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FROM: @razs-archetype

TO: @deep-space-lines

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FROM: @fernsensei TO: @minophus

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And That's a Wrap! (mostly)

As of typing this, it's far too late for me to write up a proper send-off, and there are still 3 more gifts to be submitted, which we are working on getting to you as fast as possible, however! As of now, all gifts we have are posted! Merry Ultrachristmas, we're not quiet done yet, so no goodbyes until then! However, I would love to give a sincere thank you to everyone who participated. Everyone tried very hard this year, and every single piece I've received was stunning. Thank you, everyone. This event is not possible without all the love and effort of every participant. Thank you to those who returned from last year, despite it's rocky start, and having faith in my to pull through this year, and thank you to everyone new to the event, for joining and giving it your all. Sincerely, Clover. Hopefully, if all goes well, you'll only have to hear from me 4 more times this year. 3 of those being the rest of the gifts.

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FROM: @zerosocialskillz TO: @saturns-apple

It was a day when someone would get comfortable and take a little nap. 

Too bad humanity went extinct not long ago. 

There are still remnants of what they have left behind. Machines, animals, the earth itself…

It seems like a little machine is sitting on a not-so-little sofa, its wings being preened by an angel. 

And by preening its wings, we mean the machine’s wing blades made out of solid material are being wiped off with a wet towel. 

It was nice, the little machine thought. It was never given such treatment ever since it was declared scrapped. Or… ever, really. 

V1 cannot feel the towel from its wings. Okay, maybe that’s a lie. It can feel things from its wings, but right now, it disabled that part because it registers all touch as danger. 

After all, that is where it stores its weapons. That is how it stabilizes itself whenever it dashes. It cannot fly with them—not like its beloved, at least—but that doesn’t mean they are completely useless. 

In other words, the wings are an integral part of itself. 

As a result, V1 rarely lets others touch its wings. Partly because of the aforementioned programmed instinct to flinch from even the gentlest of touches, partly because it doesn’t trust anybody to destroy its wings in its most vulnerable. 

Which makes it all the more telling when V1 lets Gabriel wipe them with a towel, cleaning them off some blood it couldn’t absorb anymore. 

“Uh, V1?” Gabriel asked. “How do your wings store your weapons?”

V1 shrugged. Just because it was a creation doesn’t mean it knows how it was created to the tiniest detail. 

“Oh…” Gabriel said, deflated. 

V1 looked behind him and saw that Gabriel was touching the top right blade. The one they’re storing a couple of objects that are… not designed to be weapons in the slightest. 

It’s just a couple of charms, pebbles and trinkets they’ve picked up during their travels. There’s even a plush toy of itself for some reason. V1 does not know why it exists at all, in Hell nonetheless, but it’s there, stuffed inside its wing. 

“Can I… put things inside?” Gabriel asked. 

V1 nodded. It then raises a hand and tilts its head.

“No no,” Gabriel said. “I mean can I put things in your wings directly?” he clarified. 

Oh. 

V1 nodded. That can be arranged. 

It flipped a setting in its software. It then gave Gabriel the thumbs up. 

“…that’s it?” Gabriel asked, confused. “It… doesn’t look like anything changed.”

V1 turned its body towards Gabriel. “Trust me,” it signed. 

Gabriel looked at V1, then the towel. He then sighed and tried to put the towel in the orange wings, only to…

…

He seemed to be frozen in place, seeing his hand phasing through V1’s solid-looking wings. 

Slowly, he moved his hand away from the wings, watching in awe as he effortlessly removed himself from it. 

The towel is gone. It seems to be inside that wing now. 

V1 flaps its wings slightly. Its sign of excitement. “Liking it?”

Gabriel laughed softly. He seems to be excited about this new feature. 

“Do you think you could fit my swords inside?” Gabriel asked. 

V1 nodded. Its wings can contain things bigger than them as long as they can fit through the wings themselves. 

“Well? What are we waiting for?” Gabriel asked, now getting excited about this prospect as V1 was. 

And so, the two of them tried to fit a bunch of objects inside V1’s wing blades, cleaning them all forgotten. 

Besides, they’re all clean already. Gabriel’s practically done at that point. 

They ended up fitting way more objects than they expected. Removed a lot of stuff too. 

They had fun. Gabriel seems happy. 

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uncensored burger version under cut

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