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Ok but do you think they've been to Libido bath
The Archangel and His Machine, V1
yes its based on 'Ivan the Terrible and His Son'
some in-progress screenshots/behind-the-scenes under the cut~
Sketching, lineart (which was abandoned eventually, as you can see lmfao) and basic color/lighting blocking:
I created mockup poses using DAZ3D, as well as using Dotflare's 'HD Gabriel' model and Xetirano's 'V1 model' as visual references for drawing some of the details correctly.
I modelled the background by hand in Blender and aligned it with my previously-created DAZ3D poses to get the perspective correct and kinda just...slapped some colors and perspective blur on it and called it a day.
This is about 12 days' worth of work, ish. I can't remember if I worked on it every day or not.
Gabv1el sketch dump cause I draw them a lot to relax
Sketching them with only a liner is fun, getting more confident with the shapes
an interaction I had in bluesky led to this
ignore my dumbass grabbing the torch and putting it back down
need sex where its just a fistfight with a guy and we dont even do anything sexual we just beat the fuck out of each other and get hard about it
I can't stand him. I love him so much I actually can't look at him. It effects me physically like I have to kill him with hammers immediately. I have a smash a barrel . over his head
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.”
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
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🕺
hey man this is a fight to the death. why are you bricked up rn
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.
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.
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.
Наскетчила какое-то время назад и так и не перекинула файл
The nature of dying
so i decided that v1/v2/gabriel should be a polycule solely because i said so anyways so here's all 3 of them on holiday yay!!
gabe needs 2 work on his anger management
can't even shower in peace!!
gabe goes out to sea and v1 ends up sleeping outside
holiday over. :(
bonus material this has been edited a bit..
i edited another image but i kind of hate it so : )