#apocalyptic kross AU

[unknownarmageddon]

put on your war paint

killer belongs to rahafwabas cross belongs to jael peñaloza apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @denieatsart, and @psycho-chair !!!!

[denieatsart]

" Lemon boy and I , we're gonna live forever ... "

.... holy shit I finished this it actually did take like . 2 hours and I'm only like moderately proud of it but <333

[ pspspsps @unknownarmageddon @psycho-chair @its-paperd ]

Apocalyptic Kross Au by me , Unknownarmageddon and Psycho-Chair [] Killer by Rahafwabahs [] Cross by Jakei

Unshaded ver.

( to see lineart better )

[denieatsart]

@unknownarmageddon

Apocalyptic Kross au energy but Killer gets the beer

Guys do u know that one meme where there's a girl and like a bodyguard (???) ordering drinks and the waiter give them the wrong drinks so they switch them on the last panel,???????? BECAUSE I C1NT FING IT^

[sillygoofyqueer]

OI To the very few people who follow me (hello hello by the way) I think- I think y'all should check out this lil tag/story created by @unknownarmageddon below. You don't even need to understand Undertale/ the AUs to appreciate this fucking gorgeous story they have made with friends and asks I am invested - especially with the distance arc (I see me I see me in Killer Oh n o) And it just--- It makes me so happy y'all. So like. CHECK IT OUT :DDD

[canine-teethed-sheets]

so as yall know, when i get inspired by aus i REALLY like, i tend to uhhhhh STEAL it :)) /J /J /J

sO

i got inspired by my good friend @unknownarmageddon 's apocalyptic kross au and thought " .... what if i make.... MY GAYS too..... " so i picked errordream because. yes

this was the whole page of my book btw :))

[unknownarmageddon]

      Killer watched Cross from where he was sat, slumped, legs up against his chest, pressed into a corner of the crumbling building they sought shelter in. He rest his head on the wall beside him. Cross was tending to the fire he had gotten going, and fiddling with his backpack, a handful of feet in front of Killer.

       The fire’s light and warmth barely reached Killer from where he was, and so he was cold and shrouded by shadow. He watched its flames dance, but really he was focused on Cross in the corner of his vision. Cross didn’t look at him. Maybe he glanced up at him, once, twice, but Killer acted like he didn’t notice. There was so much distance between them now, had been for a painfully long time. He felt it. It made him so tired. 

        Killer felt weighted down, heavy. Sluggish. Like he just wanted to sink into the concrete below him. Cross wasn’t there to pull him out now. 

          Eventually, he watched as Cross killed the fire. Darkness swelled to fill the building, and Killer could only barely see the vague outline of Cross’ body now. Killer shifted to a slightly more comfortable position, assuming this was Cross getting ready for bed.

     But then Cross didn’t move. Instead he pulled something white, about the size of his head, from his backpack. Killer couldn’t quite make out what it was, but he saw Cross mess with it. In the silence that came with the dark, the sound of plastic clicking came to him. 

      Cross was oddly gentle with it, Killer noticed, as he carefully, slowly, did what Killer could only assume was inserting batteries into it. 

    Batteries? Couldn’t be. Those were a precious resource now. Batteries meant electricity, and electricity was as valuable as life. People sought them like water in a desert. Especially since by now, they had all either corroded or been snatched up by other scavengers. Where in the hell did Cross get batteries. And how long had he been looking. 

      Killer sat up just a bit straighter, squinting at this object Cross held. What was it. 

       Cross stood. Killer heard the brushing of his clothes. He stepped over toward Killer, eyes not fully on him. He paused a hesitant couple feet away, and when Killer didn’t react, he sat down beside him. But not too close.

       Killer now saw that the white thing was a short cylinder with a navy blue dome protruding from the top. All of it sat on the bottom half of a cone that stuck out underneath. It was placed in front of Killer, then Cross pressed a button on its side.

     Stars erupted from the dome, spewing out from every side and scattering across the ceiling and the walls. They seemed to stretch on forever, reaching every corner light could. The skeletons were instantly illuminated by a soft blue-white light; Killer saw stars dancing and spinning on Cross’s face, and he became visible to him again. 

     Killer’s soul almost exploded. He felt it flare, spark, like a fresh wildfire. He was surprised his ribcage didn’t cave in. He wrapped his arms around his legs, stared with wide eyes, tracing the ceiling. He couldn’t fucking believe it.

     Stars. Almost proper stars, too, not the triangular ones in children’s star projectors. Maybe there were even real constellations in this thing. 

      It was beautiful. Christ, it was fucking beautiful. It felt unreal. And to think, all this was held in that little bit of plastic in front of him. 

      Killer could almost make himself believe it was the real thing. He could almost pretend the dark dusty concrete above him was the night sky, he could almost pretend these stars weren’t powered by just batteries. That the bomb-smog had finally settled and the stars had come back. It was damn close, anyway.

God, when was the last time he saw stars? It felt like he was a kid again, truly looking up at the sky at night for the first time, when everything was new and wonderful. 

“…I.. I remember you saying how much you missed the stars.“ Cross spoke up softly. “Figured this would be the next best thing.” 

     Killer felt his cheeks grow wet, and his vision was blurred by the dark tar now pouring from his sockets. He wiped at it, if only to keep seeing the specs of light. 

      This star projector was a promise. They both knew it the moment it turned on. It was a promise. A whisper. A promise of how Cross cared so much it almost hurt. A promise of their survival. Not just physical, literal, survival, but their survival. Together. A promise of them getting out of this pit, bridging the distance, refounding the proximity. A reiteration of all the nights they spent sharing warmth in the same sleeping bag. 

        Fuck holy matrimonies and rings, none of that mattered now in the end of the world. Not in the same way. But this projector….. Cross had seen Killer mourning the stars and given them back to him. Cross had fucking given him the stars. 

God, he had even found batteries. Batteries. 

   At some point Cross had moved closer. Killer didn’t care. He leaned on his shoulder, and his soul burst all over again from feeling his warmth on him after however long it’d been. It was a warmth that made him want to just melt into him and not ever think about the world. 

     Maybe things would be okay. It’d take some more time, but maybe it would end up okay. 

apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @psycho-chair, and @denieatsart

[unknownarmageddon]

wasteland baby, i’m in love with you

killer belongs to rahafwabas cross belongs to jael peñaloza apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @denieatsart, and @biopsyofaspeck!!!!

[unknownarmageddon]

oh, but you’re good to me

cross belongs jael peñaloza killer belongs to rahafwabas apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @biopsyofaspeck, and @denieatsart

[unknownarmageddon]

uh i don’t really actually have a caption for this one. various killers in their crosses’ jackets. yeag

killer belongs to rahafwabas apocalyptic kross au (right) belongs to me, @denieatsart and @psycho-chair rental suits (left) belongs to me and chair

[unknownarmageddon]

Hunters, Scavengers

cross belongs to jael peñaloza killer belongs to rahafwabas apocalyptic kross au belongs to me, @psycho-chair, and @denieatsart

[unknownarmageddon]

in the back of my mind

Cross belongs to Jael Peñaloza Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Apocalyptic Kross AU belongs to me, @psycho-chair, and @denieatsart

[unknownarmageddon]

Unsure what to caption this

Cross belongs to Jael Peñaloza Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Apocalyptic Kross AU belongs to me and @denieatsart

[unknownarmageddon]

Cause she’s 2000 light years away

Had this ask from @psycho-chair rattling around in my brain and it gave me such a vivid mental image I felt compelled to draw it idk

Killer belongs to rahafwabas Apocalyptic Kross AU belongs to me and @denieatsart

[unknownarmageddon]

Grenade

OUH something about aka. i’m thinking like. they’re up against another group of scavengers just like always but one of the scavengers has somehow ended up with a grenade. and like a grenade is a quality item those things are like. nowhere. so immediately cross and killer realize they gotta run they gotta book it. but they’re just a bit too slow. cause the ground theyre running on’s all rough and turned up and covered in rubble and junk so they stumble and fall and killer’s starting to lag behind. so cross darts back and grabs him and wraps him in his arms.

and then the grenade’s thrown. and it goes off. right behind them. like a few feet off but it still feels like the fire from it is crawling over cross’s back and they’re launched by the force of it and maybe one of them almost goes unconscious. but cross gets up again and doesn’t let go of killer once and then they’re running again. and somehow they manage to make it, they get out, they get to cover. and i have entirely no idea where i’m going with this but something something cross’s back getting kinda fucked up and burned from the blast and not really being able to be as mobile as they were for a while and him having to help killer nurse him and them being holed up in some ditch for a while. and yknow there’s not much first aid stuff available but it’s *bad* bad and idk. there’s something there

[unknownarmageddon]

[unknownarmageddon]

Pretty happy with this,,,

Killer belongs to Rahafwabas Cross belongs to Jael Peñaloza the Apocalyptic Kross AU is owned by me and Apocalypse Anon