#troll doomguy

[raventroll80]

G/T July

Day 11: Melancholy

Characters: Troll Doomguy (Slayer), and VEGA

The Slayer and VEGA adjust to living in the Fortress, and the Slayer finds a photo that is both familiar and foreign to him. This story takes place after the events of 2016 and before Eternal.

The Fortress was a welcome sight to the Slayer it’s dusty walls reminded him of his better days on Argent D’Nur. Hopefully the Fortress was still operational. If it weren’t then he’d have quite the problem on his hands.

As he approached the bridge the Slayer gingerly fished out a small usb stick from his pack. The delicate cargo was barely the size of one of his claws.

It still amazed him how so much data was stored on it, at least he hoped so. He had only found four Argent batteries on his way to the Fortress, he wasn’t sure if they’d be enough. The Slayer plugged the batteries in and the Fortress whirred to life.

All that was left to do was plug the USB in and hope.

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Several days had passed since VEGA was uploaded onto the Fortress. He seemed to be doing well, and both were quite surprised to find that the Fortress was more than capable of housing him.

The Slayer was sat on a crate in what he decided to be his workshop. He was taking off the Praetor suit for the first time in what must have been months.

Most of its functions were inoperable from the assault the demons had launched when he made his escape from hell.

His holograms were completely destroyed and couldn’t be repaired. He didn’t mind though, he didn’t use them all that often.

He was working on dismantling one of his gloves to remove the mechanisms that operated the holograms. Maybe he could reuse some of the parts for other things-

Snap

Or maybe not.

The Slayer heard an unseen device snap as he tried to remove a panel from the gauntlet. The Slayer dropped the gauntlet on the desk and sighed in frustration.

“Is everything alright Slayer?” A voice called from his helmet.

It was VEGA. The cameras were still down so VEGA couldn’t see anything, but the camera on his helmet was still working.

He turned the helmet towards him before slowly signing out,

“Broke something in glove”

VEGA was teaching him how to use sign language because a good chunk of the screens didn’t have a keypad on them. He was having some trouble but VEGA was patient and reassuring.

“I see. Can it be repaired?” VEGA asked.

“No, don’t bother, barely used it anyway,”

“What device was it, if I may ask?”

“Hologram grenade”

“Understood, perhaps you should work on something else for the time being.” Vega offered.

“Like what?”

Vega thought for a moment, there wasn’t a lot to do that didn’t involve working with small devices. And since he couldn’t properly see the Fortress he didn’t know what work needed to be done that wasn’t electrical.

“How are the food storages? Scanning indicates that this place hasn’t be used in decades. I doubt there’s anything edible in the Fortress currently.”

The Slayer thought for a moment, VEGA was correct when he said that the Fortress hadn’t be used in ages. Now that he’d mentioned it the Slayer was feeling a bit hungry. He hadn’t eaten in hell, not that he needed to but, now that he’d left he’d need to eat like any other living thing.

The Slayer grunted in approval and got up from his seat and put on the least damaged parts of his armour before leaving the Fortress.

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Some time had passed and the two had been able to make significant repairs to the Fortress. The food storage had been repaired and the Slayer had found more power cells. But they still hadn’t managed to fix the cameras and during an excursion the camera on the Slayer’s helmet had broke.

Not being able to see what the Slayer was doing concerned VEGA. He was often impulsive and wouldn’t think things through, back on Mars he had watched the Slayer tackle a Hell Knight into lava of the refinery.

Though he would admit the Slayer seemed more tactful now that they were on Argent D’Nur. He would often stalk lesser demons back to their nest before attacking. For someone as large as him, the Slayer could be deathly silent.

As for the Slayer, he was once again in his workshop working on his armour. He had given up trying to repair the old armour and was now building a new set.

He was gutting the torso when the Slayer found a small pocket on the inside of the chest plate. Upon opening it a small paper fell out. Being caught off guard by it the Slayer was unable to catch it before it fell to the floor.

The Slayer grunted before getting up to search for the small paper. When he found it he was confused.

It was a photo of a family, it showed a man, a woman, and a child. They looked happy.

Looking at the photo stirred a strange feeling in the Slayer. It was like a strange sadness with no reason as to why he felt it.

“Hmm…” the Slayer rumbled.

He could just barely remember asking Valen to make the compartment, but not why the photo warranted it. The harder he tried to remember who they were the harder it was to focus on their faces.

“Slayer?”

He was startled by the sudden noise. His thoughts dissipated like tracks in a snowstorm.

“Is everything alright?” VEGA asked, sounding mildly concerned.

“Yes, why?” The Slayer signed back. He waited for a response before remembering that the cameras were still broken.

VEGA heard a loud smack followed by an annoyed grow. Not long after, VEGA received a message from the workshop.

“Yes, why”

“You were growling again.” VEGA stated.

“Oh, I found something and couldn’t remember where it came from”

“I see,” the Slayer chuckled as VEGA said that. “Do you think I could be of help in figuring out who the photo is of?”

“Don’t worry, I think we should fix the cameras though”

“I agree, I will compose a list of needed materials to repair them.” VEGA said and the Slayer grunted in agreement.

A boop signified that VEGA had left. The Slayer put the picture on his desk before he left for the bridge.

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The Slayer found himself lost inside of a snowstorm. The wind howled more fiercely than an demon could, and the cold bit at him relentlessly.

He couldn’t remember how he got there only that he was searching for something, but what? What was he looking for, who?

From the white abyss he heard a voice calling out to someone. Was it him? Who’s name was it.

He chased after the voice, with each step the storm grew stronger and stronger. His bones ached and the snow burned his hands.

He finally stood before the figure, it was the woman from the picture, or was it. He couldn’t remember what her eyes looked like, he couldn’t remember her face.

The harder he tried to focus the harder the wind blew obscuring her face.

The familiar taste of blood flooded his mouth, the smell of smoke filled his lungs. His body ached and he felt as though his head was about to explode.

He opened his mouth and for the first time in centuries strangled words fell out.

“Who are you?”

The words felt knives in his throat. As they left his mouth they were drowned out by the screams of woman. Her screams melded with the howling wind, it was deafening to the Slayer, he wanted it to stop but it wouldn’t. He wanted to run but his legs wouldn’t move, he felt trapped.

A heavy thump on his chest ripped the Slayer from his nightmare. His brain was still in fight mode and his hand slammed down onto his chest, claws digging into whatever had landed on his chest.

The sound of metal and plastic crunching and the whirring of machinery made him realize that it was one of VEGAs drones that he had grabbed.

“Slayer is everything alright?” VEGA asked his concern audible.

The Slyer let go of drone before apologizing.

“Sorry, bad dream”

“Are you alright?” VEGA asked.

“I’m fine, are you?” The Slayer asked gesturing to to the drone.

“Drone will be fine, but your heart rate is still elevated. I would recommend you do something relaxing to calm down.” VEGA replied as the drone hovered by his head.

The Slayer sat for a moment thinking about the nightmare. They didn’t have every night, only when he thought about the photo. Clearly the photo was causing it.

“Wait, I need to show you something” he signed to the drone, “come”

VEGA was mildly concerned as he followed the Slayer to his workshop. He watched as his companion got increasingly tense as he searched for something on his desk. His tail twitched as he moved papers around until going still as he gently held up a photo. It looked tiny in his hand as he set it down on a relatively clean part of the desk.

“I found it about two months back when it fell out of my armour,” the Slayer signed, “I don’t know who they are or why I felt the need to keep it so close”

VEGA inspected the photo, it showed a man, a woman, and a child. It was well worn and the edges were tattered. What caught VEGAs attention was the striking similarities between the Slayer and the man in the photo.

VEGA was silent for a moment as he compared the two. He was almost certain they were the same person.

“I believe this is a picture of you Slayer, the similarities are uncanny.”

This was true, the Slayer did look like an uncanny version of the man in the photo. His mouth was a bit too wide, and his eyes were large and lightly sunken, though the sunken eyes were probably due to lack of sleep for who knows how long. VEGA had some theories on what the Slayer was but was unable to research these theories.

The Slayer stared at the photo gently running his claw along “his” face in the photo, then the other two people. That melancholy had returned, but this time he finally knew why.

It was a photo of his family, or what was. No matter how hard he tried to remember them he couldn’t, he couldn’t remember their names, he didn’t recognize them, he couldn’t recognize himself.

“No…” he rumbled, hos hoarse voiced barely audible, just like in his nightmare it burned his throat to speak.

“Pardon?” VEGA asked, he had heard the Slayer speak earlier it was what alerted him to the Slayer’s distress.

“Not anymore….” He rumbled again as he picked up the photo.

He carefully tore the picture in half, separating “him” from the family. Whoever he used to be was long dead, just like the family in the photo. Whatever importance they held was gone, he felt guilty for this but no matter how hard he tried all he could manage was an empty sadness.

He let the torn photo fall to the floor before he unceremoniously sat on the crate he was still using as a chair.

VEGA observed the Slayer as the large man tried to process his thoughts.

“Was going to tend to the green house, would you like to join me?” He asked, hoping it would distract the Slayer.

The Slayer looked up at the drone and gave a small smile before signing,

“Sure, that sounds nice”

Among the things VEGA and the Slayer had repaired the greenhouse was VEGAs favourite. It was where he spent most of his time tending to the plants and crops. Not only was it necessary to even remotely sustain the Slayer, but it also brought a sort of joy to the AI.

Since there was only one inhabitant that needed to eat VEGA was able to have his own personal section to the greenhouse. This was where the two found themselves that night.

As VEGA talked about the new plants he had added, the Slayer could feel the storm in his head finally end. The woman had stopped her screaming, and though he still couldn’t see her face or remember her name, the Slayer felt as though she was finally at peace.

He still felt melancholic as the last of his memories of her faded into the snow, but as VEGA spoke the Slayer felt a familiar warm feeling grow in his chest, and a part of him knew that she’d be happy for him.

The Fortress was ready for travel and they’d soon leave for Earth. But that could wait for now, right now the Slayer was content listening to his friend.

[colorfuldonutrunaway]

Originally posted by hemo-canons.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Fort

Gift story thing for @raventroll80 [this... turned out a loot longer then I meant it to.... But that's what I e been doing lately]

Fort:

Heather woke up more than a little confused, it smelled and felt like her bed but it was a lot cooler than she was used to. If not almost cold, and that was weird but sometimes happened. The girl tried to sort out where she was, managing to remember the bigger than big person. Being carried by him outside and the glowing… portal.

Like what some of the monsters came out of, but a different color and felt cooler then the hot-ness that the monster portals. Those looked like the embers of those cooking fires in the sanctuary harbors.

…had he found her mom?

Heather flopped back in her bed, trying to get under the blankets again. Thinking of what she saw while being carried before a massive hand had lifted and held her to the Mountain’s armored chest. Almost wrapping around her upper body. Stopping her from getting more than a glimpse of wet, sticky stuff the monsters liked to pile up. The girl remembered just getting a few seconds of looking up at the rusty red ‘sky’ and the dark orange in the clouds above. It was not much, but everything had seemed hazy around them like fog trying to roll in as he walked. It had been hard to breath before being uncomfortable with the portal. 

She rolled over under her blanket and onto something cold and hard. Feeling around and then found a silver and blue tablet-like pad, relieved to find it. A little puzzled at the message on it before the rest of her memories kicked in. The girl tried to stay in bed as long as she could, talking by carefully typing under the blanket to the other person… Vega. He was nice, and like the city AI before she stopped responding to everything.

Heather wondered what the stars looked like at this place. She had not seen them for a long time even before the basement-bunker. Vega said, on the tablet, that there were a lot of stars. He also got the girl to sit up as she really woke up and look for her slippers on the bed.

Little pink and yellow knitted slippers were found, and armed with not just the tablet, but a defensive easter bunny. Heather padded out of the semi-empty room she was in. Blinking at the light but following the instructions to find a bathroom she could use.

After a good five or ten minutes later, Heather felt much better! She even remembered and figured out how to wash her hands on her own! 

Now the drawback of the situation, the child was wide awake and in a new place. 

It was big and anything but plain. The walls had all sorts of carvings in and on them. Even some areas looked like there should be a window in the wall, but it was only smooth polished shiny stone. Heather could not even reach the bottom edge.

Did the Mountain make these? He should have painted the window!

Heather had made a lot of pictures of windows with her mom at the bunker. Maybe the Mountain could do that too!

…where was the Mountain?

The girl looked around for the first time, puzzled, and then she walked back to where her bed had been placed. Being much more awake she was taking in the massive halls around her. The room that her bed and several things from the bunker was in, also had other boxes and bins. Heather poked at those that were not sealed, finding some blankets, and she asked Vega on the tablet to have a colorful green one with sunflowers on it. 

With permission she pulled it to the bed.

Heather sat up on the bed as a thought popped up. She carefully typed out the question after another good look around. ‘Am I in the closet?’ 

The mountain was so big, everything was really big except the one space of the bathroom. There was a two second pause before Vega responded by text.

‘No Heather, you’re not in a closet. It was an empty store room.’ The city-like AI tried to explain, ‘The other things are what the Slayer found in the neighborhood you were in.’

‘Closet!’ Heather giggled, thinking of the big walk in closet her and her mother had slept in for several weeks before finding the basement bunker. She kicked her slipper covered feet in the air on the side of the bed, looking around and thought for the Mountain it was more like that size to him. The girl tried to explain it, and Vega seemed to like her thought. 

The girl got up and felt brave enough to leave her easter bunny on the bed, having spotted the familiar table with some more boxes. One was open and still had the pictures she drew by herself or what Heather and her mother did together. Very careful, because she knew paper was special now, she looked for her favorite picture.

It was one of those that her mother hand drew a window frame and let Heather make something inside. There was another one that Heather picked up and set on her bed, staring and touching both. The favorite picture they made together, and

Heather’s favorite window picture her mom had drawn of them and the dad she could not really remember well. It was just their backs, but heather was supposed to be, between her parents. She could tell by the color of their hair.

Careful not to crinkle the picture, Heather hugged it, being so careful. Then set it down and picked up the other picture. She was really, really proud of it, and it was the first picture that took her days to finish.

This was a better picture to give, Heather wanted to keep the one her mom made. Excited, she ran to the door. Stopped just outside to stare at the massively tall and wide hallway. Her nerve gave out and Heather ran back to the bed to set the picture down and grab her easter bunny to hug for comfort. After finger spelling several words like counting to calm down she reached for the tablet. 

‘Can I give thing to-’ Heather paused, realizing she did not know how to spell mountain. She thought, and then tried to spell it several times. 

‘Mountain?’ Vega supplied, with a picture of a mountain.

Heather brightened up and nodded. Paused and then tried to finger spell the letters in her way to start to remember. After that she made the sign for Mountain. 

‘Do you mean the Slayer is the Mountain?’ Vega’s question popped up on the screen. 

‘Moundtan,’ Heather paused, finger spelled the word Vega wrote, and after a second tried again. Half copping what was written already, ‘Mountain played with the monsters, and came into the bunker? What does s l a y e r mean?’

‘Slayer is the name of the mountain that saved you.’

Heather tilted her head, that was an odd name. Mountain seemed to fit, and she knew that sign. She wondered if he had made his name as a sign, he seemed to have been just learning it sometimes. ‘Can I give a gift to him? please?’

‘You can give the Slayer a gift.’ Vega responded through the text, ‘I am sure he will love one. Is it one of the drawings?’

The girl nodded excitedly, then paused, not sure where Vega could or did see her in the room. ‘Yesyes! I made it in the hiding spot before the bacemint!‘

‘Basement,’ Vega corrected, Heather trying to spell the letters out again. Not knowing that Vega was continually evaluating the girl and already had a lesson plan for her to get back on track for learning. ‘If you go outside, follow me through the purple lights. I will lead you to the Greenhouse area. You must go slow on the stairs, okay Heather?’

‘Purple light, slow on stairs.’ Heather repeated, holding the tablet and paper before pausing. Staring at her easier bunny, really wanting to take it too. She looked around and poked at the open boxes before finding her bag. Emptying it on the bed carefully, and repacking it, making sure she had all the things that were supposed to stay inside her backpack that her mom said. Hesitated and only put two cans of soup back in instead of the five like normal, as well as the packet of wishes and treasures her and her mom found. The other three were carefully hidden under her bed, not aware that the Slayer could and had just lifted it up to move it.

The paper was put in the backpack, then taken out and the pad put instead with the easter bunny. Feeling a lot braver now, Heather dared to go back in the hall, looking all around before seeing lights on the ground and on one side of the hall changing color and moving away. She padded after with her bright slippers, she was already following the moving lights through several halls before realizing she had not changed her clothes.

Heather remembered the Mountain sniffed her all at once. She stopped and looked down at the loose, slightly too big tan shirt she had on. Setting the picture down Heather grabbed the front and lifted it to sniff herself. Should she have a bath? Was that why he had sniffed her?

The girl had no idea where a bath would be, almost taking her backpack off to ask through the tablet. But she hesitated, thinking hard enough it was visible she picked up the picture off the ground and looked around. 

The hall was so big.

So were several rooms that were open, and though Heather dared to peek she did not enter them. Following the moving purple light to a large, long set of stairs that curved with a room. They looked around, hesitating on going down the steps that were at least a few feet each. Was this what Vega meant?

Then Heather spotted the oddness of the far left side of the stairs, walking over and found that it had a smaller set of stairs built into the side of the larger ones. The girl sat down on the top stair, seeing the purple light moving on the edging of the stairs. Even the light was going downwards slowly, so she scooted down one step at a time, doing as she was asked: going slow down the stairs.

Sitting on the last step to rest, watching the lights going down a hall in this new level. Heather looked up and all around, fascinated at the place that was so different from what she was used to. Yet she was not scared, a little nervous but the lights were still there moving slower and kept returning. She got up again and went back to following the lights to one of the many big closed doors. 

Heather hesitated as the colored lights all vanished, but the door opened. The girl gasped as warm air rolled out. It smelled right here as Heather walked slowly into the area. The light felt warm and not painful like on the surface. Something like her earliest memories, only…better. The smell of living plants, not the bitter sweet of ‘outside’ or too salty of the survivor camps and docks. 

There were so many different shades of green in the stacked growing beds. More than Heather had ever imagined on her own. She thought the pictures in the books her mother brought her were fake sometimes. The girl walked into the room as if in a trance, holding her picture with one hand and reached to a massive leaf that seemed bigger than her head. Heather was very careful to just lightly touch the big leaf, and startled at feeling it being so… firm. Having only really felt weeds that clung, or grasses that survived.

Heather was so lost in the wonder and amazement that she did not notice the glowing eyes watching her until heather backed up too far to look up. She squeaked and dropped, being top heavy with her backpack, the girl holding her picture up to protect it.

There was a deep rumble that Heather sort of recognized before it seemed like the world was moving around her. She held her picture up higher to try and protect it and squeaked as a shadow blocked out the bright grow lights. There was that low rumble again that Heather felt, and then a massive hand wrapped around the girl. Lifting and pulling her closer to the vibration, as the world kept moving without her input. 

Then she saw the glowing eyes, twisting a bit before starting to realize that the Mountain was here. He was setting her down and finishing rolling onto his side instead of laying on his back. No armor like before, but the mossy-egg color of the long sleeve…shirt? Outfit? It was like a long sleeve but seemed weirdly loose on the giant. Heather was not aware it was to give him range of movement. But she reached out with her left hand to pat the big hand as it started to draw back, there was a pause and the hand carefully patted her legs.

Heather jumped with a squeak as she remembered her picture, and the giant grunted around her. Startling as well, and that made Heather tense up as she was startled by him, being startled… by her…

The girl stared up with wide brown eyes up at the Mountain, the two both were rather confused about what just happened. He hands both hands hovering around the tiny human. 

“...?” Heather blinked slowly, looked down and turned her picture around. Holding up the picture for the Mountain to see. The window frame her mother drew, and the park that Heather had tried to draw based on pictures she had seen in books. The trees were a mix of different kinds and in the foreground was something she had seen. A big kangaroo male that had kicked a monster and made it go flying. “Ah…I…”

Heather had to pause, think about her lessons with her mother of how to say certain things. She liked sign more, but Vega said that the Mountain could hear, and was just learning sign. “Tthha…th-ank yu?”

The girl set the picture between the big hand and herself, not sure if she spoke aloud correctly. And signed a bit slower, just in case the Mountain…Slayer needed it to keep up. Thank you. Nice Mountain, gift for you! Window for the no windows? I made it! 

She was watching the giant Mountain as he was slowly starting to relax, bracing a hand near her before reaching over to pull the big paper closer to him. He looked puzzled, and then softened a bit in his strange but familiar face. Slowly moving from laying on his side to sitting up, Heather beside his left knee as he picked the paper up. It looked like a big sticky note between his fingers as he studied it.

The big rumble was back, low and vibrating through the ground almost. And when Heather turned to sit up and put her hands on his knee she felt it some more. Thank you. Pretty.

Heather brightened up at the slow sign back, wiggling happily. Then asked the current burning question, grasping the gray fabric of his loose pants to tug for attention. Letting go to ask. Is green real mountain? Are the green all real? Green plants! 

Plants are real. The Mountain blinked down at her, tilted his head and looked confused, then looked up as if he had to double check. Want to see?  

Heather gasped, nodding and bounced in place. Squeaking aloud as the giant Mountain moved, picking her up with his free hand and Heather hand to brace against his shoulder once moved over to it. She was not let go as the Slayer Mountain was getting up before signing as he stretched once standing up. The girl stilled as she saw… all the green things from where she was being held up so high up. The layered grow beds, the odd little drones hovering around helping to take care of them.

“...greeen…” Heather breathed in clear wonder as the Mountain walked, having never seen so much living green in one place that was not grass. She gripped the fabric of his shirt over the shoulder, trying to pull herself up to look around more. But he was holding her legs to keep the girl from falling.

Then the bigger, deep rumble came out of his chest. Vibrating in a way that was nice and did not seem to stop if he inhaled or exhaled.

Green things is a treasure. Heather signed to herself, as if remembering something being told to her. Before having to grip the fabric again, like the child was trying to ground herself as she tried to look all around at the plants.

[vexwerewolf]

Do you think putting Atlas parts on the Caliban would be in any way viable, or is it just random weebery?

Oh no, dude, it's super viable. Set up your Atlaban right and it has absurd manoeuvrability.

-- IPS-N CALIBAN @ LL6 -- [ LICENSES ] SSC ATLAS 3, IPS-N CALIBAN 3 [ CORE BONUSES ] Improved Armament, Reinforced Frame [ TALENTS ] Skirmisher 3, Vanguard 3, Combined Arms 2, Duelist 1 [ STATS ] HULL:2 AGI:4 SYS:0 ENGI:2 STRUCTURE:4 HP:20 ARMOR:2 STRESS:4 HEATCAP:7 REPAIR:6 TECH ATK:-2 LIMITED:+1 SPD:5 EVA:12 EDEF:8 SENSE:3 SAVE:14 [ WEAPONS ] Integrated: HHS-075 “Flayer” Shotgun FLEX MOUNT: TERASHIMA BLADE (SUPERMASSIVE MOD) HEAVY MOUNT: HHS-155 CANNIBAL [ SYSTEMS ] JÄGER KUNST I, Personalizations, Rapid Burst Jump Jet System

I call this build "Doomguy Samurai."

With the correct terrain, you can move across half of the battlefield in a single turn and smack someone in the face with your sword, which has innate Knockback regardless of stance due to Supermassive Mod. If you're going to do this, you might as well turn off the safety limiters to make it Knockback 2 and stay in Troll Stance the entire time, since Inaccurate is a binary state and only applies once no matter how many sources a weapon has it from. The Accuracy from Duelist negates the Difficulty anyway.

With Evasion 12, 2 Armor and 20 HP, this mech is pretty tanky. NPCs whose attacks have innate difficulty will struggle to hit this mech, and NPCs with low-damage weapons will struggle to hurt it.

[hrodvitnon]

Lately, I've been noticing that people are comparing MV Godzilla to Doomguy and a cat. It's funny because there's one thing all three of them got in common: people misunderstanding them as violent and angry jerks who hate everything, when that just isn't the case at all.

It's also an unfortunate trend I've been noticing, and now Godzilla's getting mischaracterized to hell and back as a dumb, angry, and violent brute by these people after GvK and GxK, especially on Twitter. In worst cases, I've even seen them say that Godzilla shouldn't be a sympathetic character at all, and that he doesn't need to be because Kong's already there, and as everyone knows, mammals are supposedly "more" sympathetic and relatable than reptiles are. Even though these are all fictional characters at the end of the day, and if so many works can make you sympathize with dragons, non-humanoid robots, and even a literal talking tree-man, among many other non-human and non-mammalian characters, then what's stopping you from doing the same thing to a big nuke lizard?

Also, they act as if Godzilla has never been sympathetic in any of his previous movies before. As if the original Gojira movie, most Showa era movies, Return of Godzilla and Heisei era as a whole, Kiryu Saga (though that applies more to Kiryu himself), and even MV Godzilla's own solo movies and in Legacy of Monsters magically don't exist to these people.

(Apologies for the sorta rant there, but this is really disheartening to see. Even Matt Frank himself has joined in with saying that MV Godzilla is a jerkface and that's all what he should be.)

As if we need another reason to avoid the Wretched Hive of Media Illiteracy and Bad Takes! But if it's any consolation, this house/blog is a MV Godzilla Support Zone: We know why Godzilla behaves the way he does, and he's just as sympathetic as Kong is. Have I made the Doomguy comparison myself? Yes, but only in jest and in response to a meme that also compares Kong and Suko to Kratos and Atreus. (Y'know, from that franchise about a guy who gets angry and kills gods; the guy who, according to old memes, would see stale bread as grounds for deicide; there's a lot more to the guy than that, but not to anyone who thinks "Kratos having nuance is boring" and are so allergic to water that they won't even touch the surface of an iceberg video.) I know how to make a joke and have the required media literacy to understand there's more to these characters than surface-level dumbfuckery.

Godzilla is like Doomguy in the sense that he loves something soft and fluffy (Daisy/Mothra) and will go through bloody hell to save the world; they both harbor scars physical and mental. He is also like cats in that he may bite and scratch, but he is subtle in showing his trust. His story may not have the found family angle like Kong, but Godzilla is still a big grumpy lizard with soulful emotional eyes who saves the world and loves his moth wife very much. Anyone says otherwise, I've got a bridge to sell them.

(Matt Frank, you better be trolling or I will be very disappointed and not reblog any of your art for a while.)

[cryllux]

coffee with sollux: complaining about ultra-nightmare mode being too easy

[legaleaglefeathers]

sigh

(please read tags)

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Various quotes from a ShadowRun campaign

Figured I may as well crack open Ye Olde Quotes file and share a few:

“I’m wearing Military Assault Armor. My Ballistic is 18, my Impact is 16. I am fucking Doomguy.” “Seriously?” “Yeah, I was kind of playing Doom when I came up with my character concept.” -Me and another player, vis-a-vis my character’s basic concept

“So, what’s Flynn doing?” “Sitting at the coffee place across the street going-”<Double facepalms> -The GM and I, as things regarding the mission go pear-shaped

“He’s gone. There’s a lot of buckshot in him. It’ll be like eating a watermelon.” <entire group laughs helplessly> -Our GM, in response to the ghoul troll (name of Chop-Chop) asking if a deceased PC would be edible.

“You know, you said ‘stolen’ but I heard 'Stalin.’” <everyone cracks up> “That’s canon now. Stalin-class Assault Armor.” “It has a mustache.” “Yeah, the airtubes in the mask just go-” <traces a mustache shape> -Chop-Chop’s player, the GM, and me, regarding my character’s assault armor

“You know, we need to get past that outer perimeter to blow stuff up.” “Yeah.” “Or we could use grenades.” “Yeah. Or a bazooka.” <beat> “Time to go shopping?” “Time to go to shopping.” -Felix the sniper and Flynn the ex-UCAS Marine, regarding infiltration plans

[caveangelascendant]

What’s your campaign about? :0

OKAY so theres a . lot going on and i had no idea what was happening when it started so im like? really responsible for that? also several oneshots that take place in alternate realities or hundreds of years in the past, but.

main characters:

- binary, a 7 foot tall robot necromancer with a giant scythe played by @theleastcarefulofgamedevs​​

- zei, a 15 year old tiefling rogue with emotional issues and ENTIRELY too many schemes played by @themarijuanamason​

- kevin, a kindly tiefling bard who’s a devout worshipper of the god of the sun played by @desertdaylight​

- reaper, doomguy but cooler

- rav, a batshit crazy gnome that’s a recovering alcoholic, played by the same person as arlie, a human fabricator that just joined the party (he hated the gnome so much he made a new character)

- kada, a calm and intelligent wizard bird person that’s cursed to have vines growing all over them (my npc)

- krakta, a depressed troll paladin and innkeeper who likes to garden (also my npc and my personal fave)

the actual plot:

- most of the game has taken place in the magical city of whitehall. current arcs included but not limited to: zei and binary are trying to get along, kevin’s in love with kada, binary’s getting married to krakta, rav is ???, zei and reaper are planning to break into a city and hack the main antagonist, krakta’s great aunt is back from the dead as his guardian angel, arlie is trying to figure out what the fuck is going on

- meanwhile, in godville, heselma has taken in the god of autumn and is training him as an apprentice. the gods of summer, winter, and spring write together in a book that can control fate. mr light mcgrabbyhands is using the autumn prince and the absence of the goddess of darkness to try to steal the book, as he cannot create or destroy on his own, only corrupt

- MEANWHILE in the prairie theres a town (desert daylight) made of whitehall’s doubles that wasn’t supposed to be canon but oops my hand slipped lmao. it’s the hq of an evil corporation involved with the god of light (heselma) that’s been taking over parts of the continent and has been doing so for hundreds of years.

additional things:

- anti-binary is a jackass to anti-kada and anti-krakta. the latter escaped from dd tho so he’s doing better, anti-kada is . not

- krakta’s great aunt lead, fought in, and died in one of the most influential wars on the entirety of the planet. she was also killed by binary’s body

- four of the gods are actually kids that died in the woods in the 80s

- rat box

- we killed jeff bezos while riding a cardboard dragon mech

- the party is bffs with an 8 foot tall pirate captain that has an entire crime made specifically because of them (4th degree murder)

- flirting out of prison because rav stole a spear from a 9 foot tall mechanical seraph

- TOP 10 HILARIOUS JOKES ONLY FUNGEON PLAYERS WILL GET: let’s go home

- dimensional elevator is a series of highly surreal oneshots about the party travelling between dimensions because they opened the wrong door and i wanted to test armor class

- pee buddies

- ah, yes, my favorite non-canon oneshot-exclusive cosmic entities: insane 50s housewife that can control spacetime, omnipotent scene kid with a typing quirk that pits people against each other in a murder arena for fun, and normal human woman in a suit

- whatever the fuck this is

thanks for coming to my ted talk

[raventroll80]

Reunion

Another Troll Doomguy Fic (ficlet? idk)

Apparently I’m incapable of writing an actual proper story for this idea so here have another short story. The Interns name is still going to be Seth btw because names are hard. Also this story takes place a month after the Slayer felled the Icon of Sin and just before TAG (The Ancient Gods). Also the Slayer is also going to be named Slayer for au lore reasons.

Feedback is more than welcome!

It had been a little over a month since the Slayer felled the Icon of Sin. The moment him and Vega had left the Fortress Dr. Hayden had forced Seth to leave the Fortress with him, Seth could still remember the cyborg telling him the Slayer was nothing more than a savage beast and claiming that he’d turn on them once he returned.

Seth still doesn’t understand why Dr. Hayden is so afraid of the Slayer, from his experience the big guy was actually quite the gentle giant. He missed the feeling of being held by him and he could still hear his rumbling purrs. He hoped the the big guy was alright and Vega too.

The bellowing fog horn snapped him back to reality as the barge neared the dock. Seth had been assigned to help finish setting up an outpost on the mainland for the ARC. The boat was full of people both ARC personnel and civilian volunteers. Though about half were security personnel that Dr. Hayden was adamant on coming due to the reports that the Slayer had made his way to central Sweden.

Though it felt a little excessive the extra soldiers made a lot of people feel safer because even though the Invasion was over there were still a significant amount of demons left roaming the earth. But that wasn’t the only thing freaking people out, reports had come in from all around the globe talking about unknown creatures fighting back against the demonic hordes as well as other strange happenings. One of the more concerning reports were that of massive trees erupting from the earth in certain areas.

Seth had seen the pictures, trees as taller than skyscrapers dotting the globe. One had even split Iceland in half. While earth may have survived the Demonic Invasion, clearly they weren’t out of the woods yet.

Soon the barge had docked at the outpost, people were milling about the place. A makeshift wall was being erected around the outside of the ruined town. Seth was being ushered towards what appeared to be an old news/radio station.

The building wasn’t too badly damaged and a surprising amount of the equipment was still in one piece.

After many hours of work to get the station operational when Seth left the station. It was dark out and he was walking towards one of the makeshift dormitories when he spotted some stray cats in an alleyway.

Seth had stopped and beckoned the cats, one of whom surprisingly came. The cat was orange and black with soft fluffy fur. Though the cat was oddly long.

Seth had been petting the cat for a few minutes when it suddenly startled and hissed at him before running off. Seth had turned around to leave when he spotted what had spooked the cats.

On the next block over stood a tall figure. They stood taller than the lampposts one of which they were covering with their hands.

“S-Slayer?” Seth softly asked, stepping towards the figure. Hoping the figure was in fact his friend and not some random creature.

The figure straitened up before letting go of the lamp light and grabbing something from their waist and disappearing into shadow. In the brief moment in which the light had illuminated the stranger, Seth had spotted a large amount of green on the figure.

Seth’s hopes were raised when he saw the green.

It was the Slayer!

Seth had quickly made his way to the dorms with a broad smile on his face.

“Well someone looks happy,” a guard said as Seth approached.

“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” he replied.

“Well what’s got you so happy then?” The guard replied.

“I’m pretty sure I just saw an old friend just now, I didn’t get a good look but I think it’s him.” Seth responded.

“That’s great! I hope you’re right, we need more optimism in the world,” the guard replied before wishing Seth a good night.

The night was rather peaceful, though the bed was rather uncomfortable. Seth didn’t mind, at least he wasn’t listening to yet another four hour lecture from Dr. Hayden on how the Slayer was dangerous and needed to be contained.

Even though Seth disagreed with the Dr. he still felt that the ARC got his point by the second lecture. Honestly he felt like Dr. Hayden was bordering on paranoia on the whole Slayer situation.

The longer he thought about it, it was really strange how scared Dr. Hayden was of Slayer. In fact from what he’s seen Slayer is more or less indifferent towards Dr. Hayden. After that train of thought Seth was more then ready to go to sleep.

In the morning Seth headed to the mess hall to grab a coffee and a breakfast. As he ate Seth overheard some people talking about seeing a large shadowy figure in the dead of the night.

Seth had a small smile on his face as he heard, glad that he hadn’t hallucinated his encounter last night. He finished up his breakfast and made his way back to the radio station.

On his way he saw the same cat from last night. The cat looked fine and happily approached him looking for more pets.

“Sorry buddy, can’t pet you right now. I gotta get that radio station up and running,” he said as the cat began loudly meowing at him.

The cat continued to follow him all the way to the news station. When he got there the cat was still following him. The guard at the door stopped him.

“Hey, uh, you can’t bring that cat in here?” They said confused.

“I don’t think I can control that,” Seth replied.

The cat meowed again.

“Hmm… if we’re quick enough you can get inside and I can close the door and stop the cat from entering,” the guard replied, Seth noticing that it was the same guard from last night.

“That could work, just be careful. We don’t want to hurt the poor thing,” Seth said staring at the cat.

It meowed yet again even louder then before.

“Let’s do this then,” the guard responded before counting down.

“Three… two… one!”

Seth rushed in the door and the guard closed it behind him. The cat stared at the two before walking through the broken glass door.

“Oh…” they both said as the cat walked over to the old reception desk and lied down.

“I’m just gonna go get to work setting up coms,” Seth said sheepishly.

“Yea…” the guard replied, embarrassed that they’d both been outsmarted by a cat.

As Seth entered the hallway he heard the cat give a happy meow as the guard began to pet it.

Today’s work was similar to yesterday but they were able to get the receiver up and running. Hopefully they’d be able to transmit soon, another priority was getting a PA system for settlement announcements.

After another long day of work Seth left the old news building. This time as he left he was greeted again by the guard and the cat. He chatted briefly with the guard talking about what he was working on. Once they were done the two left the building with the cat in tow.

As they were walking to the dorms Seth and the guard heard something fall over. The two turned to look at the source of the noise.

At first they didn’t see anything but then the guard raised their gun and positioned themselves between Seth and the alley. Seth followed the guards gaze and saw the shadowy outline of a large individual.

Seth was worried that the guard would fire on Slayer and he was about to try and drag the guard away, when the Slayer just walked away. The guard slowly lowered his gun before turning to Seth.

“You saw that right?” He asked, his voice shaking.

“Saw what?” Seth said after some quick thinking.

“The massive spectral visage of the Slayer? It was right there!” He shouted.

“Nope, though I will say this town is creepy as hell… haven’t seen anything myself but it just has this creepy vibe to it,” Seth replied, this time with a bit of truth to his words.

They continued their walk to the dorms, this time the guard was more on edge constantly looking around searching for threats. They parted ways once they had entered the old apartments, Seth heading up to his room, and the guard headed to the barracks.

The night was mostly uneventful, though there was the occasional skittering to be heard from the walls. The morning was uneventful as well though the cat was absent from his walk to the news station.

This time Seth was working in the basement trying to find one of the apparent several breakers in the building.

“Why are there several breaker boxes, who needs that many breakers?” He said as he searched the dark and dusty basement, cobwebs hung from the ceiling their owners long dead.

Occasionally Seth would walk into one of those cobwebs and fumble about trying to get the dusty webs, Seth didn’t like spiders and the cobwebs made him feel icky. After one of these little freak out sessions Seth found himself in a room that was apparently used to store holiday decorations.

He was looking around when he found a creepy vampire statue? Or was it a costume? He couldn’t tell. He leaned in and shone the flashlight on the decoration to get a better look. It had a large wide head with a large bat-like nose. It’s eyes were wide set bulging eyes, and had small human-like ears.

“Creepy…”

As he said that the “decoration” moved its eyes then its head to look at him fully. Seth jumped back with a scream. The creature gave a toothy smile before standing up and unfolding its gangly body, long clawed fingers cracking as if they hadn’t moved in years.

Seth sprinted out of the room and down the hallway and the creature slowly followed behind him. Seth slammed into the door and tried to open it, but to his horror it was locked. He began to pound on the door in panic as the creature approached. A painfully wide grin plastered across its face.

Seth’s terror turned to confusion as the creature pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door, gesturing for him to go first. Slowly he crept through the door before turning around to look at the creature again.

“Greetings viewer, how are you this fine day?” It said with a muffled voice.

“Fine…” he replied still confused, “are… you not going to kill me?”

“Now why would I do that?” The creature replied somewhat offended.

“Sorry it’s just…” Seth started before the creature spoke again.

“Oh! My apologies! How could I forget about that whole “demonic” invasion. I forgot how my appearance could be similar to those things,” it said, sounding disgusted having to mention the Invasion.

“I would appreciate it if you kept my existence, confidential. You reaction is more than enough proof that now is not the time for my kind to return.” They continued.

“O-ok…” Seth said still slightly confused, “uh, if you’re going back down there could you turn the power back on, we kinda need it to finish setting up the settlement,”

“I’d be more than happy to help you in your endeavours, good day to you my good sir,” the creature said before closing the door.

As Seth walked back to the main room the lights finally flickered back on. He breathed a sigh of relief, glad that the creature kept their word. Though now he had millions of new questions.

What was that thing? Why was it down there? Who are they? Why did they call me a viewer? These thoughts swirled around his head as he worked. By the time they were done the had managed to establish a connection to the ARC headquarters.

They were congratulated on their hard work, then once again warned about how the Slayer had been sighted heading north.

“He’s already here,” Seth thought to himself as he listened to Dr. Hayden drone on. Some people had actually walked out being done with the doctors speech, Seth was one of them. He went to the dorms, ate supper, and went to bed. This time though, he woke up in the middle of the night.

Unable to go back to sleep, Seth decided to go for a late night walk. He left the apartments and walked down the street. Dim lights lit the streets as the aurora danced across the night sky.

Seth had stopped at a pier to watch the fiery curtains dance about. As he was watching the same cat from the days before jumped up on a pole and joined him. The two sat there for a while just watching the night sky.

Suddenly Seth was lifted up into the air. He yelped when he felt large hands wrap around his waist and hoist him into the air. His captor held him close to their body as they left the pier.

He tried to look at who had taken him, but the person just held him closer. Soon they had stopped at an old shipyard outside of town. His captor had now slowed down to a walk and had entered one of the abandoned buildings.

Seth had finally managed to calm down, and he had noticed that his captor was purring. He was able to wiggle a bit loose. Now that he was able to properly see who his captor was.

“Slayer!” He exclaimed as a big smile covered his face as he saw his beloved friend.

Slayer looked at Seth before setting him down. Now that his hands were free he was able to take his most of his armour off.

Once he was out of his armour he immediately picked Seth back up and held him close. He began to cry softly.

“I missed you too big guy,” Seth said softly and he tried his best to hold and console his large friend.

Eventually Slayer had stopped sobbing and had carried Seth to what appeared to be a large sleeping bag. He lied down still holding Seth in his arms and curled around the small man. It didn’t take long for the two to fall asleep.

When morning came Seth was the first to wake. He could tell Slayer was still asleep by his deep breathing and occasional snore. Seth was right next to his face and he clearly could see how tired Slayer must have been.

His eyes were more sunken than normal and he could see bags under his eyes.

“How long has it been since he slept?” Seth thought to himself.

Slowly he reached out and rested his hand on Slayers cheek and gently rubbed his thumb across one of the many scars that dotted his face. Slowly the Slayer began to rumble, the same kind of rumbling purr from when they had first met.

The Slayer’s face softened and a small smile crept across Seth’s face as he slowly drifted back to sleep.

[twitchesandstitches]

some of the influences of the version of Grimlock i use in my various fan continuities (and the one that appears in stories i do on this blog)

- Baseline is taken from the Grimlock from the Fall of Cybertron game and his general comic incarnations, as written exclusively by Simon Furman. He’s not the unintelligent brute he usually is in the cartoons, but a cunning, intelligent and fierce warrior. Physically he resembles the Grimlock from RID2015, especially in beast mode, and has some of his mannerisms.

- Dinobot from Beast Wars. Mostly in the sense of honor, with a more brutal edge. “I couldn’t allow you to fall. That would lacking in honor. I prefer to win duels honorably: BRUTALLY!”

- Doom Slayer/Doomguy, and the protagonist of the Wolfenstein games. This is pretty much how he solves his fights. With lots of horrific violence, ludicrous guns, and invoking absolute terror even among his allies. Also he would totally get a kick out of going to hell and just murdering the hell out of everything in sight.

- Aldo Raine, from Inglorious Basterds. Mainly in the sense of his sheer brutality, viciousness and his rationale for terrorizing foes; frightening them with cruelty and horror that they will refrain from evil in certain knowledge of the things he will do to them. It’s also fair to say that ‘vicious bastard’ can pretty much sum up ol’ Grims’ approach to things.

Hulk: Specifically, the Green Scar; the intelligent guy we see in Planet Hulk. more than a little bitter, cranky and wary of people in general. He’s also more than a little bit of a troll; dial down the angst a bit from Planet Hulk and emphasize the boisterousness, and you have Grimlock’s personality down.

Godzilla 2014: His beast mode often gives off a similar vibe, as well as his general mannerisms when he’s not in a talkative mood, or doesn’t know the language. He also employs his fire breath in a similar fashion, using it as an ultimate technique rather than one he throws out all the time.

It should be noted that my AUs are somewhat lighter in tone than a lot of my post might imply. This Grimlock may have a sordid past, but he’s more ‘screwing with everyone for giggles’ than ‘embittered outcast, convinced he is a monster’. He might believe such, or have been so at one point, but he is a lighter incarnation. Even so, he is probably the fleet’s most ferocious and cheerfully hyper-violent member and the most important guy around.

[omies-odd-writing-spot]

Lil’ Nugget [Doom AU]

@raventroll80 has this amazing idea and story so far of a Troll!Slayer doom AU and allowed me to write a little thing... and in true Omie fashion the thing I tried to write turned into a large thing.

so have my nugget of a child's pov of meeting the Big Guy and them confusing each other for different reasons. Full story is here and under the cut n.n

Also the hidey-hole is DEFFENTLY just that good.

Story: Heather saw the big armored thing long before it (…him?) ever saw her. She had a really good hiding spot, because her mom had found it and put her inside. She was supposed to stay inside, and Heather was! She just found that she could pull a chair over to the big cabinet in the basement hiding spot and peek out from the big curtains mum had covered the window with. 

Heather could peer and peek very carefully, watching the things outside. Sometimes she could see a pretty spider walk by, or one of the big crocodiles would slowly march by. Sometimes one of the monsters would come close to the building they were hiding in. Sometimes her mom would see her and wave when coming back from her trips outside to look for supplies. 

She really liked it when her mom did that!

Her mom was so brave, and smart! And always found new coloring books and goodies. Before Heather’s mom left this last time, she had said they could leave the basement bunker soon. 

Mom had told Heather all about the boat she found and that still ran. She was so excited to go on the boat, Heather sort of remembered being on boats when her dad was still with her and Mom. It was before the monsters came, Heather missed her dad.

Heather missed her mom too.

Mom had been gone for days now, and Heather was trying really hard to save the soup cans that were her mom’s favorite. The girl had already eaten the pre-made meals her mom had left. Before she could open a tuna can and try to figure out how to make the yummmy tuna can noodle thing her mom would make, she felt the odd vibrations that meant that the Monsters were moving about. 

Heather had climbed on the chair, then onto the big dresser so she could reach the window. Heather had to be really slow as she peeked first, then climbed under the curtains, making sure it covered most of her head until she got used to the light outside. That’s when she saw the big thing.

It was a really Big Thing! 

She could see it… him? Him from all the way down the hill. She could not tell if he was making those odd vibrations like the Monsters did. Though the girl could tell that this new big thing did not like the monsters, or he did?

It almost looked like this strange armored big person was playing with the monsters at the distance. This was puzzling enough that Heather braced on the wall, so she could stay in spot better, though not lifting her head farther. Just watching as the Big One started uphill after one of the ‘smaller’ Monsters.

Were they playing chase?

The Big thing with the green and tan armor launched at the smaller monsters, tackling two and wrapping his arms around them. The monsters vanished into a swath of glowing, almost glittering stuff! 

That was cool! 

It was also really impressive when a bigger monster tackled this new big thing and they rolled onto one of the cars out there. Heather tilted her head and watched with wide eyes as part of the car- not the one her mom hid behind the building. 

Was her mom scared to come back because the monsters were playing with this new thing? Heather would be scared of being out there too, but then again, her mom could hear the monsters coming. 

Heather gasped as teh two rolled onto the yard of the building the bunker was under. Saw them wrestling and rolling over one after the other. Breaking apart and then launching back into the weird wrestling-tag game of theirs. But at one point the girl realized a big seeming difference between the new thing and the Monsters. 

Other than the new thing being the only one in full armor, he had a tail! 

It looked part metal, and Heather wondered if it… he… had lost part of the tail? Needed a new tail? Tails were important to animals she knew, was it just important to this person to keep balance?

Heather ducked down and looked behind her, not for the first time wondering why she could not have a tail like the cats or something pretty like with birds-? 

There was a massive thud and it had Heather yipping a bit and looking back up at the window. Brown eyes widening as she looked up through the window to see her reflection in the silver of this new person’s helmet. Heather reflexively ducked a bit from her nose just over the window still to just her eyes. 

Did the monster throw the big thing?

There was dirt up against the window and Heather gasped as the helmet tilted, and then who was inside seemed to focus on her. She was just able to see the basic outline of features of a face that was more human like then any of the monsters. There was a reflection of green, or so it seemed like under the visor. The girl watched as a just massive hand lifted- he was so much bigger then she had thought until right up close like this. 

He took up the whole window.

For a moment, a big hand lifted and touched the window that Heather was peering out of. Touching the glass between them and Heather reached up to touch the spot and then tapped the glass over one of the big finger pads. Two thick digits seemed as big if not bigger than her hand.

Then that bigger Monster was back, it seemed a lot more mad up close as its teeth sank into this bigger new person's shoulder and Heather yipped in fright. Just as she was dropping down she saw the Monster see her and she whined as she scrambled to climb down while the whole wall of the bunker seemed to vibrate and shiver.

Had Heather made the monster mad by distracting the big person from that weird game they were playing? 

She climbed down to the ground, almost missing the demonic arm reaching through the broken window. Just seeing the claws skimming close to her shoulder before it was jerked back and out. 

Heather grabbed the stuffed Easter bunny her mom gave her before all the monsters came. Running to the other side of the basement bunker and climbing under the big thick table that was in front of the cubby in the wall that her mom made for her. This was where Heather was supposed to hide if any of the monsters outside saw her.

Heather closed her eyes and pushed her face into her old easter bunny. Trying to use it to help control her breathing. She had to be quiet, no squeaking and had to make sure she did not feel herself making any sounds. 

Even when her legs twitched and tingled from being curled up in the hidey-hole. Even if it got cold, she had to be quiet and still, feeling the vibrations from above come and go until it did get cold from the broken window and Heather worried if she could fix it somehow. The bunker was supposed to be safe because the monsters could not smell them in here?

…right?

…could Heather stuff a blanket into the broken window once the monsters moved on if they got distracted?

It took a little longer than normal in this weird spot to recognize a certain vibration. The bunker door opening.

Was her mom back?

Heather stayed in her spot as something was off about the vibrations felt… odd. Not bad but still so odd that it confused her. When she was confused she was supposed to stay still and hide, or play dead.

If she was not so stiff and somewhat cramped Heather might have jumped as she felt the bigger vibrations then finally saw the big, metal foot being carefully placed. The air seemed to vibrate in that odd way it did with the invading monsters but… different. Not prickling a warning about something, like the all of you could be lost if those monsters found you. This was…

Rumble-y. 

It felt like what rock slides seemed like they should sound like. Like the earth was grumbling at you but not mad at you… like the vibration the big crocodile mommas were supposed to make? She could feel it in her chest and behind her ears. It made Heather wonder if this was what sound was like?

It was not dark in the bunker, but not as bright as outside. She could see the green armor of the big new person, and as they…he? He was lowering himself down and rested one of those massive hands on the ground. The basement bunker was so big normally, but now seemed like it was almost as cramped to this Big Thing as the hidey-hole was to her.

It took a moment and Heather realized the tan was not the color of his armor but dirt or clay from outside. It looked like it had been scrapped off mostly before he came into the bunker. There was another hand bracing on the ground that Heather could see from her spot and she tilted her head, surprised again that this bigger-big person seemed even bigger then before at the window.

She could see the main body of him as he seemed to be moving slowly through the bunker. He was moving to the bed away from the two windows, where Heather and her mom slept. The girl watched what she could, taking note of the slow, almost gentle movement from her point of view near the floor.

Movement had the girl’s attention. She blinked before remembering that this bigger-big person had a tail! …monsters outside did not have tails, did that mean this was one of those safe people her mom talked about finding?

…had he already found her mom and got her safe?

Could Heather ask if he could find her mom if the safe people had not?

The tail slid closer to her then swayed away, then slowly back, as if feeling where the table was and the underside of it. Heather was not really sure how or why, but she let go of her easter bunny and reached. Her fingers brushed against the metal tail, and it froze midair. 

There was that low, rumbly feeling again before the bigger-big person slowly lowered and turned. Looking back, and then keeping the tail still before lowering it as if to press against her hand then forearm. Then he lowered even more and Heather saw the helmet tilting to look back and then moving back and forth as if they were not sure she was there.

Was her hiding spot that good?

Heather pulled her hand back from the tail and gave a small wave, still staying quiet as this stranger started to turn around. Her hidey-hole mush be really good after all, he was acting like he was not sure she was there. Even sitting back before the helmet was taken off and set down on the ground. Then this Bigger than big person was backing up and lowering himself onto the ground to look under the table.

There was green before, large, piercing green eyes that scanned under the table before settling on her. Heather tilted her head, watched as this new person did the same, both just as confused as the other at what they saw. This bigger then big person seemed human, or human ish?

Those green eyes seemed to almost glow, watching her as intently back. Studying the girl as much as she was him. There was just something a little… off about him? Not really wrong though but Heather could not place it. His face did not look like the monsters, nor like he was mad at her.

Heather gave another little wave around her easter bunny again. She looked around and back, then she watched as one massive hand- again it seemed a lot bigger than by the window, it slid forward. Under the table and towards her, Heather watched the big gloved hand until it stopped just shy of the hidey-hole. Then inched closer for two digits to touch her arm and curled up knees. 

The hand was… warm, and Heather found herself focusing on those massive digits before reaching over and touching the thick… thick…

Claw?

Bigger than big, he had a tail, claws and glowing eyes?

Was… this not a human after all and one of those… the… what were they called? Heather remembered her mom trying to come up with a sign. Mountain man? Man of mountain? Mountain guard?

He definitely seemed as big as a mountain.

Those big claws were not hurting her, the big hand that was still edging closer was not snatching or grabbing but slid around her. Heather squeaked finally, saw the other finally blink before she was pulled out of the hidey-hole and then out from the table. This massive mountain of… big was moving, not dropping the girl as he sat back and upright. Both hands coming up and wrapping around Heather under her arms, holding her up between them and blinking slowly.

Wide brown eyes blinked back, the girl never looking away at first. Though looked really confused as this mountain person slowly brought her closer to and sniffed. He sniffed her? Her head and shoulder were definitely sniffed.

Heather tilted her head, and offered her easter bunny to the strange person for inspection next. It was the only thing she could think of doing. He could not have her easter bunny, but if he wanted he could sniff that too.

Those almost glowing green eyes did not seem as harsh as they did at first. The bigger than big man sniffed at the stuffed toy before shifting his hold. Heather was lowered into his lap and she looked around puzzled until one hand let go to awkwardly pat her hair and back. Heather shifted and still holding her easter bunny grabbed the other hand before it could leave. Just holding onto the top finger and then hid her face against his hand. She missed her mom, and all the hugs her mom would give Heather. 

This was not the same, but it was enough that the girl was willing to climb higher into the big lap and try to pat this nice mountain back on his closer wrist and thumb.

[nuclearnerves]

this guy is obviously a troll but like would you like me to draw you kissing doomguy i can if you want its very easy i do it all the time. it might make you feel better

@nuclearnerves’s freeguy art is always PHENOMENAL so i was inspired to make some of my own <33 

[blackladisdestrcz]

Podívejte se na video „Doomguy Trolls His Wife With Nerf Guns“ na YouTube

[thecooldalmatian]

Doomguy Trolls His Wife With Nerf Guns

[raventroll80]

....your Troll! Slayer in the dark ages armor. or just the big fur cloak

:D

-Omie

Ehehhehehehehehehehehehheeehehe

I’m nowhere near confident enough to attempt drawing the armour yet, but I do love the idea of my big guy just scooping up Arve in his cape for some cuddles.