be an abandoned production plant at approximately 63.2 latitude and 65.5 longtitude. Despite the apparent absence of any unwanted witnesses, I suggest you take the necessary precautions - that includes your armor." Too much worry - it's not like you're able to do that.

"Sure", Slayer answered, his expression unreadable, and turned to get the aforementioned suit. Before he did that, however, he turned back and signed some more at the camera:

"You need anything… maybe?"

Vega was caught off guard by the question. Did he need anything? What could an AI, advanced as Vega might've been, even need, per se? After a few moments of thought (only living things think, he reminded himself, in your case it's called processing) he answered:

"While there's no emergent need in any materials, a spare construction bot would be of valuable assistance here. It doesn't have to be in working condition, and it's not absolutely necessary..."

"If I find one, I'll bring here."

"Ah- that would be most appreciated!"

Surely the voice synthesis program needed a maintenance scan, as it clearly was getting harder to operate and control. And not just that - his RAM was getting more and more occupied by unnamed processes that served seemingly no purpose. He focused on shutting them down one by one, but that proved to be of little use, as they just kept starting up again. By the time he stopped trying to close them, Slayer was already fully prepared for departure. Vega ran the portal configuration, setting it just outside the factory.

"I've set the portal near the facility. You should be able to send me a signal through the comms system in your helmet when you're ready to go back."

With a nod, Slayer lowered the panel in front of him to get to the portal, but right before stepping through it, he turned around, raising his hands to sign.

"No need to…" Slayer stood still for a moment, as if trying to find the necessary words, before continuing: "No need to act like a machine, you. Ok? You're a friend."

And before Vega could answer, he was gone.

[now.]

The scan of the data was now complete, save for the music that Vega turned off for now. What remaining knowledge of human culture he still had indicated that music was rarely used as a means to document events, rather serving as an instrument of self-expression, so he wasn't likely to miss any critical information. So instead he focused on resolving that problem with his RAM that he encountered right before Slayer left. He didn't remember any issues like that occurring before - at least not since he woke up in the Fortress, since any previous error logs he had were also lost back on Mars. No matter how many times he shut the strange tasks down, they all came back as if nothing happened. Their function was also not apparent, though they were listed as cognitive processes. No cohesive name, no references, no order. Why did they even appear?

'And why do I keep reminding myself to behave like a machine? My personality module was developed for the very purpose of making AI-human interactions more smooth. Why limit its possibilities? And what did Slayer mean by calling me his friend-?'

[Incoming voice comm: The Slayer.]

Vega put away those ponderings for now, answering the call immediately.

“Hello again. I take it you’re ready to go back?”

“...”

Right. He can’t really answer, Vega figured.

“I’ll set up a portal near your location”, he said instead, watching the rift open up in the main room. A quiet grunt on the other side of the comms sufficed as a ‘sure’, and Vega opened the folder with books again.

He can deal with those strange mishaps later, after he and Slayer discuss their findings.

#doom #doom eternal #doom 2016 #doomvega #doomguy #vega #hggghhhh pls lemme know what yall think...... #jan does a write