Edge and Rus sleeping in the forest! Edge has wrapped Rus in his cloak because he’s cold and he’s holding Rus :crying_sobbing_face: And Rus is sleeping but Edge is looking at him–either happily or sadly >:) Depending on the mood you want.

paintys-actual-art:

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alice why do you always give me good ideas that make me get carried away XDD

i’ve posted a few versions of it here, because according to my tablet one is pitch black, but on my laptop it looks fine :/ :shrug: i hope this is alright!

Painty!!!! T-T You’re spoiling me! This is incredible. You drew the forest beautifully. And the precious boys! I love this so much. The expressions are just warming my heart. The fondness in Edge’s face, how peaceful Rus looks. ❤ Thank you so much!!

GIMME STUFF TO DRAW!!

paintys-actual-art:

hey guys XD its been awhile, i havent had any motivation to draw >_< opps
send me some asks of things to draw! im more likely to draw things with the skeles so maybe just some things with them? thank you! 😀

you dont have to send any of course (i might now even draw any i get because i might not be able to get myself to draw) but it would be appreciated! <333

Send Painty some art requests!

FIC: Biting Off More Than You Can Chew; part 2

keelywolfe:

Summary:

Rus needs some answers and there is only one Monster in Underswap who might have them.

Tags: heatfic, dubious consent, NSFW, frenemies to lovers, mates, first time, more if I think of them

PLEASE READ THE TAGS: This is a Heat story, so there are going to be issues of consent. I don’t do partner rape, nope, but hey, I want to be straight with y’all. I like heatfics personally, but I understand how they can be troubling for some people. So there it is. 

There is still no explicit sex in this chapter. There will be eventually. 

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I really appreciate everyone who’s been tagging their Delta Rune spoilers. Thank you, guys! Unfortunately, it means 95% of my dash is blocked lol. I’m probably going to be avoiding tumblr until I can play the game (which will likely be a while still), just on the off chance I stumble across any un-tagged spoilers.

itsladykit:

Troubled Souls – 15

Characters – Swap Asgore, Swap Papyrus, Fell Papyrus

Relationships – Swap Papgore, past Spicyhoney

Tags – skelepreg, inappropriate feelings regarding pregnancy, relationship angst, miscarriage.

Please note—at this time, I cannot tag for the fic on the whole, as it isn’t completed yet. If you’re concerned, then please DM me with specific questions or wait until Halloween, when this fic will be posted in its entirety on AO3 with all relevant tags. Until then, I can say this—

This fic contains references to BODY DYSMORPHIA, PREGNANCY TREATED AS HORROR, SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE EMOTIONS RELATED TO PREGNANCY AND HAVING CHILDREN, RELATIONSHIP TROUBLES, and DISCUSSION OF ABORTION AND/OR MISCARRIAGE (not played for angst).

Brace yourself.

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Ohhh poor Rus! For once, I actually want this to go well for him. Boy deserves a break. And an Edgelord.

itsladykit:

Here. Have a shitpost

I’ve been holding onto this idea all year and I’ll be damned if I miss my opportunity to use it.

“so you’re—“

“DEATH.”

“right. of course. i should have guessed.”

“ARE YOU A CLOWN, LAZY-ME?”

Rus turned to display his outfit—which was just his normal clothes but with a bright red clown nose stuck in his nasal aperture. “nah. can’t you tell? i’m a funny bone.”

Papyrus gave him a blank look, then turned to Edge. “AH, YOU LOOK VERY GOOD, EDGY-ME…BUT…WHERE’S YOUR COSTUME?”

“I’m not wearing one.”

“BUT! IT’S A COSTUME PARTY!? YOU CAN’T GO WITHOUT A COSTUME.”

“Watch me.”

Papyrus looked at both of them, shaking his head. “I AM EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED IN BOTH OF YOU. NEXT YEAR, I AM HELPING YOU BOTH FIND APPROPRIATE COSTUMES.”

“Tha’s what I been tellin’ em!” Twist said, walking into the living room. He was dressed in leather and chains, and he carried a can of gasoline. “It’s a damn shame, is what it is.” He looked at Papyrus, then grinned. “Death?”

Papyrus beamed and struck a pose. “INDEED. ‘TIS I! THAT MOST NOBLE OF SKELETONS—DEATH HIMSELF.” His haughty mein faded and he looked Twist over. “…ARE YOU DRESSED AS EDGY-ME?” Rus snorted at that, and Edge’s scowl deeped.

“Ghost Rider,” Twist said. He hefted the can of gasoline. “Gotta put the finishin’ touch on my costume, then we c’n head out.”

“OKAY…?”

Twist beamed and stepped outside.

Papyrus watched him go. “…HE WON’T…PLEASE TELL ME HE’S NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO SET HIMSELF ON FIRE.”

“dunno.”

“Cash gave even odds. Personally, my money’s on ‘yes’.”

Papyrus looked at both of them, but neither moved. He sighed heavily, and followed Twist outside. “TWISTED-ME? WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT FIRE SAFETY AND TAKING JOKES TOO FAR.”