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Yo guys- Undyne getting the aftertale treatment
Also- little horror doodle bcs why not
wooo k thats it, all the afterdeath art his posted cfvgbhnj
my sumbission for @snrsnrp 's dtys will unfortuanley have to stay like this vfgbh ill be more slow to post for a while, im having some problems vgbh
can I request Afterdeath!mochi fluff?
theyre in love and happy
ive never drawn mochi before so i apologise for the quality cfghb
My requests are open! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o
My ask box is open and so are my request :p
can be undertale, lmk or south park related!
this includes ocs in all of the fandoms mentioned (～￣▽￣)～
+ some afterdeath (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
wip of @snrsnrp 's dtys q(≧▽≦q) (i will have a skeleton version i swear ‼ just need to do the girls first :p)
very much struggling and had to make a colage cfvgbhnj
making an errorink bang bang animation meme is hard 😔
but anyways heres an afterdeath doodle
Did some more redraws :DD
Geno sans and the cpau are @loverofpiggies
Reaper is @renrink
ive been gone for like a week on accident cfvgbh i bring afterdeath doodles and my upcoming undertale au :D
im gonna be opening up an ask blog for the au in a few days ( @ask-undergarden )
reposting it flopped 😞
Geno belongs to @loverofpiggies
Reaper belongs to @renrink
here are some icons i drew recently! i was redoing my phone theme and couldnt find any icons related to them :(( so i made my own!
afterdeath is one of my favorite au ships fghjnkl
also they kinda remind me of akiangel 👀 also i made a tiktok out of this
Before I start dumping all of my rottmnt art I’m gonna post some sans aus
Gennnnooooooo💥💥
I did some underverse 0.7 redraws
I’ll be doing more soon :))
Sorry that I didn’t posted for awhile, school was keeping me busy. :/
I forgot to post this (old art below)
Reaper Sans (Reapertale) belongs to @/ renrink
Geno Sans (Aftertale) belongs to @/ loverofpiggies
xpau Reaper and Geno Sans on xpau magma server !
Human Reaper too :)
xpau belongs to @xpau-official
Reaper Sans (Reapertale) belongs to @/ renrink
Geno Sans (Aftertale) belongs to @/ loverofpiggies
Sometimes it’s hard to keep track of other yous.
XPAU Card!
1. Welcome!
2. Awkward first greetings
3. Good old times
4. Who’s this new guy?
5. Nyeh heh heh!
6. Nope. Not again.
7. Fell brothers
8. Dude and bruh
9. TACOS??
10. TACOS(?)
11. Why do they always cry
12. Innocent
13. REAPER NO (here)
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Hello my dear party attendees, I am back! Merry Christmas everyone!!
Merry Chrysler
Sorry for the not very good quality of the picture. I love these fools!!
Reaper belongs to renrink
Geno belongs to loverofpiggies
"Well, hello there" (Pt.2)
Notes: The way things are tied up helps me a lot to take my mind off what's going on in my life. So, I hope that you like it too and that you too can disconnect a little from external problems by reading this.
It's been a long time since that day. Geno couldn't get the guy who called himself Reaper out of his head. Asking his friends and acquaintances if they knew him, they shook their heads, not inspiring him with any hope. As sad as this situation was, Geno tried not to give up. He bypassed possible places that the guy could go to (namely, all sorts of music stores, or just themed places where punks and rockers usually hang out). There were even a couple of days when he boarded the same bus where they met, but he wasn't there either. But the stupidest thing he probably did was get on the same morning flight on the same bus. Or, when he walked in advance to the stop where Reaper sat down last time, they say, casually. But even then it was all in vain.
Meanwhile, the world's favorite holiday was approaching, and it was Halloween. The most favorite day of the year for many people, in which children and teenagers, and even adults, dressed up in costumes of their favorite characters (or monsters for the atmosphere), went home to collect sweets, or organized themed parties. It is possible that there are people who preferred to celebrate this day sitting at home and arranging a marathon of all sorts of horror movies. All types of Halloween are wonderful, the main thing is that you like what you do and feel comfortable. In addition to collect sweets and parties, this day was also famous for the stories of all sorts of frightening legends and horror stories. Many stories have been passed down from time immemorial, and some were just local tales that were paraphrased 100 times by each person. But stories do not change their essence, the main thing is to inspire fear in a person, and the rest is not so important.
Geno sincerely loved this holiday just because of the scary stories, especially those that were based on real events. He wasn't interested in all sorts of ghosts, demons and monsters, although sometimes it's funny to listen to stories about vampires or werewolves to stretch his brain and relax. He especially enjoyed writing his own horror stories. He remembers with great trepidation how he used to scare his younger brothers with them, especially if he backed up these stories by deliberately turning off the lights or making characteristic noises. Of course, now that his brothers were older, they denied the fact that they were scared, and Geno was very funny from the way they talked about their "fearlessness".
Geno could still tell his author's horror stories to this day, but without such enthusiasm. Agree that now few people can be scared by the fact that, allegedly, "there is a maniac lurking in the next house who is always watching you", or something like that. It's not difficult to scare with this, of course, but not everyone will feel some kind of shock and fear, as it was with his younger brothers, who walked around the neighbor's house for a long time.
In any case, now Geno is more like those loners who sit at home on Halloween, eating pizza, drinking beer, and watching Tim Burton movies. His brothers had long since left their native home, having moved who where, and came only for birthdays or Christmas. But he wasn't lonely. Sometimes his best friend kept him company. And in rare moments, this very best friend dragged him to a party in honor of such a day, such as now.
Geno didn't mind hanging out, it was just not really his type.He didn't really fit in with the company, and it was very embarrassing for him. More often, he was the friend who could give you a ride home in your own car, or just making sure that everything was fine. Believe me, no one wants to contact a person who does not have one eye, and who looks like he was stuck in a jar with glass and was thoroughly shaken."Scars adorn a man"-that's what someone once told him, and Geno sometimes used it very much.
But in any case, he clearly had nothing to do at this party. He didn't really know people, except for the guys with whom he studies at the university or the same friend and his friends. The music wasn't exactly to his taste, and neither was the booze and snacks. In general, everything looked very rotten and boring, as if everyone had come to an awkward birthday party or something. Anyway, he needed to unwind and take his mind off looking for that guy.
Being a little drunk, Geno went out to the backyard of the house where they were all and decided to light a cigarette. With the cigarette in his mouth, he couldn't find the lighter. Feeling in his pockets and looking inside a half-empty pack of cigarettes, he could not find it anywhere.
- Great, - Geno mumbled, realizing that the search was not a success.
- Need a help?
Geno wanted to say something, turning to the person who spoke to him, but froze in shock. Damn it, it was him! Reaper! And he stands there like nothing fucking happened and hands him a lighter!
Out of surprise, Geno almost dropped his cigarette, but prevented it in time. Reaper looked almost the same as the first time they met, only he was wearing chains and fake cobwebs, as well as the hood of his sweatshirt was, this time, put on his head. The image of a certain ghost was being created, and it clearly suited him.
- Hey, it's you,- Geno replied, trying to be unperturbed - Yes, please.
Reaper lit his cigarette. Thanking him with a nod, Geno began to smoke, feeling relieved.
- What are you doing here? - Reaper asked calmly, leaning against the wall of this house, looking out from under the hood at Geno - I didn't think someone like you liked such events.
- Ouch, - Geno shook the ash from his cigarette- Into the very heart, dude. Actually, I can spend my time like this too. The question for you is, what are YOU doing here?
- As you can see, I dressed up and came to taste the horrors in order to immerse myself in the holiday, but alas, I ran into some boring reality, - Reaper answered him a little upset, sighing - I was expecting a themed party, not a meeting of the nerd interests.
- It was rude.
- I don't care, what's the difference? For that, it's true.
Geno awkwardly shrugged his shoulders, nodding slightly, and continued to smoke his cigarette, looking at the sky, which would soon become dark, and a wonderful magical scattering of stars at the head of the Moon would appear on it. They didn't stand in silence for long, and Reaper soon stretched noisily.
- Well, I'm going to get out of here, do you want to come with me?
- I'd love to, but I think I'd rather stay. My best friend is here, whom I will have to drag home later, and then crawl home myself.
It seemed to Geno that Reaper looked at him in some kind of disappointment. Sighing, he pushed off from the wall a little, went up to Geno and put something in his pocket. Seeing how close Reaper was to him, he involuntarily swallowed, feeling a little embarrassed. Their eyes met for just a second, and for him it clearly lasted longer than a single second. Perhaps those bright blue eyes, which seemed to glow in the dark, would forever be imprinted in his head.
- See you then.
Geno silently followed him with his gaze. When Reaper disappeared inside the house, he seemed stunned and put his hand in his pocket. He felt for something and took it out. In his palm was a small piece of gum, a lighter, as well as a folded note. Holding almost the entire rotted cigarette between his teeth, he put back the gum and lighter, and unfolded the note. Wow. That was his contact number!
Geno looked towards the door behind which Reaper had disappeared and smiled significantly, carefully folding the note so as not to tear it for anything. Putting out his cigarette, he took out the gum he had given him and, unwrapping it, chewed it. It tasted too sweet, but Geno loves it, so he doesn't complain.
Hello, Geno takes back all his words. He definitely doesn't regret that he agreed to come here after all.
"Well, hello there" (Pt.1)
It was an ordinary autumn day. Unremarkable than all the days before. The weather was cloudy outside, puddles from the rain and, in general, the landscapes from the window looked very damp and dreary.
A young man, aged 25, was looking out the window, lying on his cozy bed. He understood that he needed to get up and get ready for university, but the autumn melancholy makes itself clear. The man, however, sat down on his bed and tore his gaze away from the window.
His room was rather dim and cluttered: clothes worn since yesterday were lying on the floor; dirty dishes were on the table; as well as educational supplies were scattered all over the room, here and there. The man massaged his temples and got up from the heated bed, moving lazily and looking for his clothes.
From the closet he took out jeans worn in many places, and from the floor he took a T-shirt with his favorite rock band. After changing into this, he also picked up socks from the floor and pulled them on too. Having replaced his slippers with rather massive boots, the man began to look around in search of his favorite sweater, which he constantly carries, and a very expensive red scarf.
Having found all this, the man picked up his bag over his shoulder and left the room. Arriving in the kitchen, he put his bag on a chair and went to the bathroom to put himself in some kind of order. He can't go to university disheveled, right?
After tidying himself up, the man came out of the bathroom, tightening a tight ponytail on his head and pulling a bandage over his right eye. He decided not to have breakfast, hoping that he would be able to grab a snack bar or something like that during the break.
After leaving the apartment, the man locked the door behind him and went down the road that leads to the bus stop. Along the way, the man yawned, mentally complaining about such sleepy weather and cursing at himself for staying up too late at night reading some kind of thriller. Halloween is coming up, so he decided to immerse himself in the atmosphere of something creepy and scary. Although, to tell the truth, there is nothing scarier than our real life.
Entering the bus, the man showed a ticket saying that he was disabled to the driver, and went deep into the bus. He sat down at the very end, plugged the player into his headphones and began listening to music, watching the scenery change outside the window. Despite the fact that our hero does not like to label himself as a "disabled person", or a person with some kind of limitations, he could not help but take advantage of the fact that many things were available and free for him. He didn't like being pitied in his own direction, but sometimes he used it very brazenly to his advantage. We are all not without sin.
At one of the stops, another man ran in, apologizing to the driver for having to wait for him. Our hero drew attention to him, observing and examining.The man who entered was about the same height as him, only a centimeter, maybe 5 taller.He had a shaved head, but the hair itself was very dark in color. I wonder if he paints them, or is it a gift from nature? The man has a very bright tattoo on his face, in the form of a skull outline. It must have hurt to stuff it. He was dressed in clothes similar to our hero's, only his image was more brutal and also defiant: ripped jeans, army berets, a dark sweater with some kind of pattern and a very long sweater with a hood and his own sleeves. Our hero involuntarily thought that this man looked exactly like some kind of death in an old movie, and that interested him.
The stranger sat down opposite, slightly spreading his knees and exhaling in a relaxed manner. Apparently, he was in a hurry. I wonder if he goes to university too?
Their eyes met. It is clear that the stranger was also interested in our hero, and grinned, starting a dialogue:
- Well, hello there.
Our hero put away his headphones, turned on the player and also responded to the greeting with a nod.
- Did you have a little morning run?
- Huh, yeah. I don't live that close to the bus stops, so I had to run a little. , My name is Reaper, and yours?
- Geno.
They shook hands. Geno noticed that his hand was very cold, despite the fact that he was wearing rather warm gloves.
They continued to talk, discussing music and the current autumn landscape. Geno got the impression that they were old friends who could talk about everything that was possible and impossible.
When they got to the right stop, they said goodbye and Geno got off the bus. But after walking a couple of meters, he realized with chagrin that he had not taken the contacts of a new friend. He turned around, but the bus had already left. Sighing in frustration, he headed towards his university, wondering who this man was and how he was going to cross paths with him again.
ой, а кто это тут такой с кривыми руками?
Correct me if I'm wrong but I am PRETTY SURE Geno HAD to have gone through the 5 stages of grief bro, like just think about it.
maybe I'll make a little story for it one of these days