Reapertale - Blog Posts

Finally got around to adding decent audio to this since it was made on FrameCast, back when it was alive- (you can’t directly upload audio there lol)

Yes I know his tear marks are missinggggg. The app couldn’t handle more than a few layers smh

Рипер | Reaper

Это было участием в DTIYS в Телеграмм от WDG_Miko

This was posted in DTIYS on Telegram by WDG_Miko

Мне понравилось

I liked it.

Вот, кстати, работа WDG_Miko

Here's WDG_Miko's work, by the way.

wooo k thats it, all the afterdeath art his posted cfvgbhnj

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✧

Kinda crazy that I never really drew this guy 😶

Just drew reaper for the first time! It was pretty fun especially drawing the wings, by the way I gave him a crow skull scythe because why not, it looks nice :D

Reaper by renrink

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

"Well, hello there" (Pt.3)

P.s: I created a separate hashtag for fanfiction to make it easier for you to find it on my blog.

Geno was not afraid of anything.

Perhaps he was one of the few who rarely feared anything. He is not afraid to make serious decisions that can affect his life, he was not afraid to bear the burden of responsibility for his actions or words spoken. In this regard, he was fearless, although he hid the fact that he was scared to hell of mice and rats.

I would say that he is used to living so confidently in himself and in his choices. He is not used to making mistakes and forgiving himself for them. Self-criticism is his best friend and companion, who has served him for many, many years.

In order to achieve something, he always prepared in advance. If it was necessary to make sure that he got the highest score in a subject that he did not know well, he would do everything for that. To negotiate with the teachers? Buy ready-made answers? Get a nerd to write a test for him? Easy. His tongue was boneless. Or maybe he needed to deal with someone? For example, to stand up for the brothers? He doesn't see any problems either.

He didn't see a problem at all to do something that was beneficial to him. But, you know? There are "buts" everywhere. And even Geno had them.

One of those "buts" is happening right now. He was looking at the screen of his push-button clamshell phone, rereading the text message he had written. There was nothing so serious or scary in this message, just the usual friendly greeting. "But" for some reason, Genno reread this message 100 times, checked for spelling errors, paraphrased this unfortunate SMS and still could not send it.

The song "Steine Sind Steine - And One" was playing softly in his room, and things were scattered here and there again. The window was wide open for ventilation, so Geno was wrapped in a warm blanket. Music in his native language made him relax and immerse himself in the memories of his childhood. But now it was so inappropriate!

Taking a deep breath, he erased the text message and put the phone away from harm, so as not to think about it anymore. He decided that he should take a walk through the streets, and go to the grocery store and buy a pack of cigarettes.

After changing into street clothes, he closed the window and left the room, locking it with a key out of habit. Geno lived alone in a two-story house. He once lived here with his brothers and their mother, but over the years the house slowly emptied. First, my mother left, moving to their native country and deciding to build a great career there. Don't think about it, their mom wasn't a bad woman, she was just very single-minded. She often came to them and sent them some gifts, as well as money. Guenon never condemned her choice, on the contrary, he supported her, although he understood the burden of responsibility that fell on him. After his mother, Error left the house. After graduating from high school, he got involved in a not very good group of guys. He hadn't heard much about them, to be honest, Error had never been verbose when it came to his personal life. When Error left home, he kept in touch with Geno for a while, but later disappeared completely. The last time they were written off was about two years ago, when Error told him that he had enrolled in college as a designer somewhere in another part of the country. Well, the youngest in their family, Fresh, was the last to leave the house. To be honest, Geno never worried about his future. Not to say that he didn't care about him, but he always knew that whatever path Fresh chose, it would always be good for him. They also wrote off and called each other very often. It made Geno exhale. No matter how confident he was in him, Fresh always had a windy head, and before he needed an eye and an eye. Now, as far as Geno understood, Fresh graduated from DJ courses, and now travels all over the country, gaining experience, communicating with a lot of people and, of course, arranging concerts and creating music.

They rarely saw each other together. Mom came only on calendar holidays, Fresh looked in on him if he was somewhere nearby, and Error never came after leaving at all.

Walking along the familiar streets, Geno remembered what to buy from the groceries and what to cook for dinner. He loved cooking, but it was a burden for him to buy food every time. Most of all, he liked to bake something sweet, especially in autumn, like now, or in winter.

Going into a familiar grocery store, he bought everything he needed, while knocking out a favorable discount for some products. Everything about money was treated with special attention. He didn't buy anything extra, he always took what was more profitable for the money. And for good change, he could buy sweets, cigarettes or a new CD with music.

Speaking of music, a new album by his favorite rock band was recently released, and, deciding that now was a good reason, he headed to a record store where CDs were sold. Of course, now that the Internet was taking advantage in many ways, he could just copy some music, but it was the discs that gave him special pleasure and aesthetics.

Entering the music store, he looked through the numerous shelves, looking for what he needed. Some pleasant instrumental was playing in the background. Most likely from some popular song that Geno didn't know. Geno looked into the pop music section for the sake of interest. Of course, most of them were filled with newfangled boy bands, or rappers. He was ready to twist his ears, or go deaf on purpose, so that he would never hear these two genres. Maybe this kind of music gave pleasure to someone, but definitely not to him.

- Wow, what kind of people are in Hollywood.

Geno started when someone suddenly spoke to him. He almost dropped the disc and, after making sure that everything was in order, he looked at the person who spoke to him. And what was his surprise when he saw a familiar face. It was a Rapper, his own fucking person. Only he didn't look quite familiar, he was wearing a white T-shirt with the store's logo, and under it a gray turtleneck. But otherwise, there were familiar outlines of his style: massive boots, not too wide jeans, chains, as well as gloves on his hands.

- Hey, - Geno replied, turning to him - Do you work here?

- No, I'm just stealing music, nothing unusual, - Reaper was holding a box with a bunch of CDs in his hands. He put it on the floor, starting to sort it on the shelf.

- It doesn't look like you stole it. Rather, you just return it, - Geno grinned as he watched him.

- Pop music is stolen only by posers.

- True.

They were in each other's silent company for a while longer. Sometimes Reaper asked Geno something, to which he received a dry and not very verbose answer.

- Are you saying you want to buy a CD?

- Aha.

- Give me a couple of minutes, go to the checkout and wait for me there.

Geno just nodded. He carefully walked around the Reaper and went to the cash register, holding a CD with some band. To be honest, when Geno saw him, he immediately forgot why he came here and what he wanted to buy. He couldn't even imagine that his new friend could work in such a place. He was more imagining some more thematic places where he could be a consultant. Or even work as an undertaker. After fantasizing a little more, Geno noticed that the Rapper had already approached the counter, including the cash register. Reaper reached out to take the disc, and Geno handed it to him. He glanced at the title, copying it, it seems, into the computer, and then he abruptly returned his gaze to the disk, shifting a mocking glance at Geno, returning the disk.

- "Sweet Boys"? - It was obvious from him that he was holding back his laughter.

Geno didn't understand what he meant at first, and look at the CD he was going to buy, he was horrified to see a photo of not very good quality with half-naked 20-year-old men and the name of the band. "Sweet Boys". Goddamn it.

Okay, okay. He'll just apologize, say that he chatted with him and quickly find what he needed.

- Yes, and what's the problem?

Why the hell would he say that?

Reaper looked at him strangely, looking for a catch in his words. But as luck would have it, Geno made the most serious expression on his face, looking confident at the same time. In his head, he asked himself why he was acting like this and literally shouted at him to make a joke of it and choose what he needed.

- You don't look like a fan of this band, - The rapper squinted and leaned against the counter, looking straight into Geno's eyes, forcing a sly smile.

- I just want to expand my musical taste, - Geno, deciding that he was deliberately provoking him into some kind of awkward situation, decided not to look away, stubbornly looking back and stood up a little more confidently - Have a problem with that? Do you judge people who listen to pop?

- No, I'm not, - Reaper grinned as he punched through the disc - That'll be $21.5, sir.

- tHaT'lL bE $21,5, SiRr, - Geno ridiculously repeated his phrase, paying off.

- Hey, I'm actually the best employee here. Be polite, sir.

- Really? As far as I know, employees at the music store do not discuss the musical preferences of customers....

- Of course, I'm deeply sorry, sir, but you wouldn't listen to such shit in your life, even for the sake of interest, - Reaper theatrically put his hand to his chest, sighing as if someone important had turned away from him.

- Hey, you don't know me, - Geno smiled, rolling his eyes and putting the disc in his backpack, where there were groceries for dinner and a pack of cigarettes.

- What if I want to get to know you better, sir?

Geno was visibly nervous. He looked at Reaper and met his attentive blue eyes. Geno felt that there was some strange implication in this phrase, and it confused him a little. He liked meeting new people, but something about Reaper didn't seem right to him.

- So what? - The rapper tilted his head slightly, continuing to look at Geno and looking very confident at the same time.

- Uh…. Ok? Good luck?

Before Reaper could say anything else or ask, Geno literally stormed out of the store. He felt embarrassed as he replayed the phrase in his head. He felt his heart beating an exciting tap dance, and he did not know whether it was from a quick step or from a strange excitement.

Stopping to catch his breath, Geno took out a new pack of cigarettes from his backpack, opening it and taking one, lighting it. He looked at his lighter and remembered that Reaper had lent it to him the last time they met. Exhaling tobacco smoke and twirling the lighter in his hand, examining it, he suddenly smiled, deciding that a new experience would not hurt him. Reaper, of course, is a little strange, but nothing, it was even good for him.

Opposites come closer, don't they?

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.

ой, а кто это тут такой с кривыми руками?

Possible More AU Variants of Neue

I’m experiencing low motivation for drawing, but I’m still working on the clothing rough drafts.

However, I am gonna be adding more AU Variants of Neue. These variants won’t have a big impact on the story or none at all (at least for now), but I think they’ll be fun to draw.

Now a few of these AUs will be my own version/redesign, not because I don’t like the original concept, this is just my own spin on them.

Dancetale

-IDK what type of dance this Neue will have, since Toriel is Waltz & Sans is Hip-Hop.

-I could see him being one of these options:

•A combination of both

•Waltz or Hip-Hop, or some variation of them

•Something entirely unrelated to both

Birdtale

-While the original just has the characters have wings on their backs (& I’ve seen some with talon/clawed feet), I’m gonna up the “bird” characteristics a bit more.

-The arms will be replaced with wings & the lower parts of the legs will look like talons.

-The nose/top part of the mouth will vaguely look similar to a beak.

-They’ll be based off a species of birds or a combination of 2-3 birds.

•For this version of Neue, he’ll be based off the Himalayan Griffon & the Collared Scops-Owl.

Reapertale

-This version of Neue would be the “child” of Life & Death. IDK what the correct terminology would be for this, but they would “rule” represent the realm between life & death.

-Their name is Purgatory, which might change if I can find a more accurate name for this, & they would play an interesting rule for this AU.

•They would decide if a soul deserves a second at life or if they must pass on into the afterlife.

•This would mainly affect individuals who are in a comatose state, or if they died “too early”.

Oceantale

-While the original was based more on mythical creatures (with the exception of a few), I’m gonna based this Neue’s design off real life sea creatures.

-They could either be based off a singular sea creature, or a combination of 2-3 species.

•For this version of Neue, they’ll be based off the Leafy Seadragon, Lion’s Mane Jellyfish & the Whale Shark.

Angeltale

-The original was similar to appearance of Birdtale, with the characters just having wings on their backs. So I’m gonna change them to look similar to nightmare fuel that is the “biblical accurate angels”.

-They would have 2 forms:

•Their true form which would be the equivalent of “biblically accurate angels”.

•The “Be-Not-Afraid” form which would give them a more “normal” appearance similar to their Undertale counterpart with some angel-like features.

Deltarune

-You know I had to include this for funsies.

-In this AU, Neue would be the son of Sans & an unnamed individual, so his personality would be different.

-His name would be Neuton, & IDK what RPG class he would have yet in the Dark World.

Blank Template

-Now this would be an original AU (unless there’s an AU like this so please tell me if that’s the case).

-Basically everyone would be a blank template of each character:

•Basic Designs with little to no colors (I guess white would be considered a color).

•Bare minimum concept of powers & personality based off the original Undertale characters.

•Little to no facial/emotion expression unless near a large influence of raw emotion.

-This version of Neue would be named “Canvas” (like a blank canvas).

Please comment any suggestions/ideas for these or other AUs that I’m working on.

the death is kind.

Another reaper drawing!! er er er

I finally accepted that idk how to render...

my boy's bf :3

so today i put as many sanses on a wheel as i could remember, and spun it to make 'shipchildren' of the two i got. not actually personally shipping them lol, did this purely for designs to start, we have Macchi, or Ink x Ccino

T0n1c (tonic), Reaper x Fresh

Cerise, Dust x Lust

and finally Pulsar, Outer x Fell

8 hours of work and one all nighter later and its finslly done