Deltarune Tomorrow (in Two Months)

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“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

what if. when gabriel and v1 fight. it’s basically when male birds go 🕺ooh you want me so bad🕺

going to be thinking about those gay little robots while i work. i hope they explode. going to microwave them when i get home.

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

blehh. i know i need to write to finally return from my hiatus but i can’t just post unfinished slop on ao3. luckily, this place exists!!

Beware of the story that lay ahead!

warnings: pretty bloody and gore-y(?), perhaps a little gay. non-graphic depictions of violence!

summary: gabriel and v1 at the end of a fight, the robot does just a little thinking.

Staring up at Gabriel with a large yellow optic was the damned machine, cast down from Earth into the bowels of Hell. Blood and dents and cuts rended open with clawed gauntlets littered their chassis, whatever odd mixture of oil and biological matter they had in there leaking out pathetically onto the floor below.

Justice and Splendor framed their head, the regal blades stained with essence both angelic and inanimate. Angels were supposed to bleed ichor, and yet here he was, a distinct red drip-dripping down from the chin of his helmet.

V1 would laugh were the blood enough to heal. But it landed against their plating uselessly, drying and clotting easily in Hell’s heat. They both panted, or at least would if either of them had the lungs for it. Gabriel’s side had long since been blasted open with a clever hit of buckshot, and V1 was severed into pieces like a cheap toy.

Each fight had been like a dance. The first was wide evasion, dashing and running and pushing and pulling. Each hit and miss was the rock of a boat, swaying their world back and forth with displays of rage and power. The second — this one — had been close and personal. Grappling hands and clinging nails, feet stubbornly dug into the floor and weapons all but forgotten in the proximity.

And they were beautiful. Together, in their blood and weapons, stuttering fans and coughs, fists and bullets and blades. Separate in V1’s precise design and Gabriel’s empty aura that dared brush up against their being, bringing them back together once again. It was all V1 could think as Gabriel joined them with the plunge of Splendor through their chest: they were beautiful.

whoever wrote flight of the bumblebee was so right. that sounds like a bumblebee alright. spot on.