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fic where gabriel keeps a diary and it’s all of his entries
“dear diary, this robot might be worth more alive than dead.”
“dear diary, today the machine brought me a corpse. i don’t know how to feel about that.”
“dear diary, today i learned robots can dream.”
need to bend gabriel over and CLANG CLANG CLANG until he’s all tuckered out and i can put him somewhere comfy to sleep
bro no i swear im not a masochist i just fucked up my parry timing. i just fucked up my parry timing is all. hit me again im ready this time
cliterally
they’re so bad for each other. i need to make them smash.
what if. when gabriel and v1 fight. it’s basically when male birds go 🕺ooh you want me so bad🕺
deltarune tomorrow. haha. ha ha. tomorrow. deltarune tomorrow. deltarune tomorrow deltarune tomorrow deltarune tomorrow deltarune tomorr
we should make more robots kiss i think
guys do you like my pin board
i am either going to write something devious or devious
hey man this is a fight to the death. why are you bricked up rn
lets jerk off.. together.. take my hand. wait no i need my handfor this sorry
i love them so much i need to make them fight to the death and scavenge for nutrients in the puddles of gore
going to be thinking about those gay little robots while i work. i hope they explode. going to microwave them when i get home.
what do you mean i can’t make two fictional men kiss. what do you mean i have to “go to work” and “clock in for my shift”
i think gabriel does the pigeon wing slap thing. that’s a thing now. gabriel does that.
also, someone reblogged with ideas of comparing and contrasting v1 and gabe’s wings. i think v1’s wings are more buglike than bird (they probably make a buzzing sound while dashing in the air), but the idea of a peacock is cool!! will def think on it a little, i need to collect all my ideas into something that can be translated into writing.
special mentions to the people talking about putting gabe on a bird perch or giving him one of those bath fountains. he’d definitely perch — man needs to oversee enemies in hell — but i’m not sure about the birdbath. he’d probably just glare at you…
do you guys think. maybe just a little. that gabriel does the tiniest bit of bird stuff? just a little?
maybe old riches catch his eye a little more than they should. maybe his wings puff up right before a battle, or when he’s mad, or when he’s scared. maybe, despite all their angelic glory, they need help being preened (maybe his wings look a little ratty? new fic idea!). does he avoid rain? try to clean off gore in puddles?
it’s probably just me wanting to take this big scary thing[tm] and slather it in hcs. but it’s also just a thought. for now… heheheh…
i dont really like ultrakill that much but can someone tell me at what point in the game does v1 and gabriel have sloppy on-screen make out sessions so i can play up to that point and not play the rest please and thank you
do you guys think. maybe just a little. that gabriel does the tiniest bit of bird stuff? just a little?
maybe old riches catch his eye a little more than they should. maybe his wings puff up right before a battle, or when he’s mad, or when he’s scared. maybe, despite all their angelic glory, they need help being preened (maybe his wings look a little ratty? new fic idea!). does he avoid rain? try to clean off gore in puddles?
it’s probably just me wanting to take this big scary thing[tm] and slather it in hcs. but it’s also just a thought. for now… heheheh…
was sitting at my desk, blatantly avoiding homework, when i thought: “what if gabriel and v1 fought with fists instead of guns”
so here you go. not that good imo but i need to get back into writing
Beware the story you are about to read!
Warnings: blood, gore, standard ultrakill stuff.
and barely veiled gayness
Summary: gabriel and v1 fight with fists. v1 uses gabriel as a personal juice packet. gabriel is too unconscious to fight back.
An arm around his throat, his heels scraped against the floor as V1 dragged Gabriel away from the center of the room. Unlike the machine, he had a windpipe that should go unobstructed; his gauntlets clawed uselessly against the metallic arm. Coughs and choked sounds escaped the angel, letting air out but not allowing it back in.
V1’s grip left his neck. He was able to suck in a quick breath. His head was slammed against the wall.
With a loud shout that was more akin to a groan, Gabriel wheels around towards the machine once more, fists clenching before throwing a blow towards the smug bastard’s optic. They dodged to the side, but their movement was too swift; V1 clattered to the floor and Gabriel was on them before they could get up.
Knees pinning V1’s legs and a hand restraining the machine’s by the wrists, his one free arm begins to beat them into a bloody pulp. A dent on the side of their head, a scrape down their chassis — every blow inflicted a new mark.
He punched until his knuckles hurt. V1 struggled. He punched until his arm hurt. V1 writhed. He punched until his lungs screamed for air and his own armor was ragged.
They both breathed, just for a moment. Motes of dust floated through the air. Gabriel’s ruffled feathers shifted somewhat in what little breeze there was.
Gabriel didn’t know his grip had loosened until a fist connected with his jaw, sending both right back into a tussle. Movements were sluggish and uncoordinated on both sides. Mechanics malfunctioned and flesh tired and bruised. Their fighting became wrestling, and that became more so grappling, until both of them were on their knees and still trying to win.
Head falling against Gabriel’s chest, V1 claws at his side. They can feel Gabriel’s nails digging into their shoulders, but that pain is nothing compared to them diving their fingers into a barely-healed gash.
A cry of pain escapes him, no longer muffled by hisses of gospel or mutterings of verses. V1’s fingers force the flesh apart, palm pressing against the widened wound, sucking in the blood Gabriel had to offer. The angel slumped against the machine, trying to push away, but both were too worn out to move or be moved.
Ragged breaths and whirring fans filled the room. It wouldn’t be wrong to say they were still fighting; V1 kept moving from one slash to the next, prying them open and pressing whatever body part was closest into the gore. But there wasn’t exactly resistance on either part. The host had finally succumbed to the parasite, wings drooping until they eventually landed in the puddles of mess on the floor, feathers dirtying surprisingly easy.
Gabriel fell still, save for the faint rise and fall of his chest. V1 let him as they both sank to the floor, tying themself up in his limbs, drinking in the blood.
i beg to sniffer
can’t believe i have to study “music theory” and “basics”. what do you mean i can’t just 🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵
fighting homoerotically isn’t enough. i need them to embrace at the end of battle, metal fingers digging into flesh wounds, bodies slotted together to make sure the blood doesn’t go to waste.
that or drawing them over some crazy youtube thumbnails.
me rising from my 4yr ao3 hiatus because i need to make those two men kiss
she res on my urrection till i come. (back. (from the dead))
who are these “castiel” and “dean” people. why are they everywhere. do they know they exist?
“you can’t just post something serious and then repost this utter nonsense!” yes i can. do you walk to the ocean and demand the sand form concrete beneath your feet? do you wade in the water and scream for the tide to still? does the moon’s ever-repeating stages anger you? the varying birdsong in the woods a call to violence?
anyways more drabble posts soon
"deltarune tomorrow" i mutter repeatedly to myself in the dark corner of the room. my voice high-pitched and my words stuttery and incoherent. the same message has been scrawled all over the walls in red crayon, each letter now becoming more illegible with each passing day. my eyes, wide and bloodshot. my hair, messy and frazzled, as they drag me away to the psyche ward
