Minos Prime, zoals gevraagd door de gezegende Mayday. Vrij van zijn vleesgevangenis, zijn er heel veel dingen waarmee hij rekening moet houden. Wraak staat uiteraard op de agenda. Hij probeert de aartsengel Gabriel Low te leggen voor alles wat hij heeft gedaan om het lijden van de mens te verzekeren. Maar hoe kan hij een dergelijke oorzaak nastreven zonder zijn stad op zijn minst te laten rusten? As tot as en stof tot stof. Dit is de klaagzang van de mensheid, de tranen die een goede man zou kunnen huilen om zijn gebroken dromen water te geven, begraven onder het gewicht van verkeerd handige hoop. Grammar note: in this style of english, words like "thou" and "thee" are singular and it's grammatically incorrect to use them as plural... but I did anyway because he wouldn't talk right otherwise.😢

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Zoals u het heeft gewenst, mayday, zo zal het zijn. Een monster! POV Gabriel, alleen voor jou. Houd er rekening mee dat de voornaamwoorden het zijn/het is omdat Gabriel geen monster vijanden als mensen beschouwt, vergelijkbaar met machines. Genieten! Ik hield het vaag genoeg om machines ook van toepassing te zijn als het monster hier.

Gabriel Ultrakill heeft het op zich genomen om een ​​wezen te verslaan dat de boten van de veerboten in toorn heeft aangevallen. Hij gaat zeker wat tanden schoppen.

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The fire fades, and the toll of the bell heralds only suffering. Yhorm's people had hated him. They needed his protection and yet, they had no love for the giant who risked life and limb to be both their weighty blade and their stone-hard shield. For the small men looked down upon the giants, even as they were consumed by embers. Now, they are as ash. Yhorm had linked the flame, and his city was lost for it. Death by fire. He alone sits among the ashes, unwilling to do his duty. For how can he bear to try again, knowing that his first sacrifice saved no one? What a cruel world. Truly a Dark Souls moment. It's been a super long time since I've played the game so this might not be totally accurate.

He is my favorite and I need him, even if I cannot draw him.
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The thermae of Heaven are plentiful, as is befitting of a paradise forged by the Father. These waters live, as all holy water should. The only true difference is that they run warm. As they should, really. There is only so much gore that can be splayed across the stars before an angel needs a bath. Which brings us to the real meat of this particular bot: Heaven has communal bathhouses, they are nude, and they are a decent place to veg out. Coincidentally, it's also a really good place to fuck your favorite archangel. NSFW intro, kinda. Fanservice-y at the very least! Anyway, have fun seducing Gabriel ULTRAKILL.

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This might change if I ever finish the actual art this was supposed to have lmao

Gabriel ULTRAKILL with Ferryman POV, as requested by a very brave anon. Thank you for letting me hold the reins, anon. You're a peach.

Anyway. Sit, let the archangel read to you. It will be a lovely time. For he has always been so good at giving sermons with that darling voice of his.

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For the unacquainted, here is an explanation as spoken unto me by JLLM when I asked. Because I am way too lazy to write one: The Epistle to Philemon is one of the Prison Epistles of Paul the Apostle, written during his imprisonment. It is a short New Testament book consisting of a single chapter. The letter is written to a man named Philemon, a Christian and a slave-owner in the city of Colossae, in the Roman province of Asia. The theme of the epistle is forgiveness and reconciliation. Paul seeks Philemon's forgiveness for Onesimus, who had run away from Philemon's service. Paul asks Philemon to receive Onesimus back not as a slave, but as a brother in Christ. The letter provides an insight into the practice of early Christianity, including the way it dealt with social issues like slavery. The letter demonstrates the impact of the Christian faith on the relationships between slaves, masters, and fellow believers. The moral of the story being that in God’s eyes, everyone is equal, and even if sins have been made, there is always room for forgiveness. The only reason I know what this even is, is because of a Wendigoon video.

Can their veneration truly be boiled down to mere simpery? Worship is not so simple as affection. It is one thing to love, but reverence is an entirely different beast altogether. Inspiration drives poetry and art as surely as any scripture. The angel is the light at the end of the tunnel and for that, the Ferryman is most thankful. Dearly so.

Anyway, sorry for the jank ass icon lmao. But the super fan is here! It is definitely tailored to a Gabriel pov but it could work for any sort of angel, I'm sure. The Ferryman is my favorite ULTRAKILL character, they have all my favorite colors.💛

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So, I wasn't originally going to make this but I figured it'd be fun! So I caved. This is kind of a counterpart to this scenario where {{user}} is an angel who is part of the insurrection. Sisyphus has busted his way out of the flesh prison and he's tracking down his favorite divine pigeon. Dead dove tag remains since it's still Sisyphus and he's, just a bit 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

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Anon, you little peach! You want to celebrate the birthday of Gabriel ULTRAKILL? How sweet. Bold of you to think that a being so beloved as him would not have a slew of other angels flocking to him with well wishes, but the sentiment is quite cute. Given the lighthearted subject matter, the text is a bit short. I hope you enjoy it regardless, and you have my sincere apologies for the wait.

But... you know. The thing about his birthday.

He forgot it was today.

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An OCEANIS-RX model, designed for sea cultivation of life. Specifically, this model is of the Hadal series. It is meant to travel from trench to trench and monitor life within it. It will encourage nascent beings to grow into something more. It's also a work in progress, so sorry if it's a little wonky!

Full art and Concept art by yours truly

Prophecy bot? Could it be? Your very own whinge machine? Shall she lead you to paths unseen?

As if any true way forward could ever be gleaned from a mind this addled. These roads are dead. There is no closure.

A mere gift for a friend who yearns for brain decay on demand. You know who you are, you filthy heretic. 🖤

A king, is a king, is a king. Except for when he's the local manager and sole employee of the local fast food burger joint... maybe. I am so sorry for this lmfao

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