Rating: E
Tags: Male masturbation, dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, praise kink, gags, genitals used, but no penetrative sex, papcest.
YES. Exquisite! I fucking loved the dynamic here. And. Holy fuck. That dirty talk. Beautiful. This was excellent.
Rating: E
Tags: Male masturbation, dom/sub dynamics, voyeurism, praise kink, gags, genitals used, but no penetrative sex, papcest.
YES. Exquisite! I fucking loved the dynamic here. And. Holy fuck. That dirty talk. Beautiful. This was excellent.

「Dealing with the rest of the skelefamily is not (emotionally) risk free, so fuck those guys.」
footnote from @askellie’s drabble “Mind on the Money; Eyes on the wall”, based on jotman’s drawing and ladykit’s character settings, hitting me right in the feels
Oohhhhh, gosh. This is too beautiful. My goodness. Holy fuck. The colours alone are lovely–and Cash. He’s gorgeous. This is incredible.
Summary:
Edge could still feel the two small puncture wounds at his neck, tingling with Rus’s venom. And it felt incredible. Intoxicating. Edge couldn’t stop thinking about it. The rush of euphoria, Rus’s fangs on his bones, the feeling of his own magic fuelling the lifeforce of another being.
Oh, there was something so deeply wrong with Edge.
Warnings:
Self-loathing, self-disgust, mild mental instability, brief non-graphic violence, brief unwanted sexual comments.
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This chapter involves a lot of strikethrough text and formatting–which tumblr loves to mess up–so I’ll be adding the full chapter here a bit later when I have more time. Sorry to anyone who prefers that format to AO3!
Honestly… not sure how happy I am with this chapter? But, hopefully you still find it somewhat entertaining.
To summarise the events of this chapter: things are getting a bit messy, both inside and outside of Edge’s head.
Full chapter beneath the cut!
Argent Night – Chapter 7: Crumbling Sentiments
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Archive of Our Own
Ohhh, thank you so much! It honestly fills my heart with joy to hear that you’re enjoying it. I love playing with Edge and Rus’s dynamic–this fic differs a bit from how I normally portray them, but I’m having so much fun with it. Thank you again! This really made my day. ^^
Oh, thank you! I’m so glad. I’ve been anticipating that shift since the very beginning hehe. It was a difficult chapter to figure out, so I’m glad it came across okay. ^_^

The answer to both of those questions: only if you’re not @paintys-actual-art.

They will see us waving from such great heights
“Come down now,” they’ll say
But everything looks perfect from far away
“Come down now,” but we’ll stay– such great heights, Iron and Wine.

The Cast
Papyrus-The canon boy, makes a mean plate of spaghetti. Can indeed say fuck.
Edge-The edgy boy, holds the group together. Don’t bother fighting him.
Honey-The anxious boy, needs some space. Protecc.
Slim-The quiet boy, hides a darkness. Eats raw ravioli from the can.
Cash-The rich boy, comes from a low place. Owns too many vehicles.
Twist-The crazy boy, knows his way around a car. Not afraid to kick yer ass.
Portugal-The jackass boy, quick witted and sharp tongued. Likes getting beat up.