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Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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i did ten designs for this blog for mermay! sorry they aren’t digital!
Guys
Where
The
Fuck
Is
Loki
he needed a ref, and i couldn’t sleep
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The sky is permanently stuck in a never-ending sunset. Even in its perpetuity, there is a beauty to it that two robots get the chance to bask in together.
Messenger rests in V1's lap idly, having flopped onto it a moment ago after returning from the Fraud layer. It kicks its legs idly, its head turned towards the ocean lapping at the shore a few feet away.
V1, meanwhile, has set their fishing pole to the side in favor of poking at the Messenger. Four hands poke and prod at the bot in their lap, flicking it with one hand and poking it with another. All for the sake of some form of reaction. Though they don't get one, as the Messenger is used to their ministrations by now. They should have expected that. A garbled noise meant to be a sigh leaves their body. Even if the noise is typically indiscernible from any other noise they'd make to the average creature, Messenger has been with them long enough to tell the difference in what noises they manage to wretch out their mechanical throat. It turns to face them.
HOW WAS IT DOWN THERE?
"Fraud...." "Still-" "CLOSED!"
Another garbled noise meant to be a sigh. V1 falls onto the soft ground below in defeat.
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DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET ANY ASKS.
Messenger shrugs. "Worth a shot."
V1's upper eyelid lowers as she gazes down at Messenger. Guess it is. Better than having to idle by for months until Hell decides to let V1 into the next layer. Should be the last one too, she thinks. Hopefully it keeps them both occupied for a while. Need something to do before the end.
ASKBOX OPEN!!!
I DO NOT KNOW WHY WE'RE DOING THIS.
B-O-R-E-D-O-M.
. . .
FAIR POINT.
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Welcome to V1 and THE MESSENGER's blog! These two bots will be sharing this blog in an attempt to stave off boredom. They are post-Fraud layer, currently taking residence in 5-S and fishing until they find something better to do.
V1 TALKS LIKE THIS.
The Messenger will "TALK" "LIKE THIS" when using sound bites and will TALK LIKE THIS when using pure text.
They connected their interfaces to the blog, so ask them a question and they'll respond as soon as they can!
Now some info on V1 and The Messenger under the cut
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