characters who crave affection but at the same time have no idea how to respond to actually receiving it due to the fact theyve rarely ever experienced it are my absolute favourite
So the Sans-type personalities can all teleport, right? Well what if there was like a romcom scenario where instead of like tripping and falling on their love interest, they just keep shortcutting in front of them. Like they weren’t even trying to go there, but because their crush was there they just appeared…
On the surface, Rus keeps appearing in the Fellbrothers’ house. It happens so frequently that Edge starts setting out coffee for him in the mornings.
…then one day, Slim shows up out of nowhere, embarrassed and blushing. Thankfully, Rus isn’t jealous, especially since it isn’t clear whether Slim is here for Edge or Rus. Or maybe he’s here for both.
Edge, of course, continues to be confused—especially since Red has started leaving as soon as Rus or Slim appears beside him. It’s awkward, but they’re all starting to get used to it. Even coming to get to know each other better. Soon enough, Edge is inviting them over, rather than waiting for them to appear.
Once Cash appears things start to get weird. Because he doesn’t stick around. He just glares at everyone, then turns on his heel and leaves. Slim eventually manages to coax him into staying.
He’s slowly starting to come around…then Twist barges in through the door, loudly announcing that they aren’t allowed to have an orgy without him, damnit!
I don’t need a daddy kink out of a damn shitpost alright I don’t need to be sitting here thinking about Slim asking Daddy Cash to make him feel good alright you look here I’ll have none of this Cash telling Slim to let him take care of everything just No
Should I not mention that @alicedragons and I have already decided that Twist would absolutely call Cash “sugar daddy”, if only because Cash would hate it?
I don’t need a daddy kink out of a damn shitpost alright I don’t need to be sitting here thinking about Slim asking Daddy Cash to make him feel good alright you look here I’ll have none of this Cash telling Slim to let him take care of everything just No
Should I not mention that @alicedragons and I have already decided that Twist would absolutely call Cash “sugar daddy”, if only because Cash would hate it?
(That sounds like the name of a porn. I swear this isn’t that NSFW.)
Cash watched suspiciously as Rus
and Slim spoke quietly to each other across the room, turning occasionally to
shoot him quick glances. He could also feel Twist’s observant eye lingering on
him—which was never a good sign.
Rus suddenly let out a barely-stifled
snort, his sockets growing wide as he looked at Cash, Slim making hurried
attempts to hush him.
Patience diminishing, Cash
marched over to them, trying to quell the furious blush on his cheekbones. “something
you’d like to share with the group, assholes?” he asked shortly, frustration
slipping into his voice.
Slim quickly shook his head, but
Rus was smirking. Stepping into Cash’s personal space, he hummed, trailing a
finger down his chest. “hmm… i can think of one or two things i’d like to share
with you,” he purred, leaning in to nibble at Cash’s jaw.
Hot magic coalesced in Cash’s
mouth, but he swallowed it back, trying to remain indignant. “no.” He pushed
Rus away, earning him a pout. “you’re not getting anything from me.”
“But—Patches, look at ‘im.” Cash
flinched as Twist came up behind him to rest his head on his shoulder and rest
his hands on his iliac crests. “He’s been such a good boy—don’ ya think ‘e
deserves a reward?” As if to emphasize the point, Rus beamed, rocking back and
forth on his feet with his hands clasped behind his back.
Cash might have found the
expression adorable were it not for the implications behind it. Pulling away
from Twist sharply, he straightened his jacket, lifting his head. “this may
surprise you lot, but i actually still possess my dignity—i suggest you retire
this ridiculous game.”
Slim, Rus, and Twist all watched
him with downcast eyes, like… like naughty children in the schoolyard, Cash conceded
bitterly. Then, almost simultaneously, they murmured, “Sorry, daddy.”
Cash later came to realise he’d
played right into their hands.
i’ve yet to write a piece that included the purple swapfells. i’m here to remedy that. (i’m on mobile like the godless heathen i am so take this unedited nonsense)
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Once upon a time in a place where there were gods and monsters, but mostly monsters, there were some skeletons. “Wow!” Said a skeleton we shall call Papyrus, as that is his name, “I sure am a skeleton!”
And indeed he was.
So some shit about them like having alternates and stuff, and Payrus is actually pretty great. I love him. Treat him well please don’t make him stupid give him the depth he deserves. I would die for him. Most others woul d die for Papyrus, despite his uncomfortableness with such a fact. Don’t die for me, he thinks, but live! And something edgy but positive like that.
So one day Papyrus was hanging out with Papyrus and Papyrus and Papyrus and Sans and Sans and Sans and Sans (but for confusions sake we will call them by their most common names) when there was an explosion!!!1!1!
“What was that!” Screamed Fell.
“It was an explosion dumbass,” backflipped Razz.
“I am high on marijuana” said Slim, the comedic relief. Every stopped and stared at him and the dozens of blunts hanging from him mouth before they all collectively shrugged at the same time and went downstairs to the basement? Which is where the machine was.
(AN: I didn’t mean to click the question mark but i’m keeping it.)
Slim javelin threw himself onto the floor of the basement, down the stairs.
“Wow,” said the hoodie papyrus, “even more hot topic.” He was orange and gay.
At the bottom in the room that wasn’t actually hot topic, orange guy lied to us, were some purple. “That’s some purple,” said Red, always stating the obvious.
“Color me surprised” said Sans with the obligatory pun. The author is bad at jokes leave me alone.
“Bitch,” said one of the purples. He was tall and had an eyepatch like he was cosplaying johnny depp (except even with as shitty as Cash is i actually enjoy looking at media that contains him oh burn take that mr “what does my face actually look like no one knows”) and he was purple. Did I mention purple? I did. The purple who was probably. A papyrus since he was tall, unless he was just a really tall Sans but he wasn’t, stood up. “I like money.”
Slim sat up. “Hey can you be my sugar daddy? I need a father figure in my life.”
Purple- I mean Cash (unless you wanna call him daddy I think Slim might, eyyy self-high-five)- stopped snorting baking soda from a ziplock bag and shrugged apathetically.
“Well that’s settled,” said Blue, mostly because I can’t remember if I made him talk yet or not.
But it wasn’t settled because they were forgetting the short purple guy. Much like many of the individuals that I, the author, personally know, as short purple is left out even though I care about him. Include him. I care. I care about him.
“I think there’s another one,” said Razz, perceptive as always, as he gestured to the skeleton in clear view in front of all of them in the middle of the well-lit basement in the very damn center, wow he’s been overlooked fancy that.
The skeleton breathed. They were all amazed. “Let’s call him Black for the color scheme that we stopped following after naming two of us,” said Red.
“That’s racist.”
“No, like Blackberry.” Said Red to whoever spoke, take your pick.
Slim stopped sucking dick long enough to look over. “I thought there was a Blackberry already?”
“No, no,” said Fell. He knew what was going on. “Twistfell isn’t here. Get your shit together.”
Papyrus spoke up for the first time since the start. “But what will we do if we interact with them?”
“We’ll call the one that everybody loves B.B., like the gun,” explained Fell.
“Badass.” Stretch nodded. Now he, too, had more than one line a dialogue. I think.
“I guess I like the legend of zelda or some shit,” said Black. He had a triforce eye. Is there a purple triforce? All I’ve played is Breath of the Wild (i love that game it’s so great).
Blue looked at Razz, who was no longer purple but like a darkish blue? For confusions sake. Can you imagine having two purples running around? Ha ha, wild. “I’m going to fuck him tonight,” Blue said. Rotten-squared-berry.
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