#Pierce Aphmau

[qw3rti]

Aphmau crew

Idk redraw from 4yrs ago 🤷

4yrs ago^^

2024 redraw^^!!!>:3

Let's just say its a massive improvement

[fartzapril]

MID flags Hc

[amnesiaskulls]

Aphsmp more like gaysmp

Oml its so low quality but APHSMP PIERCE AND EIN‼️

they kiss eachother goodnight

the poses are based off an image but i cant find it and im to lazy to look for it again

[randokatz]

Guys I'm so normal about this

[kayla-kloudz]

you do mid? Could you perhaps please do something with Pierce? Trauma, angst, fluff, or HCs would be super cool 🙏🔥

Yes I do! I write for a lot of aphverse series :D Here is some Pierce content! 💜

Content note: Hurt/comfort, mention of past violence.

The hallway was still and dim, the only sound came from the low hum of the refrigerator downstairs and the faint creak of the apartment settling into the night. Pierce stood quietly outside Ava’s bedroom door, arms folded against his chest, his eyes were heavy-lidded but far from sleepy. He’d been standing there for who knew how long. His tall stature made his horns nearly brush the ceiling. He didn’t stand outside her door to scare her. He was used to guarding Asch’s sleeping quarters back on Daemos. But with her, he just… stayed. Not out of obligation, but something else he couldn’t quite name. Ava’s room had a warmth that the rest of the house lacked.

He heard a small rustle, then the creak of her mattress. He stayed standing by her door, listening to the noises within the room. The doorknob clicked as Ava opened her door a few inches, and Ava peeked out. Her dark hair was messy, and a sleepy pout on her face. She blinked up at him, her voice low and scratchy from sleep. “You again?”

Pierce didn’t answer. He rarely did.

She sighed gently and stepped out of her bedroom in bare feet, tugging the sleeves of her oversized hoodie down over her hands. “Can’t sleep either, huh?” She didn’t wait for a response. She never needed one. “Come on, I’ll make tea.”

He hesitated. But the moment she started walking from her room to the kitchen, he followed.

The kitchen light was soft and white, casting gentle shadows across the walls. Ava moved on autopilot, pulling mugs from the cabinet, placing a kettle of water on the stove. Pierce lingered near the counter like a statue, arms crossed, silently watching. The scent of mint and something slightly floral filled the room as she opened a tin of loose leaf and spooned it into a little infuser. He didn’t understand how something so small could cast such a strong smell.

She poured the water, waited patiently, and then handed him a mug, no frills, no words, no teasing. Just silent care.

They sat on the living room floor, Ava with her back against the couch, Pierce close enough to feel the warmth from her presence. He held the mug with both hands, the steam curling up and around his face and horns. He didn’t drink it right away. He just held it, staring into it like it held answers.

Ava sipped hers and leaned her head back with a contented sigh. “I couldn’t sleep, too many thoughts,” she murmured. “Thought maybe… You were stuck in your head, too.” She gave Pierce a small but warm smile.

His voice was quiet when he finally spoke, hoarse and dry. “There was a man I killed,” he whispers, eyes fixed on the tea in his cup. “Before we came here. The last one...” His voice trailed off.

Ava didn’t move, didn’t flinch. She just listened.

“He said kindness would get us killed,” Pierce went on. “That Daemos would destroy each other in the end… That there was no room for softness.”

Ava was silent for a moment. Then, without looking at him, she asked gently, “And do you believe him?”

Pierce didn’t answer right away. The tea had cooled a little, enough that he could take a small sip without burning his tongue. It was strange—sweet, minty, calming. Nothing like Daemos. Nothing like war or death or betrayal. Nothing like the place that had turned his silence into a weapon.

“Back then,” he said quietly, “I think I did.”

“And now?”

He stared at her. She wasn’t asking because she wanted to fix him. She wasn’t expecting a confession or apology. She just wanted to understand. And that… that meant something.

“Now…” His voice was softer. “You keep proving him wrong.”

Ava smiled behind her mug, eyes closing as she let the warmth of the tea settle into her chest. “Then I’ll keep doing that.”

Later, she yawned and returned to her room. She didn’t close the door all the way. Pierce didn’t say anything about it, but he noticed. He stayed in the living room, stretched out beside the couch, his now-empty mug on the floor beside him. Her breathing, soft and steady from down the hall, was like a lullaby against the hush of the house.

And in that quiet, with warmth still in his chest and no horrid memories clawing at the edges of his mind, Pierce finally began to wonder; maybe kindness wasn’t a weakness after all.

[anonymouspoltergeist]

miku pierce

i saw someone say Miku and Pierce are posing the same.

[kittycoffeeheart]

My disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined

What the hell do you mean WordPad being removed from my computer deleted all traces of my 2000 word long Pierce x reader oneshot ever existing?

...Please excuse my language but for FUCK'S SAKE-

[unwinni3]

Aphmau SMP headcanon that Ein and Pierce sprinkle catnip around random places on the server sometimes so that they get KC kitty high because let's face it they would

[ein-asahina]

it took forever (as i’m sure you can tell by the varying quality) and a lot of the designs are now outdated but I’M DONE!! yuki’s asmp designs, explainations and lore under cut

this was supposed to be an escape from reality. but even irene’s power has its limits.

APHMAU - the owner of this realm.

AARON - his curse is gone. known to explore the realm often.

EIN - while most of his… previous personality has been eradicated, there’s still traces of it left. stays far away from zane.

PIERCE - the issue transferred onto pierce. takes care of sheep on his and noi’s shared farm.

KC/NANA - cooks and bakes for most of the realm. also acts as a healer.

ZANE - the realm’s scientist. he’s taken an interest in potions recently.

NOI - grows most of the crops. his personality hasn’t been altered as much as the others.

KIM - runs a library at the edge of the hub.

[starsburst]

Just some more art of Kikirce

[packcoventhing]

I'm holding onto my status of "it's not a rewrite if I don't actively retcon canon" for My Inner Demons/MID very tightly rn

[r1nnyhuhh]

it’s doneee!! Yes I did use my new designs for them. Heh! ANYWAYS AHHH I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM :333

[fartzapril]

Is that a ghost and pals reference!????

I love this song ❤

[lyceal]

Uhm,, I made some MID redesigns and thought I’d post them here :33

[randokatz]

THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE OMG

now make a dating sim. Hold u at gun point cutely

Idk why pierces is so loud lol

[kayla-kloudz]

hi! Was wondering if you could do something pierce and rhal related, their my fav duo and I ask everyone with open requests to do something around them!! Ships or platonic is cool and fluffy or angsty stuff are awesome too!! I just really like them 🥹

A/n: ofc! I hope you enjoy! This was not a pairing I had ever heard before :0

Tw: none, maybe a bit ooc?

Pairing: Rhal x pierce

Rhal was not used to silence and peace, the Castle usually being filled with some sort of yelling and chaos.

Which is probably why he stared at the soft bed in his room like it was plotting treason.

“Why is it… fluffy?” he asked, scowling at the perfectly made mattress.

“Because Lady Bish sent the maids to redo your chambers,” Pierce said from the corner,. “Apparently, pillows aren’t your enemies.”

Rhal turned. “They’re soft. And squishy.”

“They’re supposed to be.”

He jabbed a finger into one. “It’s… weak.”

Pierce arched a brow. “It’s a pillow.”

Rhal didn’t reply. Instead, he grabbed one off the bed and gave it a little experimental squish. Then, with all the seriousness of a seasoned general, he hurled it at Pierce’s face.

It hit him with a satisfying fwomp.

Pierce blinked. “You just declared war,” he mumbled. Rhal smirked. “Finally. A worthy battle.”

Within seconds, the air was filled with flying feathers and muffled war cries. Pierce ducked behind the couch, launching a counterattack with two throw pillows. Rhal rolled across the floor, dramatic as ever, and retaliated by flinging the entire blanket like a net.

“Coward!” Rhal shouted, grinning as Pierce tripped into the rug.

“You used a trap!” Pierce yelled back, laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe.

Eventually, they collapsed in a heap on the ruined bed, gasping, feathers floating around them like Daemos snow. Rhal was grinning like a maniac, his hair tousled, feathers pierced on-top of his horn.

“You lost,” he said, smug smile on his lips

Pierce shoved a pillow under his head. “I let you win. I was going easy.”

“Liar.”

“Maybe.”

The moment settled quietly between them. Rhal looked up at the ceiling, a strange feeling settling into his chest.

“You ever think,” Pierce murmured speaking up, “that this.. peace..is okay too?”

Rhal didn’t answer right away. Then he reached over, pulled another pillow over Pierce’s face, and said:

“…Yeah. But only if I still get to win.”

Pierce’s muffled groan was answer enough for Rhal.