Oh, man. You caught me at the absolutely worst time—I am craving fluff and I cannot resist this prompt. (Or the best time, depending in your perspective.)
Papcest below:
Cash busied himself in the kitchen, chopping vegetables for stir-fry. He’d been skeptical when Edge had dared him to give cooking a try, but he had to admit, it was strangely satisfying. And it was nice not having to listen to Twist bitch about eating take-out five nights in a row.
While he worked, he started humming quietly. He honestly didn’t even realize he was doing it until the humming turned into soft singing. He stopped as soon as he realized he was doing it. He paused his chopping and listened intently. Twist and Slim were home, but last time he’d seen them, they’d been sleeping together upstairs. Emphasis on the “sleeping”.
The house was quiet. They were likely still sleeping. He could easily…. Refocusing on the vegetables, he allowed himself to resume his quiet singing.
He was good, and he knew it, but it wasn’t a skill he could take pride in. It was just so…Tale-verse. He’d rather keep it to himself. Though there were times when music seemed to well up without his consent, threatening to burst from him. He usually swallowed back the urge, but confident in his privacy, he was happy to be given the chance to let loose. A small smile tugged at his mouth, and his shoulders relaxed, contentment causing his soul to thrum.
After his brother died, after the human came through and destroyed everything he’d ever known…he’d thought his life was over. He’d thought there was nothing more for him. His soul swelled, warmth flooding him as he reflected with gratitude on the life he’d built with Twist and Slim. He’d never imagined he could be so…happy.
“Pretty song, sweetheart,” Twist said, startling Cash enough that he nearly lost the tip of his finger. “I didn’ know ya could sing.”
Blushing a brilliant purple, Cash spun on his toes, only to realize it wasn’t just Twist in the doorway—Slim stood beside him, smiling softly. He tried to speak, but all that came out was a garbled protest, earning a raised brow-bone and a concerned look. “you okay?” Slim asked, stepping into the kitchen.
Swallowing his embarrassment, Cash lifted his chin. “i’m—“ He stopped. Cleared his throat. “i’m fine. what are you two doing in here? isn’t it your nap time or something?”
Twist and Slim exchanged another look. Then they both slipped into the room, coming to stand on either side of him. As always, Twist was bolder—he actually slipped his hand under Cash’s hoodie, clasping the top of his iliac crest. “ ‘s matta, sweetheart? Yer lookin’ a little tense there.”
“fuck off,” Cash snapped at him, “i’m trying to make dinner, you asshole.”
Slim just stood beside him, close enough for their arms to brush. “…your voice is nice,” he said quietly, “you should sing more often.”
Cash’s cheekbones flushed. “i wasn’t—“
“He’s right, sweetheart. Yer voice is—hnnn real nice. ‘S real nice.”
Still blushing, Cash looked between them. Then he lifted his chin. “of course it is.” It was the only thing he could think to say. “you expected anything less?”
His lovers shared another significant look, both of them smiling. Before he could get offended, though, Twist leaned in and nuzzled his cervical vertebrae, then kissed along his jawbone. He settled his other hand on Cash’s sternum, murmuring, “Never, darlin’. Jus’ disappoin’ed ya didn’ wanna sing fer us sooner.”
He swallowed, trying to remain stern and unaffected…but heat spread outward from his soul and magic pooled in his mouth. “i wasn’t singing for—hgn—you. i was—“
“would you?” Slim stood in front of him, one hand clasped around his and the other resting low on his ribcage.
Cash swallowed tightly, looking between them. “well—“
Mischief sparked in Twist’s eyelight. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he said to Slim, “bet ya we can get ‘im ta sing fer us, yeah?”
A slow smile spread across Slim’s features. “i think we can,” he said.
Here, have an extremely rough sketch of Edge over here.
—Submitted by @gamergirl0125
Aw!!!!! He’s so precious! I love him! Poor grumpy boy. Thank you so much! He’s really adorable, and I very much appreciate the time and effort you put into it! ^_^
I love my purring skeletons. Why do they purr? It’s cute. (I don’t actually care if it doesn’t make sense—let me have this. Lol.)
So, some purring headcanons about our boys:
Papyrus
He actually doesn’t purr very often because he’s always very busy, running around, doing things—he doesn’t really allow himself to sit down and relax. The only time he consistently purrs is when Sans is tucking him in at night. Papyrus purrs while Sans reads to him. He will also deliberately purr if he’s trying to calm someone down. He’ll purr if he’s with Red too. Red can get him to purr very easily.
Sans
All Sans-es have a weak spot: their coronal suture. Scratch along their coronal suture, and they will purr if they’re relaxed enough. Sans is no different, but he also just purrs a lot in general. Relaxing at Grillby’s bar after closing? Falling asleep on the couch? Dog sleeping on top of him? This boy will purr over anything.
Rus
It’s also very easy to get Rus to purr. Especially if he’s just had a good meal, and he’s curled on the couch next to Edge someone he cares about.
Blue
A mix of Papyrus and Sans, really. He’s normally too busy to relax and settle down, but if he is relaxed and at ease, it’s very easy to get him to purr.
Edge
…He almost never purrs. He’s too alert and on edge to be relaxed enough to purr. It isn’t impossible, but it is very, very difficult. When he does purr, it’s soft and stuttering. You could miss it if you aren’t listening for it.
Red
Edge and Papyrus can get him to purr with no problem, but he’s generally pretty reluctant to purr. He has to feel safe, and that’s a bit difficult for him.
Slim
It would be easy to make him purr—just a little kindness really—except he gets embarrassed by it, and stops almost as soon as he starts. With some encouragement and in the right environment, he could overcome that, though.
Razz
His coronal suture is still a weak point—it will cause him to purr. But he’d likely be a bit like his brother. He wouldn’t want to purr in front of anyone else.
Twist
He’s a bit like Sans—he’ll purr over anything, but his purr is also kind of messed up. It stops and starts, rather than maintaining a consistent rhythm. It’s also very loud.
Blackberry
His purr is very soft, and he’s more likely to purr intentionally rather than out of genuine feeling. It signals to his brother “I’m alright, I’m safe” so he’ll start purring to soothe Twist, even if he’s pretty upset himself. Twist can get him to purr genuinely, though.
Cash
He doesn’t purr very often, so he’s always surprised when he does start purring. He’ll always startle and stop purring…then slowly ease back into it. (Slim, Rus, and Twist would all take great pleasure in getting this guy to purr.)
Purring skeletons!
One of my favourite headcanons. Thank you, Kit ;-;
Okay, try this one for size. So surface world, monsters find jobs yeah? Swap!Pap finds a perfect job for himself: being a cuddle buddy. It’s literally everything he could want in a job: he can lay down all day, sleep whenever he wants, and just exist while someone cuddles him.
One day a rough skeleton enters for a cuddle session and gets Swap!Pap. Said rough skeleton–who says his name is edge, which surprisingly fits his look–complains about how his brother made him come and why would he sit around for an hour and do absolutely nothing where there are SO MANY OTHER THINGS he could be doing?! Swap!Pap, already kind of slightly peeved that his relaxing atmosphere is being overrun by this jittery guy, convinces Edge to just try laying down and seeing how it feels, and the strangest thing happens: Edge fucking purrs.
Swap!Pap is smitten by this unexpected cute side of him. Embarrassed, Edge leaves and vows to never return, but ofc he comes back, how else would the slow burn happen? hahaha
Fake Date: Canon Grillby. Okay the BF literally just gave me this idea because he was reminded of an episode of Rooster Teeth Animated Adventures with a similar event lololol.
So imagine, surface world Swap Papyrus goes to Grillby’s restaurant for the first time. I figure the monsters have been on the surface for awhile so it ends up being a pretty nice place, a popular hot spot (heh) for humans that wanna mingle with monsters. Because there’s like zero tables available on this busy fucking friday night, Swap!Pap sits at the bar and orders some sort of drink or beer or something from Grillby, who he finds quiet, yet approachable.
Enter in a group of humans that go to the bar and find Swap!Pap very very attractive, so they flirt hard. Asking him about his species, what he likes to do, blah blah. Swap!Pap is getting anxious and overwhelmed but of course he didn’t come there with anyone else, so he panics and blurts out the first thing that comes to mind. “i’m here with my fiance!”….while pointing at Grillby.
Thankfully Grillby has some experience with this sort of thing and smoothly falls into his role 😉
Enemies to Lovers: Fell Grillby. I really love writing these guys hating each other omg. But I can’t think of any scenarios wtf….
Okay, let’s try this. Barista/Coffeeshop AU. Swap!Pap goes to get some sweet sweet glucose with some milk one day, so he goes to a coffeeshop, and he meets one of the regular baristas, the tall drink of skeleton, Edge. He’s instantly smitten so he’s trying to flirt with him, getting to know him and shit. Edge is all business and gives him his drink, and Swap!Pap goes to his table to rethink his strategy because he isn’t letting that hot guy walk away.
While he’s thinking a new guy sits himself down at his table, a large, purple fire elemental who tells him in no uncertain terms that he has a stake on Edge and there’s no way some fucking plain ass skeleton in a hoodie is going to beat him.
Cue Stretch and Fell!Grillby fighting for Edge’s attention, getting increasingly more weird and invasive about it to the point of both of them playing a boombox loudly on Edge’s front lawn. Now, instead of Edge coming out to yell at them, some new guy appears and tells them that he’s edge’s husband and they’re ‘really being quite loud so if you wouldn’t mind leaving and never coming back, thanks.’
They’re both sad and decide to drown their troubles in alcohol, and well, drunken shenanagians ensue.
Seriously! All of these ideas are so adorable–must. not. get. inspiration!
Damn you! I especially love the last one. “Fighting over another person before realising there’s actually some intense sexual chemistry between us” is one of my favourites.
EDIT: And holy shit! How could I forget to mention the professional cuddle buddy? What a pure profession!
I’ve been wanting to share pics of my kitten for awhile and jut snapped the latest pic of him today. From 2 months to 9, frog pillow foot for scale. He’s still a baby, just a very big baby who has a favorite black cat toy he refuses to destroy and often cuddles with it. This is Binx, my annoying little shit whom I love dearly.
Ooh, man, I’m sorry. I completely forgot I had this in my ask box! Here’s a shitpost for you–with special guest stars Red, Edge, and Razz.
Slim regarded the three options set out on the table in front of him with distaste. “marry,” he said definitively, pointing to the maple syrup.
Red eyed him, cocking a brow-bone. “seriously? ya’d choose that sweet shit over beer? it doesn’ even get ya drunk.”
Slim shrugged. “it also doesn’t taste like it was scraped from the gutter,” he muttered, earning a snort from Red. He glanced wearily at the remaining options, the corners of his mouth turned down into a grimace. “i suppose i’d…” He shook his head in disgust, turning to his brother for assistance.
Razz only huffed, shaking his head. “Don’t look at me, mutt. I wouldn’t go anywhere near those foul excuses for sustenance.”
Edge hummed in thought, slowly approaching the table. “The real question is–which would you be able to tolerate for a single night? I suppose consuming the beer would at least erase your memory–granted you have enough.”
Razz nodded in concession. “Sound reasoning. But wouldn’t it be more satisfactory to eliminate the beer from existence? It’s a putrid drink.”
“As putrid as that greasy circle of cheese?” Edge scoffed. “I truthfully thought you had better taste than that, Razz.”
Indignant, Razz marched forward, yanking the pizza and beer can to the front of the table. “Are you honestly telling me you would rather endure the taste of warm piss in your mouth for a night than suffer a little grease? You astound me, Lieutenant.”
As Edge and Razz bickered, Red tugged at Slim’s sleeve, drawing his gaze downward. “hey, uh–how ‘bout ya forget the pizza an’ beer an’ i show ya somethin’ really worth fuckin’?” He winked casually, though a pale tinge of colour lighted his cheekbones.
Dipping his head with a small smile, Slim nodded, following Red upstairs. It only came to their brothers’ attention that they were missing when the sounds of their ‘absence’ became too loud to ignore.
Neither Razz nor Edge could deny that Slim had made a wise choice.
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