I’ve had this idea for a while and finally got around to it. I have seen the poem around a lot and thought it worked for these three, this has probably been done before though…
((I tried my best with this, sorry if it isn’t quite what we talked about. I am realizing that I’m not good with Edgey-boy having feelings haha… This ended up being more flirting than angst… sorry about that! Feel free to send another request in and thank you for this one! ))
“goddammit.” The moment Stretch had gotten the call about an armed robbery committed by a monster, he had feared it would be Edge. By the time he had gotten to the scene of the crime, the assailant should have been long gone. But it was Edge and of course he wouldn’t be gone. Stretch lowered his gun, not bothering to hide his irritation, only glad that everyone but he and Edge were out of the house. So he could properly lay into him. “what the hell is wrong with you? i let you run off last time we met and you already get cau…” Edge smirked at him, leaning back against the door to the basement. “you… did this on purpose? why?”
“How the hell else am I supposed to talk to you, when you don’t answer any of my calls?”
Stretch stepped up to the other skeleton and spoke through gritted teeth, “stop calling me when my brother is home. he’ll recognize your voice from tv.”
Edge looked him over, brows knitted together. “You’re a terrible fucking cop, you know that? I told you, nothing is going to stop me.”
“nothing’ll stop you from getting caught, is that what you mean?” Stretch re-holstered his gun and rested an elbow near Edge’s head, leaning in as he glared at the pointy-teeth skeleton who wasn’t even close to being scared of him.
“Are you going to take me in, Captain? Throw me in prison so you can forget and move on with your life?” Edge bit out, his arms still crossed, even as Stretch pressed him into the door.
“is… is that why you’re doing this?”
Edge moved one of his hands to play with the badge that hung on Stretch’s chest. “Are you angry?”
The cop only pushed closer against him, something burning in his chest. “no, i… i’m not.”
Surprise @abadtime! I was your
Secret Santa for @undertalesecretsanta! I hope you like my take on one of my favorite scenes of your fic, the final climactic scene in the cavern to show just how large this beast really is! The writing of this chapter really stuck with me and I had to draw it out!
Being ABadTime’s SS for the art swap, this finally gave me an excuse
to set time aside to read their fic “The Best of Times, the Worst of
Times”. I’ve been meaning to read it for a while, so this was nice getting to actually read it. I’ve been hearing great stuff about it! It was also pretty funny to me getting to be their SS, cause ever since I drew my GB!Sans pic, people have mistaken it for their Sans. I’m glad I got to finally draw
Head canon where Frisk dies at the end of the Pacifist run, but because they are magical and have save powers, they turn into a monster/skeleton instead!
I said I was going to draw Stretch wearing a pair of cruggs, and draw him wearing them I frikking did! and I was so not supposed to colour this as detailed as I did, even though it isn’t that detailed, but still kinda detailed xD
This was just supposed to be a sketch, but the sketch turned out so frikking sketchy so I had to colour it a bit, and then I got carried away like usual, but still had allot of fun with this, only thing I am not like super happy with is that Berry’s damn arms are hella weird and also not thick enough alongside the the slouch of his back it looks a bit weird, and that Stretch’s mouth is like a bit way too high up on his face, but this was just a fun sketch anyhow so no need to be so picky and also it is frikking done so too late <:
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