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messedupessy:

HAPPY EASTER YA BUTTS (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Ahhh finally got this done I started and finished this in just one day woohoo go frikking me ahh take that computer you can’t stop me from arting!

Pfftt anyhow, I couldn’t pass up on drawing these two in bunny costumes, even though I could had done that any time I wanted but I like using things as an excuse, this time it’s Easter even though I do not celebrate it like at all, but hey tis the bunny season ye and Stretch in a sexy bunny outfit gives me flippin life ok and the two of them are totally making a bunch of Easter and bunny related puns, and I just realised that 1st of April is totally their day like total prank wars with each other and prolly others, or maybe they like decide not to do anything making everyone else hella nervous to what they’re plotting but they aien’t plotting nothing pfft xD

Pretty damn happy with how this turned out, had allot of troubles starting on it as I had done like a tiny stick figure version of it in my sketchbook which I then tried to use as a ref but kept on failing to get the pose as close to it as I wanted, I even tried to draw this on the comp but after two failed attempts I gave up, but then finally I got it to work, very happy with the shadows and lights on Stretch’s outfit, I was considering colouring it and some other parts of the pic but decided not to as I like how it looks like, also happy with Stretch’s left hand the one with the cig, not overly happy with their faces as they do not convey truly what I wanted but couldn’t be bothered to try to fix it, I do like Stretch’s face tho even though it is not what I wanted, Stretch turned out a bit too short and Sans a bit too tall and big, and that he isn’t sitting properly on the egg which was at first a box but then I went yes a fucking egg eggcellent instead, I like the ears though Sans right ear is a bit meh but meh, in conclusion pretty damn happy with this and how it turned out even though there are still things I am not fully happy with, also like how the orange turned out yes

Warning: Yet Another Shitpost

(Sexy again… depending on your take)

I was inspired by this to write an incredibly sexy shitpost based on @itsladykit‘s Atypical AU. If you want some quality supernatural AU content, you should check it out here.

In the meantime, enjoy this… uh… I don’t even know how to describe this, honestly.

I’ll just call it – Cash gets knocked up.

Tags: Skeleton pregnancy, polyamorous skeletons, Atypical shitpost (sorry Kit).

Cash
watched nervously as Twist, Rus, Edge, and Pup sat down on the sofa in front of
him. Their eyes were intent on him, and his bones tingled under their scrutiny.
“So, what’d ya bring us all here fer, darlin’?” Twist asked, leaning back. “Ya
finally gonna sing fer us?”

Cash
regarded him dully, pushing his sleeves over his wrists to hide his thin,
gold-plated bones. “no, asshole. i have… some news.”

They
all perked up at this, Twist lifting a brow-bone. “… Good news?” he asked,
worry creeping into his tone, though his typical grin remained.

Cash
considered for a moment, swallowing. “i… i don’t know,” he finally admitted, dropping
his head with a grimace. He tugged at the thin golden chain around his neck,
his fingers trembling slightly.

He
flinched at the feeling of a hand on his arm, and looked up to find Twist
observing him with a tender smile. “Hey, sweethear’, ‘s alright. Ya can tell us
anythin’—remember? We’re yer family.”

Cash
eyed Rus over Twist’s shoulder. A small smirk twitched at the corners of Rus’s
mouth, but he made no move to refute Twist’s words. “… Even the ‘slutubus’,”
Twist added, using Cash’s nickname for Rus.

Cash
ignored Rus’s derisive snort, sighing heavily before saying, “alright. fine.
since you’re so eager to know, i’m…” He took a deep breath, hiking up his shirt
to reveal his gold flecked soul—which now contained a tiny flicker of white
within its depths. “i’m pregnant… i guess.”

Silence
weighed on the room, and Cash scowled at the floor, letting his shirt drop. Magic
burned on his cheekbones and he cleared his throat. “well. that’s it. that’s
the news. so. now that you all know, i guess i’ll just be… going.”

He
turned for the stairs, but was stopped by a firm grip on his shoulder. He
looked up to find Twist staring at him, his golden eye practically glimmering. “I—I’m
gonna be a dad?” he breathed, his hand moving down to the hem of Cash’s shirt.

Cash
gently pried his hand away, humming awkwardly. “uh… well? you’re…”

“it’s…
me, isn’t it?” Pup asked softly, standing. He approached Cash, taking a hold of
his hand. His eyes were bright, and Cash could tell he was struggling to hide a
smile. “i—the other day, when we were… and you asked me to—” Pup broke off,
blushing deeply.

“Wait,”
Twist said, glancing between Cash and Pup. “You and him were—? But… I thought
you only—with me…?” Twist seemed at a loss, frowning as if trying to solve a
particularly challenging puzzle.

They
all looked up as Edge laughed softly. He appeared complacent, his arms folded
across his chest. “Come now, there’s no need for this. I am fairly confident I’m
the father of this child—am I not, Cash?”

Cash’s
face felt desperately warm—he was almost certain it was glowing. Edge rose,
coming to stand before him. “I am an excellent chef after all, and you always
were a fan of my…” Cash shuddered as he leaned in to whisper, “cream-pies.”

Yanking
away harshly, Cash shook his head. “listen—all of you. i don’t—it’s not…”

“who’s
the slut now, mermaid?”

They
all turned to look at Rus, who had made no move to get up, leaning back
casually on the sofa. Cash wasn’t sure what made him snap, but a big part of
him suspected that it was Rus’s smile—which was just a little too
self-satisfied for Cash to endure.

Marching
forward, he crouched beside Rus, and pressed his teeth to his jaw. “it’s yours,
demon.”

Though
in truth, Cash had no clue who the real father was, seeing the look on Rus’s
face was worth more than all the wealth in the world.

Hey fucker, how the fuck would Cash feel about Papyrus? (And vice versa). This being asked with knowledge that you don’t ship them.

itsladykit:

Lol, Alice. You think I don ship Papyrus/everyone.

I think Papyrus could really help Cash open up and be a better person. Not only that, but I can definitely see Pap swiftly (and unexpectedly) taking control of any sexual encounter. Cash would probably deny it at first…but over time, he’d finally admit that he was into it. (Pap wouldn’t proceed without consent—Cash would just deny he enjoyed it afterward.)

I…kinda love this pairing? It’s basically Papcest Poisonpuff. How can I not?

I’m dubbing this ship Moneypuff. And I’m adding it to my list now—thanks.

m/f/k Slim – Pizza, Beer, and [insert condiment of choice here] ;)

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.

Edge fmk Comic, Blue, and Blackberry plz

“Well, this is hardly difficult,” Edge said crisply. He pointed at Blue. “Fuck.”

“Edge!” Blue scolded, but a deep blush had settled in his cheekbones.

Edge smirked, lifting a brow-bone. “Do you have a problem with fucking me?” he asked.

Blue stuttered for a moment, then puffed himself up, glowering. “Not at all.”

He spoke in such earnest, that Edge found himself a little taken aback. He quickly cleared his throat before turning to Blackberry. “Marry. Heavens forbid I ever wed someone who doesn’t know their way around a kitchen.”

Blackberry simpered, folding his arms. “Wise choice.”

“Indeed, and…” Edge turned to give Comic an apologetic smile. “I apologise.”

Comic shrugged, grinning. “hey. at least you spared me having to fuck you.”

Edge merely rolled his eyes, but Blue scoffed, looking outraged. “Speak for yourself!” Standing, he took Edge’s hand, guiding him towards to stairs. “Come, Edge. Let’s see if I can make them hear how unlucky they are.”

From this F/M/K ask meme. (I’m sorry if it takes me a while to get through these! I still have a few sitting in my ask box, but I’m probably not going to be able to get them done for a couple of days still.)