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This art can't compare to the past, but it's still beautiful (probably)
Gabriel and V1 have a romantic picnic🐐🐐
@getgianni.com
#getgianni #ULTRAKILL #Gabriel #V1 #GabV1el #Art #DigitalArt
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“Greedy thing.” He huffs with vague disgust, and grins wildly as a subtle shiver rattles their plating. Gabriel grabs a handful of their cotton skirt, rucking it up their thighs and hips. “So desperate to take my cock--” Whatever else he had on the tip of his tongue shrivels and dies into a reedy sound, just as surprised as it is hungry. For stretched across their pelvic plating is saffron-hued silk and fine mesh. Simple blue flowers are stitched into the transparent material, allowing just a peak at their already exposed folds. “... don't tell me you made this, too.” Gabriel blurts for a lack of any other words he could possibly conjure, for his mouth has become quite dry all of a sudden. V1’s shoulders shake in silent laughter, assuaging his shock with a negative motion of their Knuckleblaster. “WAS SAVING IT FOR A SPECIAL OCCASION.” V1 admits, staring up at him in sensual fervor through their half-lidded eye. “TODAY WAS A GOOD TIME AS ANY.” “I certainly agree,” The archangel's free hand shifts to grip their thin hip, marveling for what must be the thousandth time at how his palm engulfs their plating. “Speaking of ‘special occasions’... “ He’s been practicing; all it takes is picturing it, now. Brilliant blue light, an extension of his will alone, shimmers into existence beneath his dress, pushing the hem up. The thick, curving head of his dick grinds against the joint between their cunt and their thigh as it’s spun into being. A manic giggle escapes him as their optic widens with shock.
“Something the matter, my love?” Gabriel purrs, rolling his hips forward with a hitch of breath. It wasn't especially receptive to tactile touch, but he could still, somehow, detect the warmth of their metal and the soft material covering their silicone lips. “I thought you were always up for trying something new.” “BIG.” They spell a little dumbly, gaze fixated on his heavy tip resting atop one of their exposed veins. And then, in an almost dazed sort of manner, “NEED THAT IN ME NOW.” “Do you now, Machine?” His other hand wanders down to the crotch of their panties, swiftly shoving it to the side with his thumb. Their clit twitches against the cool touch of the lunar atmosphere, swollen folds glistening with slick. “That is certainly no way to ask.”
Okay I lied here's yet another teaser because I am on fucking FIRE tonight. 🔞🔞🔞 #GabV1el
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more inspecting
#gabv1el #ultrakill
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Part 4 - The forbidden kiss #ultrakill #gabv1el #fanart #v1 #gabriel #moot #comicbookart #inkdrawing #artistsonbluesky
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Part 3 - V1 robotically purring was on my to do list for some time #ultrakill #v1 #gabriel #gabv1el #fanart #traditionalart #game_fanart
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Part 2 - Gabriel isn't used to hugs from the machine... #ultrakill #gabriel #v1 #v1fanart #inkdrawing #comics #comicart #traditionaldrawing #shipart #gabv1el
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V1: 01001001 00100111 01100100 00100000 01100010 01100101 01101110 01100100 00100000 01101000 01101001 01101101 00100000 01101111 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100001 01101110 01100100 00100000 01100110 01110101 01100011 01101011 00100000 01101000 01101001 01101101 00100000 01101001 01100110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110101 01101100 01100100 00100000 (assumed that Gabriel can't understand binary code) Gabriel, flustered: machine... (CAN understand binary code)
Whatever man, it's February 14th somewhere
#GabV1el #Ultrakill
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gabriel's [chest] hole
#gabv1el #ultrakill
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By the time they've finished preening his feathers, Gabriel has cleansed them of viscera and fine golden dust. He then draws them deeper into the lake, until they're climbing up onto his torso as his legs swoop upwards from the surface below. V1 scrabbles higher up his chest, and they watch his wings splay in either direction. Balance found, they pump downward, just enough to bring them floating away from the shores. A cloudless sky warms their back, the waters below cools their side. Somewhere in the middle, where their steel presses against Gabriel’s scarred flesh, they feel just right. Lulled into a standby state, they slip into the annals of their short-term memory, letting the everything they had experienced in the past eight hours or so upload into their solid state drives. Compared to the first twenty years of their time at Gabriel's side, it has become a more frequently-needed action. Simply due to the fact that a single, but ultimately harmless, downside had come with their life-saving memory upgrade: Converting digital information into genetic format takes two-point-four seconds longer than it would copying it onto electronic-based banks. For small amounts of data, the time difference is virtually unnoticeable, but for larger chunks, such as a day's worth of video and photos, newly updated battle data, and whatever musical compositions they've hammered out or edited, the extra seconds can add up very quickly. The change in processing time was, at first, a drastic adjustment, one they had to cultivate much more patience for than they think they would have during their period of hard-ingrained survival. It culminated to a day's worth of sleep mode the first time Gabriel
brought them to the Primum Mobile, both worrying their lover and frustrating themselves at this time-consuming process. They were being forced to, as Gabriel so eloquently put it at some point or another this past century, "stop and smell the roses". Precious memories took longer to cement into their very foundations, books took longer to read, compositions several days more to bring to life. Data management to allow for optimal copying speed has been maximized; they can go no further than what their current settings allow for. But much like the prospect of this lifetime one day coming to an inevitable, bloody end, this does not bother V1 now as much as it had upon the initial realization. They had time to do all of this and then some. Time to experience this good, green Earth like they could have never imagined it. (And.. well, what was the harm in taking things just a few minutes, hours, days slower than before. It's hard to believe, one hundred years after the fact, they've yet to grow weary of these halcyon days of seemingly endless bliss.) It's only seven minutes to back-up the night's events, and another fifteen seconds to flush their short-term cache clean. They emerge from their inner workings to find that Gabriel has drifted towards the southern corner of the lake, primary feathers brushing along the aquatic plants that clustered upon it's sunny surface. One hand rests behind his helm in a picturesque pose of carefree contentment, and the other traces every ridge of their silicone spine with reverant touches. Lotus blossoms of every hue imaginable rise above the flat leaves, swaying merrily in the warm spring breeze.
From the shadowy underbelly of a forest of pondweed stems emerges the shape of a fish. They think it may be a bass, perhaps one they've caught and released before. V1 tracks its languid movements as it draws closer to the border between air and lake. Right above the stretch of rippling, sunlit water, a dragonfly ducks close to its surface, hovering with beating wings that are merely a faint scratch to their straining audials. The surface tension breaks with a brief, audible splash as the fish darts for its would-be prey, only to miss as it darts into the air and well out of reach. Having survived an encounter with a predator, the dragonfly vanishes from sight and sound somewhere amidst the sinking high rises now swathed in vibrant green. Its would-be devourer, meanwhile, lingers near the boundary between its home and the vast unknown, unbothered by the presence of archangel and machine in its never-ending quest for fuel. V1 turns their attention away from the ongoings of nature, and to their partner 's wings as they twitch into a different angle, lazily pushing them both farther out onto the lake. His soaked primaries brush along the lily pads just off the lakeside shore, dappled with delicate pink blossoms. Impulsively, they disengage their Knuckleblaster from where it's wrapped tight around his waist, and pluck one such flower from its sunken stem. It's a perfect specimen, not a petal out of place; virtually indistinguishable from the ones spotted in Heaven’s courtyard ponds. Or in a painting done by an ascended soul. They pull up their recent files, and find the high-quality snapshot taken during their brief venture into the open air gallery. Among the many portraits that had caught their interest, this one
sticks out in their memory the most. It had not just been the careful brushstrokes and deliberate color-pallette, nor a clear look at their lover's distant kin outside of what brief glimpses they've been allowed. Gabriel's long-winded explanation of preset symbolism, and how it tied in to the subject at hand, is what sticks out to them in particular. '"And while flowers can take on many different meanings for mortals, a lotus in many of their cultures symbolizes eternity, and the marital bliss they had been promised Sphere of Lovers."' Eternity: noun, indefinite unending time. Synonyms: perpetuity, the life to come, everlasting life. Isn't that what they had? Yes, one day they would die, but so would those Angels in the portrait. All this time at one another's side, how happy it made them, coinciding with the definition of the second word of interest in his explanation… …hmmm. The image is dismissed, V1 sets the blossom down upon the lake’s surface, and watches it float away, carried in the wake of each little wave left by their carefree drifting. They mull over their question for a minute longer than they normally would, weighing different ways to approach the topic, before ultimately settling on their usual blase approach. V1 taps a single claw on his sturdy chest. There’s a soft hum in response to their touch as Gabriel’s hand pulls away from where it had been stroking their spine, coming up to cup their optic helm. “Yes?” He asks, a drowsy lilt to his tone. V1 spells out their query in quick, practiced movements. “DO YOU WANNA GET MARRIED?”
One scene left to draft holy shit. I'm calling it a night for now but ough. The end is finally within my grasp.
This is gonna be the last snippet I share of the epilogue before it's done. Hope this'll tide y'all over until it's ready to go live! Thanks for all the support! ☺️ #GabV1el #ULTRAKILL
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Oh shit I can finally post this! I comm'd @tartagliare.bsky.social to finish this 🔞 comic of the #GabV1el smut scene from Chapter 2 of The End of All Known Land :D archiveofourown.org/works/467877...
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11K+ OF #GABV1EL STRAP-ON SMUT INSPIRED BY MY LONGFIC HELLO?????????
nanoloop.neocities.org/os/in-absence
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figured i should post this here! i wrote a #gabv1el / #v1gabe strap fic :)
[ NEKOWEB || NEOCITIES || AO3 ]
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Gabriel and V1, dressed in skating costumes and performing a death spiral maneuver. Gabriel is upright, and V1 is almost upside down with its head close to the ground.
#ultrakill also here's a #gabv1el thing because I was watching pair skating routines from the winter olympics. Gabriel is five seconds away from so long gay bowsering V1
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Gabriel: "Machine... Let's kiss" V1: 👍🎉 Gabriel and V1 do the Magnet song pose. Their faces connect with a clank. Gabriel: "Ow."
#GabV1el because they're silly and totally not doomed
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On some long-tempered instinct, their paths part ways no sooner do they reach the exact middle of the arena. V1 counts sixteen paces to match ten of Gabriel's longer strides, and as one, turn to face each other. "STANDARD RULESET?" They inquire. "One small change." Gabriel plants the blunt end of the halberd into the dust, leaning against it with a strangely indifferent air. "The loser of this match has to bottom next time." Even as his words kindle electric-hot anticipation in their wires, V1 leers at him with unguarded skeptism. He's definitely got some kind of ulterior motive; they're not sure what it is, but he's acting far too casual for such a high-stakes wager. Regardless of their suspicions, they readily tuck their Whiplash and Knuckleblaster behind their back, and his bright blue wings remain entirely out of sight. The warmachine mimics his display of skill, twirling one handle of their blades right after the other, before falling into a battle-ready stance. Gabriel follows suit, shifting his weight from one leg to the other as he shifts the halberd to a two-handed grip. Modified calculations load out for both his weaponry and the lack of their own, wings flaring outward in challenge, and then Gabriel darts forward in a blur of blue and yellow.
Naturally, their first order of business is to dart to the left, and swing both blades in an overhead strike down upon the metal shaft of his weapon. The thin armament does not snap beneath the strength of their blow, but it is enough to throw Gabriel's next move off entirely by the sheer strength behind their attack. Two quick slices at the thin gaps between his rerebrace and vambrace are all they can allow themselves before they jump backwards to avoid the worst of his counter. The razor tip of the spear still scrapes along their chestpiece, draining their fuel from ninety-nine percent to ninety-two percent. Gabriel feints left, but they duck into his false jab with another vicious swipe of their own, interrupting what would have been a follow-up to the right by forcing him into a dodge. Even as he ducks and weaves out of the way of each one of their strikes, V1 does not let up the pressure. Fine dust kicks up in the wake of their dancing duel, coloring the never-ending mild breeze with specks of glittering gold. Sparks fly from the clashing of star-forged steel as their blades come down upon the pole once again. But instead of throwing Gabriel's rhythm off, he meets them head-on with his unyielding block, throwing all his might against theirs. Despite their superior strength, V1 starts to slide backwards, struggling to free their blades from the unexpected stalemate without compromising their defense. Simulations open and optics scan their opponent's stand and body in the time it takes for his bleeding heart to beat once, searching for an opening— … what the fuck—
Gabriel seizes opportunity that very moment, surging forward and breaking their locked stance with a snarl. They don't regain their senses in time to dodge the worst of the blow, and the blade of his halberd cuts a sizable gash in their thigh. Fuel drains to seventy-six percent, and they rapidly hop backwards to gain much needed distance for both recovery and observation. Gabriel does not chase them, instead opting to straighten, swinging the end of his halberd into his immediate view to idly examine the blood he's drawn from them into immediate view. A single droplet falls from the tip, right past the solid tent in his skirt, and down into the hard-packed dirt below both their feet. That… that had not been there when their spar started. "Something the matter, Machine?" Gabriel giggles, twirling his weapon between deft fingers before pointing it directly at them. "Not like you to have such absent-minded moments during our battles. Perhaps you're finally slowing down.~" His taunt snaps them out of their stupor, and their optics narrow at him with a harsh puff of their fans. They switch-up tactics in the time it takes for them to dash back across the battlefield, swords at the ready.
Happy Fraud Today! Have a teaser while I still have cell signal :D
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#GabV1el #ULTRAKILL
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Happy Carnival for all that celebrate!
Should I feel shame drawing this? Maybe. Do I regret it? Not yet😅
Anyways!
I think once I draw a few more pieces I can think about opening up commissions! woohoo!!🥳🥳
#Ultrakill #carnival #dancing #gay? #Gabriel #V1 #GabV1el #shame
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I swear I don't know what to say
freaky machine 🏃🏃
@getgianni.com
#getgianni #ULTRAKILL #GabV1el #sketch #DigitalArt
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