#afterdeaths;ic

[rcjoice]

@afterdeaths liked this for a vday starter!!//matthew

"c'mon." he hooks his arms under matthew's, physically dragging him away from the door. "we're going out to the store. we're buying candy. we're buying wine. we're watching romcoms. i don't care if you don't want to, it's the tradition." who's tradition? "don't be such a crybaby."

[bldrdsh]

@afterdeaths / starter call ( nikolai kane )

He huffs, leaning over for a second with the grappling hook still dangling from the stone he'd fastened it to before glancing up through a nearby opening out onto the open natural landscape.

Hunt successes always felt the best when received with a view. Out in the wilds here, he vividly recalls the last time he was out like this. The indescribable excitement that came. This had been what Karter & Katrina had said was the true appeal of hunting was.

A moment passes, and air exhales through nostrils, glancing about the tunnel system before him before rubbing his chin with his open hand.

"Onwards & upwards, Kane."

[stainedpast]

He never forgets a face he sets eyes on, especially a beautiful one, such as theirs. When they talk to a customer, he can hear the similarity in their voice to the one that thanked the crowd after it beautifully sang. It’s them, yeah. He approaches the receptionist after having finished his business in this building, polite in the way his voice is low. ❝ Excuse me, Ms.- ❞ He steals a look at their name brooch pinned to their clothes. ❝ -Fletcher. I could be mistaken, but I believe to have seen you last evening singing at the bar across. Am I mistaken? ❞

@afterdeaths | sc

[altcrations]

@afterdeaths !! continued from here

Carrie also shoots another look her brother's way . He's got a smile on his face that she hasn't seen OFTEN in the decade they'd been in each other's lives. A smile that was so painfully genuine that it makes her want to cry .

Her lips press together into a thin line && she returns her gaze to Layla , free hand lifting to brush her hair back behind her ear subconsciously . Her expression becomes thoughtful , eyes SPARKLING .

" Well , I can only speak for myself but I'd spend MOST of my freed up time eating breakfast pancakes && window shopping for those expensive bras with the front clip ? " she motions with her hands to mimic doing one up . " ...... so . "

Her high speed speech comes to a stop && she softens. " why haven't we met before ? "

[fairy-verse]

Hello! Got any more Afterdeath content to share?

Cold and harsh the mountains of Error’s domain may be, but their beauty would forever warm the heart of Geno as his eye light lingered over their curves and peaks and shone with a delight so deep as their ice and snow glittered beneath the light of a cold winter’s sun. Here he could stay for many a day, taking in the silence and the brush of the winds, and though the sheer whiteness of it all could sting and prick at his bright light he found it to be of no true concern.

“You look so beautiful out here,” spoke Reaper, and he gazed upon his mate with gentle fondness and strange lights, for he, half a winter fairy he might be, remained elusive and queer as the other half of his being remained a mystery.

“You steal my own words,” said Geno, and smiled as he turned to his dark lover who stood so clearly out from all the white around them, black and lovely in all his oddities. “I blend together with the cold and the white, but you stand out as a rare beauty, only for me to cherish and behold in fullness,” said he, and held Reaper’s hand despite the biting freeze of it. It had long ceased to wound him, and now only remained soft, like melting ice in a warm breeze.

[groovygladiatorsheep]

Warning ! Caution(Blackhole, ErrorOuter x Origami, PapercraneChill ) x Ostrogoth(Palette, DreamInk x Goth, AfterDeath ) child !

Credits :

Caution belongs to me !

Ostrogoth belongs to : @ro-the-pansexual-pancake :]

Info :

- paired with Hull(Betta[Redacted] by @oatsyterandco !

- likes to ice skate

- the star glitch does a clinking sounds when you touch it !

- has a small tail :]

[shitogori]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LITTLE ICE CREAM

Sweceverse by: Me

[panamastayed]

@afterdeaths––––––TEEN STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“GAME’S on Friday, I think it might be better if you wait for the ROUTINE until then since it’s supposed to be a surprise and all.”

HE HUFFS a little. It wasn’t that he DISLIKED having an audience it was more about the DRAMATIC effect of the first time seeing the routine. A FROWN comes to his features for half a second as he thinks about it before rubbing the back of his neck and nodding a bit. 

“Thoughts?”

[rcjoice]

@afterdeaths liked this for a birthday starter!!//daisy

"okay, so," he steps out of his bedroom, pinstriped button up hanging open as he shows her the outfit. "is this good? better than usual?" he's not typically one to worry about how he looks, but he had two days of the year that he attempts to give a shit. "or do i look stupid? i feel like i look stupid." his one pair of nicer pants sits low on his hips, no belt holding it up yet. "don't lie to me, either."

[bldrdsh]

@afterdeaths / starter call ( camden maitland )

There's a moment where eyes move focus, head turning back as he looks up at the sky. He's on some dumb scouting mission out in the jungle. He's sure Lizzie would be laughing at him for his chosen line of work landing him here, but at this point he just wants out.

Hands rest on his hips as the sun starts to peak over the horizon, and the day seems to be coming to its beginning. Though with that comes the arduous reality that he has the whole day yet to face.

"God dammit."

IT'S SOFTLY uttered as he over looks the edge of the horizon, situated on a higher cliff to give him good vantage to the valley below.

[snapsicle]

if you ship fontcest or any kind of “cest” .. hey. leave

[altcrations]

She's hardly even waited for the door to open all of the way before she's shouldering her way in . Blonde hair blowing back over her shoulders as she passes Matt && flies through into his home .

" Have you got like a - " Her hands are mid air as though she's imagining holding what she needs , green eyes wide && enthusiastic . " like a warm fawn - I need gouache . " She's still moving , perhaps thinking as long as she keeps going , surely she'll come across what she needs. Her movements are calm , despite seeming rushed , doesn't seem as though it's her first time here - she looks as though she's always been here && maybe she has , she's spent enough time looking at the place through video calls .

" She's was talking me through the syrups on the new menu && she turned to pick up a bottle of lavender && I noticed that when the light reflects off of her eyes there's this patch of - " Her hands are doing the thing again , she's still moving , pacing . She's talking about the barista , the one that she's been word-vomiting about all month . && she says it so gently , as though she hasn't obviously just driven over an hour to be here. " ... warm fawn . Quick , Matt - I need to find the right colour before I forget it . " she claps her hands a couple of times.

" warm FAWN , Matt !! Gouache !! "

@afterdeaths

[alleinmeilen]

✂ If they had to choose one weapon to carry forever, what would it be? and/or ♱ What do they think awaits them after death?

HORRIFIC HEADCANONS

“Er...I think that question answers itself.”

He dislikes guns, after all, and anything else would be too...overwhelming for him he imagines. 

“...as for after death...I...I don’t know. I apologize.”

He tries not to think about that. He’s had a...complicated relationship with spirits and death. 

[the-enby-bird]

Mermay Day 10- Selkie

afterdeath afterdeath afterdeath afterdeath afterdeath afterdeath M BOIS I LOVE EM

These Mermay prompts and Leviathantale itself belong to @/skumhuu

(Destined Masterpost)

(AO3 Link)

Word Count: 328

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Geno rubbed his arms, hugging into his chest. The water was colder than usual today, even the selkie shivering in the chill. It was dark on the surface, no light filtering through the ice to the water. Wind rushed against the ice, its angry howl echoing to a roar in the quiet night.

He hated winter. It was always so, annoyingly, cold, and food was frustratingly hard to find. It was a nightmare. 

The noises didn’t help. He’d never admit it, but the sound of the wind screaming above him was terrifying, and the dark water could hide any number of things. He rubbed a spot on his tail, grimacing at the scar that still tore across it. It always hurt more when it was cold. Another reason why winter was bad, he supposed. 

Something thumped on the ice behind him, followed by an exclamation. Geno laughed, turning to the familiar face of his mate. Reaper was rubbing his skull, glaring at a crack in the thick ice. 

“Stars fucking- Who gave the ice a right to hurt that much?”

Geno sighed, swimming up to hug the mer. “I wouldn’t hurt if you didn’t run into it~”

“Okay, first off, fuck you. Second off, if you hadn’t been looking sad, I wouldn’t have run into the ice. Or if you had come to me. Just hanging out here isn’t safe.” Reaper rubbed the selkie’s skull, nervously checking for any hidden injuries.

“Oh. Sorry, I…” Geno trailed off, twisting slightly out of Reaper’s grasp. “I’m fine, I promise, just�� Anxious.”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

Reaper hummed, pulling the selkie closer. “That’s not an answer.”

“Maybe I just don’t wanna give you one.”

With a sigh, the orca began tugging the smaller downwards. “That’s fine. Now c’mon, dumbass, you’re gonna get munched up here.”

The selkie glared at his mate, pouting at his laughter. Reaper landed a kiss on the smaller’s skull, whispering, “I love you too, dumbass,” as he swam.

[groovygladiatorsheep]

After doing a Broomie x Ink kid… I felt naturally like I should step up my game. So here’s a Fridge x Goth child. Their name is Heather

Credits :

Goth (AfterDeath) belongs to : @nekophy

Info :

Can materialize ice blocks on the things replacing their arms, the temperature of the room they’re in greatly goes down

[shitogori]

“Ice Cherry“

Ice cream (Reaper)

Geno (Cherry)

Au: Sweceverse