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"Some things are better left forgotten." ask/rp blog for semi ocr gaster, or 'grandpa semi' tracked tag: semiocr read RULES and ABOUT before interacting

[evrelai]

Hello! I’m Evre, I do art, and long story short I gotta make $100+ ASAP! Things have come up, and I need to take care of them before they get worse! Hopefully you can help out, yeah? And if not, spreading the post helps me out lots! Check out the nitty-gritty below:

All prices are in USD!

Lineart-only: $10 (simple bg +$2) Flat Colour: $15 Shading: $25 Shading + Simple BG (solid colour w/patterning and/or effects): $27 Chibis (flat colour): $10 (shading +$2) Icons/Fanmix Covers (500x500): $10

Extra characters (couples, groups, etc) are an extra $5 per character. The complexity of your commission may incur extra charges! This will be rare, and the amount will not exceed an extra $10. Lineart can be coloured in to add splashes of colour to your commission! This will not be extra unless the amount coloured in is more than 50% (half) of the lineart.

All images will be transparent unless requested otherwise. If you commission something with a background, a transparent bg-less version will be included if requested.

All commissions must be paid in full before work begins. A maximum of three (3) changes are permitted to the sketch before finalization. Art will be sent as digital goods in a .zip file with the full-size image (.png). You agree not to remove identifying signatures, but are otherwise entitled to freely use the image(s) commissioned for non-commercial use, unless otherwise agreed upon by you and the artist.

Payment will be via PayPal invoice. PLEASE GIVE ME AT LEAST 72 HOURS TO COMPLETE YOUR COMMISSION OR GIVE YOU AN UPDATE. Real life has me busy, so progress may be slow. Keep this in mind.

Gore, body horror, suggestiveness (mild nudity, etc) are currently allowed. Pornographic content is not.

Thank you!

[wailinginwaterfall-blog]

✨💫 She was dancing,                     She was smiling,                                 Roses blooming on her cheeks! 💫 ✨

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[grandpasemi-blog]

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[rpmusings-galore]

honestly,  you  turned  out  to  be  the  

            ☾   best thing I never had  ☽

[felleton-blog]

starter for @grandpasemi​

Normally, Aster didn’t get days off. Whether it was paperwork, training Alphys, personal projects, or any number of other things, he was kept busy at an almost-constant rate. But today… god, how long had it been? Weeks? Months?–he was finally granted a day to himself, with nothing to worry about save for what he was going to do.

And what he was going to do was get a fucking drink. He’d spent the entire last two weeks working on a project that wasn’t taxing on his mind or hands, but it was when one considered that he had to deal with ignorant assistants the entire time. Was it just him, or were new graduates getting stupider? Couldn’t have been just him, it had to be that they were dumber than a sack of bricks. He knew how to tell people what to do just fucking fine, thank you very much. Hell, he’d learned from one of the best.

As Aster walked towards the familiar bar in the distance, wrapping his coat around himself (was Snowdin always this cold? must’ve been the time of year), he noticed someone standing outside. Whoever they were, they were bundled up pretty tight, and for a moment Aster wished he’d worn warmer clothing and not been a dumbass. But they were staring inside the window, hovering… what the fuck?

“Oi!” he shouted, waving his arms at the individual. “Either stop loiterin’, or go inside! Lookin’ in the window is fuckin’ creepy!”

[grandpasemi-blog]

One moment, he was catching a glimpse of what he thought was his great-grandson (when did he get a new jacket? Last he remembered it wasn't Gyftmas...), and the next he was being yelled at. Who would be so rude--and for what reason?

Semi turned, intending to glance at the stranger and leave, but what he saw planted him to the spot. Despite himself he started staring, eyes tracing over the features of the other from afar. He looked so strikingly familiar...

And yet, he couldn't put a phalange on why. This was happening increasingly often lately. Discomfort spread through him at the thought. He felt as if he could call the stranger's name.

"...I apologize." Semi spoke softly once the other was close enough to hear, before stepping back as if to slip off into the trees once more. Best not make this trip any more uncomfortable than it was already turning out to be...

[grandpasemi-blog]

GREEK GODLY PARENT QUIZ

Tagged by: @felleton Tagging: if you wanna feel free

Your godly patron is Artemis, goddess of the moon, the hunt, wilderness, chastity, maidenhood, archery and childbirth.

Hunters are extremely close-knit and form strong bonds with those they hang out with daily. They will die for people who are just like them. You are probably very suspicious of outsiders, especially those who might harm your group. You are also mature, and often the voice of reason and calm to others. You have a natural talent for smoothing out discord, and you also give pretty sound advice. You also have a knack for getting out of trouble, the rare instances that you're in it that is. Artemis represents all that is wild and mysterious, and you might have distinct sides to your personality people are not usually privy to. Much like the Hunt/Moon duality of Artemis, Hunters of Artemis can be enthusiastic, athletic, and in-tune with nature; or they can be calm, soothing and mysterious. However, sometimes your perspective can be narrow, and when circumstances do not fit your unique view, you can brutally shut down the other person. When disrespected, you can become harsh and unforgiving.

Qualities

Maturity, protectiveness, camaraderie, reason, harmony, athletic, outgoing, wild, unforgiving

[grandpasemi-blog]

✋💧 ❄☟☜☼☜ 💧⚐💣☜❄☟✋☠☝ ✡⚐🕆🕯✞☜ ☞⚐☼☝⚐❄❄☜☠✍

[Translation: “IS THERE SOMETHING YOU ARE FORGETTING?”]

I...who are you, stranger? Do not think you can simply traipse into my presence and spin riddles! Who do you think you are, impersonating--ah...

...

...cease your foolishness at once.

[grandpasemi-blog]

will you ever fall in love again

That is a rather brazen thing of you to ask! I hardly doubt this warrants an answer. I won’t reward such crass behaviour.

[grandpasemi-blog]

What is the one thing you regret most in life, Semi? Do you think you can ever fix it?

I should have been there for my family. I am very much aware of that...however, it is much too late to go about wishing to turn back the hands of time.

As for ‘fixing’ it? Ah...I hardly doubt it.

[wailinginwaterfall-blog]

✨💫 She was dancing,                     She was smiling,                                 Roses blooming on her cheeks! 💫 ✨

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[myaphelion]

im tired have an asshole skeleton

[grandpasemi-blog]

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[wailinginwaterfall-blog]

✨💫 She was dancing,                     She was smiling,                                 Roses blooming on her cheeks! 💫 ✨

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[grandpasemi-blog]

"Can I?" - Rel.

send “Can I?” for my muse’s reaction to yours asking to kiss them || Accepting

The proposition was ridiculous. Did they really need to ask?

Semi rose from his chair, bones and wood creaking alike as he slipped an arm about his partner’s back, gingerly pulling them close. For a man so conflated with destruction and decay, his touch was never lighter than when he was alone with his rose.

Soft smiles and quiet giggles like those of the plucking of a harp’s strings slipped forth from them, bringing a genuine smile from he whom sent grown humans fleeing. The soft taps and clicks from their heads touching pittered through the room, mingling with the soft whispering of fabric as the two skeletons wrapped each other in an embrace that was simultaneously painfully gentle and overflowing with longing.

Magic crackled softly through their ears, so vastly different than the suffocating and squeezing thrum of battle. No--they were here, and things were different now. There was nothing to worry about, aside from their headband, woven together from roses and buttercups, was slightly askew. Semi smiled again, feeling so endeared to them in that moment, with nothing but themselves and the soft light of campfires filtering in through the window, framing their faces so beautifully against the darkness.

Their magics flickered and danced about them both like embers as they made lips to join. At once, everything was suspended. All the lights and sounds faded away, and there was nothing left for either of them to worry about except for the love, raw and warm, that they could practically feel flowing between them. Their souls shuttered in tandem, and time stopped.

It was perfect.

Music, soft and slow, faded into their new sense of being when they finally parted. It was a gentle tune, one of hope and new beginnings.

“It’s a lovely night...” Semi whispered in their ear, already beginning to sway gently with them in his arms. They giggled again, the noise bringing peace to his beleaguered soul.

And so they danced, pressed closely to each other’s chests, heads resting atop shoulders and soft hums being muttered just above their breath. The two of them danced until they were no longer in time with the music, until they had forgotten anything else existed.

It was all so perfect.

---

Semi awoke in a haze, chest tight and heavy as he forced himself to sit up. His bones creaked even more than they had back then. He was grayer, older...

...lonelier than before.

Why now? He’d thought these dreams had stopped long ago. He lamented silently, his head slipping into his hands. Where had all the time gone? Where had they gone?

He knew the answer to that. But perhaps if he kept running long enough...

Everything had been so perfect.

[angstmemes]

Torment my muse with questions. About their past, about their regrets, their unanswered hopes. Make my muse squirm.

[grandpasemi-blog]

"...Can I?" from Pubster ((lmao i know they just barely met but the oyajis...))

send “Can I?” for my muse’s reaction to yours asking to kiss them || Accepting || @brewedbythevoid

Shock, unfiltered and raw without the chance for him to hide it, flew across Semi’s face. His sockets were almost comically wide, his bony lips parting from the suddenness.

Nobody had been this forward with him in decades. Centuries. Any idea of time was lost on him as he tried to process the situation.

All at once, a lump formed in his non-existent throat. What was he meant to say...? Do? The only person he’d ever... ...they had fallen so long ago, now--yet the pain was still so fresh. In so many ways his soul still belonged wholly to them. Even now, to think of them as gone felt so wrong. He’d been with them the moment it happened, and yet...

Semi swallowed hard. He’d never mourned--not properly. He almost didn’t want to. He ran from it like he’d run from everything else, from even the realization and admittance that he’d never moved on. He felt his soul--his old, dusty, hairline-crack-covered soul shiver softly betwixt his ribs.

They wouldn’t have wanted this for him. Not that he’d been asked for a kiss, no--in fact, they likely would’ve been rather catty about this. But that he’d sat alone on his ass for so long. He could almost hear them scolding him for doing this.

Semi hesitated, a finger picking quietly at the space between the edge of his wine glass and the bartop. He couldn’t find the ability within him to think too hard about this. He’d been so alone, so stagnant for so long. Did he feel affection for this man--the first in quite a while--too long of a while--whom understood. Who could commiserate about the War, the old days...

All the things unsaid. Things he’d never bothered to bring up, yet things Pubster seemed to just sense and understand anyway.

It had been so, so long, so painfully long, since Semi could rely on anyone but himself in even the smallest capacity.

Did he feel affection? Did it matter? Kids these days (how cliche) experimented all the time, using a spontaneity he’d never really possessed.

What would Rellanic encourage him to do?

Finally, his eyes slid up to meet Pubster’s, lidded with the weight of the lid he’d just peeled off of a can of worms he’d left sealed for longer than he had any right to.

Somewhere, through all the sudden melancholy, Semi found a coy smirk to give him.

“Will that be going on my tab as well?”

[grandpasemi-blog]

[closed starter for @nyctophiliaxflame]

So much could go wrong. So many careful plans and careful actions could come crumbling down on them all. So much could go wrong, and they could leave their people crippled--both on the field and in morale.

To say that Semi was wary was an understatement. He prided himself on being calm, level-headed, fearless...and yet, here he was, silently slipping through the brush with the King and other soldiers in tow, finding himself holding his breath and his hands uneasy. He’d fidgeted much more than usual that day, nearly taking the clasp on his cloak clean off with all the worrying he’d done with his fingers. It hadn’t gone unnoticed, to his dismay. But how could he not be?

If he failed here...if they lost the King...

...the Monsters would surely lose the war.

The skeleton was torn from his thoughts when the King lifted his massive pawed hand, signaling their arrival at the human stronghold.

They knew there would be many--they were briefed as such--but still, a few troops in the back could be heard drawing a sharp intake of breath. They weren’t outnumbered--at least, not by enough to matter--but it would be cramped enough that they would have to be very, very careful.

The task at hand seemed simple enough--infiltrate, demoralize, raid, and escape. A simple swipe at the back of the knees of the humans’ forces. Reduce their numbers (preferably with injury, but war was how it is...), scare off the weak and cowardly, and bring back supplies. Semi didn’t expect to find much more than weapons and written plans.

Oh, how naive he still was.

The King’s paw moved again, signaling the first wave of attackers. Several monsters, riding on the backs of others, pale and ethereal as the moon’s own beams of light, burst forth from the bushes. Banshees--a staple of their armies, splitting the still air with their booming and shrill wails, sending off-guard humans either scattering away from the building or to the ground, rolling and covering their busted eardrums in agony. They descended upon them at once, incapacitating enough for the rest of the Monsters to push inside.

The young(er) Semi leapt forwards, never straying from the King or the troops. They burst forth through the stronghold doors, meeting the human’s iron and steel with magic and vigor. The clamor of clashing weapons and pained yells was a cacophony against the walls, echoing deep into the base. The humans fought hard, but the Monsters’ efforts were triumphant in the night.

While some troops were inclined to celebrate early, Semi remained close to the King, pushing ever deeper into the dim halls. They were maze-like, seemingly endless...

Amongst the flames of the candles and torches, something caught Semi’s eye. He stopped, immediately wary of what he saw. The King, too, gave pause when he spoke up.

“Halt!” He pointed at the figure, bony phalanges still consumed with tremors from the battle. They appeared to be a Monster--very much like elementals bustling about the camp. They looked as if they were a soldier of their own, having wandered off sometime during the fray.

Yet...they didn’t appear to be clothed or geared as most back at home would be. Semi firmly tapped the end of his scythe to the ground, warning the stranger should his wariness prove to be for a valid reason.

“What is your station, stranger?”