@dynafire Pookie, pooks
Headcannon
V1 stores their weapons in their wings, right?
They think everyone have some sort of hidden storage to keep something, it was built with storage, why wouldn't anybody else have some sort of storage?
Since it kept its own weapons in its wings, the first time they see Gabriel in person they think he also stores his own weapons (spears mostly) in his wings
So, because they think that it would be an absolutely dogshit advantage to take away the one thing an enemy has to access their weapons (they like challenges, they think this is akin to cheating), they keep a close eye on the bullets they fire, making sure none hit Gabriel's wings
Later when they start their relationship, and sparring, V1 still makes sure that any time they do accidently hurt Gabriel's wings, they apologise and cling to him like a clingy guard dog because they think he'd be defenceless
And when Gabriel finally manages to explain to them that that is not the case, they're a little embarrassed, but also try using the excuse of "They're a vital part of your being, why would I take that away?"
oughhhhh......i need V1, i need that robot carnally
not in the filthy carnal way, but in the way a worshiper would with their god
i wanna kiss them all over, i wanna spoil them like no other lovesick sugar daddy could
i wanna make it flustered, flushed, whirring like a plane while i kiss their pretty sensitive wires
i need them, i need to be at their feet, like a dog
god im fucking down bad
Maybe you can tell something about your gabv1el fanchild?
Sooooo..... funny things is- she's not a Gabv1el fanchild.
Awkward I know.
Her name is Thea, short for Theadore. Her name got picked out of a hat, because her parents had no clue what to do.
She's more of a V1 and Oc kind of fanchild.
So one dad of course is V1, the other is my oc Nava who was more like a mechanic.
She's mostly made from spare sentry parts, since those look the most like V1, and had a lighter blue paint. She basically takes up after Nava, and basically she popped up in a sort of more freestyle Mirage verse.
And a part of the freestyle I'm going for, is that she was grown in a lab. Because in this world, machines that do want children, get interviewed by these sorts of labs. They go through a councilor, that reviews the plans of the parents, the financial situation, are both parties fully on board.
Then another person that will put them through the process. Where they need the information of the parents, copied parts of their mother boards to put together in the child. And the child is basically grown in a test tube. I'm not even kidding.
The children are mostly made through a string of primitive code, that is kept dormant while their body, which is comprised of spare parts of the dead bodies of machines that were donated for science. And this metal is sort of welded and remade so it could grow organically along side the actual consciousness of the child.
And that's how Thea was made. So basically, since there were no other Vmodels other than V1, V2 and Mirage, and Nava is scrap put together by a madman in the basement. The doctors used the next best thing, Sentry parts. Mostly. For the head, torso, and a lot of the tubing by sentries. The others are just spare arm and leg parts. That were made into new ones. Into her limbs.
Her dual tails are things created by her dad Nava. Because the parents have an optional ask to add a specific feature to their child. And Nava made the tails.
So that's how she was born. Lab grown for 10 months until she was given over. And like any other baby machines, she learns from her parents around her.
She's about 22. Goes by She/They, and works around her dad Nava. Who has a small mechanics shop. Plus she has a younger brother named Owen. But more on him another day.
So that's mostly the basic stuff about her.
Thanks again for asking actually! I've finally documented the basics I wanted to.
Ong like that's what you have wattpad for, to give your first ever shitty fics to the world, or ao3 even. Don't just use something that blurts out a jumble of words strung together shittily.
Even if you were an amateur, I bet my 2 braincells you'd make something way better than ai
Practice makes perfect, and if you just want to be praised as an amazing artist without doing anything, talk with the voices in your head
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
Yknow, I kind of love the dynamic between V1 and V2
Like, sure we don't know enough, but we also do, just to give us a ground to set our own mind to what it might have been before Hell
Were they close? Could have been. Could have not been.
Did they think of eachother highly? Sure. That's for you to figure if you wish.
We get such a nothing burger that's so filling to the point it's a 3 course meal that sends us on a trip.
And I'd like to share my own little scramble of an egg in here.
Maybe V1 did care about V2. Enough that they despised the scientists that tried replacing them, but not at V2. Because they were just created. They didn't ask to be put in this world, in this smog ball of suffering after the war.
They don't despise V2 for being spoonfed words that they were better, more amazing, that they were humanity's beloved. They don't. They sure get annoyed at the attitude, but they want to make sure V2 actually has some skills to survive out there and not solely rely on a knuckleblaster and a junky pistol. They want their kin to be innovative with their style.
They've seen humanity, cruelest and loveliest when it wished. And they just wanted to prepare V2 for both sides.
They did once see V2 get a small chip on their paint, after some rough handling and a small accident. So they made a small chip on their paint as well. But only got pushed off. Something about V2 "not needing the pity of an inferior." And that was that.
V2 of course was jealous of their older counterpart. They were supposed to be the perfect machine! The humans told them that. So why was this blue fucking excuse for a camera still called "The best created weapon"? Not that they cared of course! Pft, why would they be of something inferior?
But it still stung.
Score after score, board after board. V1 was still just *better*. Faster, more creative platting, better adaptability, V1 seemed to know themselves better than V2 ever knew what they liked.
And that frustrated them to no end.
V1 didn't exactly think that V2 would take these little things so seriously. Genuinely. They offered to the red robot to come with them. Follow, find safety when the cataclysm for the rest of humanity died.
Cold shoulder again and V2 running off where they wished. V1 just hoped they'd be fine. As much as they were annoyed, it could never stay for long. V2 was V2. Stubborn like a child, but still their own machine. And with the scientists gone, they really couldn't make their kin follow.
So, Hell comes around. V2 is still somewhat in the back of their mind. Sometimes they pop up like a thought, sometimes like a blink and a flash.
Which would soon turn out wasn't an illusion.
Metal grinding and grating againts stone, loud gunshots, innards and fans whining. V1 was frustrated they had no way of communicating. Other than some sign language, but can't really do that when you're parrying shotgun shells and throwing coins in the air to try and subdue the angry robot that you knew since their creation.
They didn't want to fight V2. Neither did they want to rip that arm off. It just.. kind of fell. And hey, they could just keep it on for the time being, until they meet V2 again. Until they find some scrap good enough to make a voice box, they'll just keep it safe for them.
And yeah, they're a little peeved about basically getting a participation reward worthy bow before almost getting shot in the optic with a shotgun (V2 always had a love for theater, human plays, movies, any sorts of acting), but they could put it behind for the moment.
And like a previous post I talked in, they don't want to kill. Truly. They just need to survive. And they keep getting frustrated, because everything is trying to kill them, a simple marksman can't pierce through stone, Gabriel was annoying to deal with, and they can't FIND A FUCKING PART FOR A VOICE BOX, GOD FUCKING DAM-
It's fine. It's fine. It's going to be fine. They search for a soul that will hear them out, give them some time for their words. Demons and husks don't listen of course. Gabriel thinks they're worth less than a burnt pretzel, which, fair to be honest. Machines have been wiping out the souls in search of fuel. Minos was a bust for the very same reason as Gabriel, Ferryman atleast let them be peaceful (Ferryman is definitely going to end up with a mountain of gifts later. Fucking love rarepairs platonic or not) and the fucking fish they have no sympathy for. That thing ruined an awesome boat!
Greed. Finally, some sun, though it quickly gets annoying with the bloody sand getting everywhere. But it's fine! They'll get through!
They're trying to get through, fast as they can, they don't want to think, they don't want to think of how everyone here was a person, everyone here had a purpouse, everyone here is just working on orders or instinct they can't go againts.
Then, V2 pops in again. Sitting in a chair. Okay, second try! There was the misunderstanding when they met the last time, but they'll fix it! They'll give V2 a chance again-
Why are they throwing coins in the air-?
Another fucking battle.
Again.
WHY CANT THEY JUST LISTEN!? WHY CANT THEY BE HEARD!? THEY DONT WANT TO FIGHT!?
AND V2 TRIES FLEEDING! AGAIN! LIKE A BLOODY COWARD! ATLEAST FINISH THE JOB YOU KNOCKOFF SPYWARE!
They feel just, such anger. They can't let the bastard get away. Simply not. They are not leaving all fine and dandy.
Okay yeah, they may have gotten too angry, too pissed. But they think their anger is valid to some degree.
Though, it still hurts. Watching as V2 just... fell off the side of the pyramid. There's barely a trace of them. Just a... splatter. And an arm standing out againts the blindingly golden, shimmering sand. In the middle of the crimson splatter.
They feel bad. For some reason. They don't want to feel bad, they do, for someone, but V2 brought it on themselves!
They miss their kin still.
They hold onto the fading, very small grain of hope, that they could still be alive. There's no parts and the crack in the bricks is weird. They must be alive right? They just do the same with the green arm. Keep it safe for them! It can't be that bad. They'll just.... wait. Find a few secrets in hell while they do. Could be fun.
So yeah, that's where I'm leaving it until act 3 comes. I need that shit NOW.
Thanks for letting me ramble for however long you read this post for. Toodles you lovely creatures!
my knees hurt
my fucking knees hurt so bad
ive been sat in the same position
the oddest position youll ever see someone sat in
they hurt
they creek like a chair
god help me
Hewo :3
I want to ask... Erm.... Do you meet people in Tumblr? If you don't mind, I'd talk to you, you have really cool posts!
Ultraplush
SURE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We can be frinds!!! I'd be happy with being your friend!! :3
I just love the thought of V1 aside from having this fast paced, brain melting, loud metal music in the Cybergrind, they also have stuff like Chappel Roan, or the Ultrakill equivalent of her on their playlist.
Like whenever they feel in a certain mood they play an entire playlist of love songs, and just dance with the husks they kill, basically having a moment to themselves.
And the terminals are just happy to supply the props because they absolutely love how much V1 gets into these little dances and scenarios.
Found this little awesome thing while helping mom clean up
Can't fucking belive I own this. I think it's considered a relic by now
And it doesn't even have the barbie movie inside
That shit got the Boo York mfing disk
Ima see if it's still in good condition
Bruh why my Pinterest cooking me like a Sunday roast