Hi! For the NSFW ask meme…Uh, can I just say all the papyri? If not, then spicyhoney. 8, 12, and 25 :)

I went with the Papcest OT5–I hope that’s okay!

8. Favourite position to have sex?

Edge: He likes riding his partners, or being on top for doggy. Anything that puts him in control is a go-to, honestly.

Rus: Similar to Edge, Rus likes riding (cowgirl). His favourite thing to do though is oral–especially when he’s the one giving it. And if his partners become a bit more dominant during the encounter, then all for the better.

Slim: Being submissive is a lot easier for him emotionally, and he tends to enjoy bottoming more as well. He finds it the most pleasurable when his legs are over his partner’s shoulders. If he’s in a dominant mood though (which is rare), then he’ll switch this around and watch his partner’s face as they fall apart (a favourite when it comes to Cash).

Cash: He’s more comfortable being top and dominant at first, but once he gives something more submissive a try, he finds he really enjoys being able to give up control (this only works once he’s built trust with his partners though).

Twist: Amazon press. When he’s the dom. (And especially when Cash is the sub). He loves taking control of his partners’ pleasure and seeing them fall apart. He doesn’t like to limit himself though, so he’ll often play a more submissive role if it’s what his partners want (this is especially true of Edge). In that case, he likes cowgirl. (Seeing his partner’s face is a must).

12. Who’s better at dirty talk/dirty talk headcanon?

Rus is very good at dirty talk, and so is Twist. Although Twist’s dirty talk tends to last longer. Rus’s eventually devolves into whining and screaming. He’s a vocal boi.

Both of them love using dirty talk on Edge and Cash, who both get flustered very easily by it (especially Cash). And when it comes to Slim, they’re all pretty heavy on the praise. It’s hard not to be. He’s such a good boy.

25. Something they tried and won’t do again?

(In reference to this ask, sort of)–Twist and Cash gave master/slave play a try once. Twist just… couldn’t do it. It put him in a very bad mental place.

Cash might be able to convince Rus to try it with him, but none of the others would. And it’s not quite as satisfying with Rus, because he’s not as dominant with him as Cash would like him to be.

I imagine Twist would also have given a few of the stranger kinks a go at least once–with as many of his partners as he could convince to join him. Rus might try some of the more unusual stuff a second time, but none of them can really keep up with Twist. Edge drew the line at “multiple variations of detached genitalia going at once” and now refuses to join Twist whenever he says ‘he has an idea’.


Thank you for sending this in! Questions from here. 

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.

Poker with a twist

dragonfics:

So, I’ve been playing around a bit with a hurt/comfort idea in regards to Tale-verse monsters helping Fell-verse monsters deal with the strain of their harsh lives. I have this headcanon that the Fell-verse monsters enjoy being around Tale-verse monsters because of the complete lack of hostility in their demeanours and magical auras. It’s almost like… a pleasant balm for the Fells’ LV-ridden souls.

I wrote this Papcest OT5 thing (it’s a bit rushed, so please forgive any mistakes), focusing on the relationship between Twist (Twistfell Papyrus) and Rus (Underswap Papyrus).

Twist is a very damaged boy. (He belongs to @itsladykit. Did we really expect anything less?) He needs some love. And Rus is here to give it to him.

Mild warning for mentioned character death (unnamed character) and symptoms of anxiety.

~Below the cut~


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Oh, if you’re still accepting the animal adoption ships, what about the usual suspects? Cash, pup, swap, edge and twist? Do you think they’d manage to settle on a pet (or a few) that they all get along with?

itsladykit:

“What about a Komodo Dragon?”

Four pairs of eyelights turned to stare at Twist, then looked away. “I don’t see why the two of you are so opposed to a cat,” Edge said, arms crossed as he regarded Rus and Slim. Slim ducked his head and scuffed his toe on the carpet, but Rus just rolled his eyelights.

“Or a tiger!”

Cash looked over at Twist, eyelight flaring in interest, but Rus and Edge simultaneously said, “No!” before resuming their argument.

“ ‘cause cats are annoying. and mean. they don’t even really like you; they just hang around ‘cause you feed them!”

“A flock of flamingos!”

Edge glared at Rus. “You just can’t handle keeping a pet that doesn’t completely dote on you!” Leaning forward, he said, “Frankly, I think that says a good deal more about you than it does the cat.”

“A monkey!”

With a sigh, Cash slapped a hand over Twist’s mouth and said, “i’ve got a solution.” Rus and Edge turned to him, and Slim lifted his head, brow-bone raised in question. Chuckling, Cash pushed Twist in front of him and said, “all he needs is a collar.” When Twist started to growl, he added, “and a muzzle.”

Rus and Edge glanced at each other. “…i can live with that.” With a wink, he said, “he’s certainly obedient.”

“But still somewhat independent.”

“don’t forget exotic,” Cash added, smirking.

Twist huffed, but Slim patted him on the head sympathetically, and he leaned into the contact…until Slim said, “good boy.”

Blood Magic – Story 1: “Worth without measure”

itsladykit:

Summary: You can buy anything at the Night Market. Anything.

Pairings: TwistedExpensiveSpicyHoneyDog, ExpensiveHoney, ExpensiveDog, Spicyhoney

Warning for: dark humor, terminal illness, body horror, implication of suicide, and character death.

For a detailed trigger warning, check the endnotes of the AO3 fic.

For @cheapbourbon and @alicedragons

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I’m so done with your bullshit, Kit.

Blood Magic – Story 1: “Worth without measure”