Tag: writing

A Silver Chain chap. 1

sansy-fresh:

It didn’t help he hadn’t eaten in a while, his soul reminding him every few hours with an urge to make use of the stretching shadows and later hour. He steadfastly ignored it, instead finishing up his housework with a contented smile.

Tags: Fluff, Vampires, Vampire Related Violence, Swap Pap centric, Papyrus OT5

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14073450/chapters/32422989

Aaaah! A gorgeous, domestic vampire fic featuring Honey? YES. I loved this so much, Fresh.

I definitely recommend everyone check this out–especially if you’re a fan of the Papyri or vampires.

itsladykit:

Here. Have some fluff.

For @sansy-fresh, @nurse-gaster, and @alicedragons. You are all to blame for this bit of fluff.

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Edge walked into his room, a towel slung across his pelvis. The other he used to dry his skull, pressing one end into each socket to catch the excess water.

He finished drying his bones and started to get dressed for the day—undershirt and pants, followed by the padding needed to keep his armor from shifting or digging into his bones. Boots next, the sturdy combat boots again padded to make up for his lack of flesh. The armor he strapped on piecemeal—chestguard first, then the paldrons, the gorget, and finally his gloves, padded and tipped with iron claws.

He turned back to his bed, prepared to retrieve his scarf, only to find Fang curled in a perfect circle, neatly nestled on top of it. Edge stared at the cat. The cat stared back, blinking slowly in contentment. Edge sighed and put his hands on his hips.

“Fang.” The cat had the audacity to trill at him. “Doomfanger,” he said, trying to be reasonable, “I need my scarf.”

Fang rolled onto his back, exposing the strip of white fur on his belly. He trilled again. The effect was not at all lessened by his missing eye and scarred body. “Yes, yes,” Edge said dismissively, “You’re very cute. Now—relinquish my scarf.” He tugged on one end, jostling the cat.

Fang immediately flipped onto his belly and growled low and deep. His back end wiggled, then he pounced on Edge’s scarf, claws digging into the knitting. “No! No. Bad cat—Fang! Bad cat!” But Fang just bit down on the scarf and looked up at him, growling again.

Edge threw up his hands. “Fine!” he snapped, “Keep it!” Growling under his breath, he stormed out of the room.

As soon as the front door closed, Fang stood up and stretched, then jumped off the bed in search of another spot to nap.

Oh my god I finally got around to reading this–hella worth it. What an asshole.

Oh hey! If you’d like to, how about “kissing tears away” with Swapfell Papyrus and Underfell Papyrus? <3

agraulisvanillae:

Fell’s knees trembled beneath his own weight.

In moments, the ground was racing up to meet him. His reflexes were just enough to stop the freefall. Not enough to keep the individual grains of dirt from going fuzzy.

Sans’s red eyelights. “whatever you say, boss.” i love you papyrus

Undyne’s large toothy grin. “That was ALMOST good enough!” Keep improving, punk!

“HOW CAN I SAVE THEM WHEN I CAN’T EVEN KILL A DUMMY?!”

The dirt crunched as the blurring figure approached, going to sharp focus briefly as wet warmth slid down his cheekbones, and Fell bowed his head to hide his shame. His chest constricted. Desperately willing away the specters that haunted his conscience, he stares straight ahead, jaw flexing as he swallows the unseen weight lodged in his throat.

A soft touch at his chin has him flinching away as surely as he’d been dealt a blow, and Fell gave a silent snarl as he glanced up to his counterpart, daring him to show him pity.

There was none on Slim’s face.

His eyelights were bright, and alert, searching his face for something. Whatever it was he found, his expression hardened with resolution.

“fortify yourself, papyrus.”

Fell could still feel every strained bone trembling in his body as he was led back to his feet, the exertion of their training taking its toll on him. Even with his high LV, he wasn’t sure that Slim’s instruction wasn’t meant to kill him eventually. Every time that Fell missed a vital area on the dummy, a tight pattern of bone attacks came pouring toward him like a torrent of toxic spikes whittling his HP long after they’d passed through him. 

Even if he did pass this, there was no guarantee that he’d come back to the violent world he called home before Sans- HIS Sans- pushed him through a strange machine, giving him no chance to face the human before being whisked away to another universe. 

The very thought made the world waver with accursed water rising in his eye sockets. Stepping back, shaking out of the hold Slim kept on his shoulders, he nearly fled. Those hands caught him again, wrapping around the back of his skull as Slim stepped forward to quietly press a kiss to his left eye socket, and then to his right. Fell gaped at him, but his counterpart merely stared back coolly.

“there will be another chance. now… a g a i n.”

Fell summoned another attack pattern before he realized what he was doing, resuming the training without another word. It was like his despair had been frozen in its tracks.

I know I probably deserved this for asking for a prompt which would inevitably involve angst—but ouch.

itsladykit:

NSFW Fic Rec

Okay, ordinarily, I would just reblog this, but this is an EXPLICIT NSFW recommendation. However, I love it, and @deck-of-dragons actually gifted it to myself and @alicedragons. So I’m quite eager to share it with any and all interested parties.

Tied Up

Rating – EXPLICIT

Pairing – Spicyhoney

Tags – Consenticles, ecto-parts, non-standard genitalia, mild bondage, mild overstimulation.

It’s a delightful little fic. I highly recommend it, if you’re interested.

Tied Up

deck-of-dragons:

“Safe word?” Fell said. He was standing next to the bed, holding one of the leather restraints that looped around from underneath the bed.

“Uh… how ‘bout ‘pineapple’?” Stretch lay naked and sprawled on the bed, his magic already starting to pool in his pelvis at just the thought of what Fell was about to do him.

Fell nodded his approval as he placed the cuff over Stretch’s wrist and secured it in place. He then moved around to the other side of the bed to do that one and then both of Stretch’s ankles. “How is it?” he asked after securing the last one.

Stretch tested them by tugging against them “Good.” Not too tight and not too loose. It would get uncomfortable if he were stuck here for long enough but he’d be good for a long while.

Fell made a small sound of approval as he carefully pulled his gloves off and placed them on the bedside table. He deliberately took his time to torture Stretch with the wait because he was an asshole like that. He then sat on the bed and raised an ‘eyebrow’ as he looked at Stretch’s pelvis and the magic coalescing there. “Already turned on huh?”

“Is that really that much of a stretch to believe?” Stretch grinned – their nicknames were a never-ending source of entertainment.

Fell fake groaned. “How many times have I told you not to make puns when we’re having sex?”

“We’re not having sex yet though so it doesn’t count.”

“We’re about to so it counts. So, if you make one more bad joke I’m going to leave you like that for a while.” He would too; he’d done so a couple times in the past. Stretch wasn’t going to push it today even though most of his jokes weren’t bad and Fell knew that, though he’d never willingly admit it.

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Miracle

deck-of-dragons:

Stretch drifted awake to feel of magic from last night night’s activities still swirling in his soul. That wasn’t new or unusual but what was unusual was the feel of a warm body still in bed with him, pressed up to his back and holding him firmly. Had he woken up super early? Why?

His eyes fluttered open. Sunlight streamed in through the window behind him, making an odd pattern of shadows on the floor and model train set on its tracks through the broken and bent blinds – he should really get around to fixing that soon. But that meant it wasn’t early.

“Pink?” he said softly in case his bedmate was still asleep somehow.

“Good morning,” Pink said with his usual cheeriness as if nothing were wrong. He pulled back, giving Stretch room to roll over and look at him. He looked his normal happy self and the feeling Stretch was getting form him through their soul bond was also normal but there was something wrong; he never stayed in bed this long. He was always up at the crack of dawn, ready for the day like a crazy person.

“What’s wrong?”

Pink’s expression faltered for a split second, a hint of sadness (?) making its way through his soul. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Stretch frowned. What should he do? Pink was always the one who comforted him when he was down in the dumps about something. Stretch could probably count on his hands the number of times he’d seen Pink upset in all the years they’d know each other.

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I Ask You to be Mine

casualbones:

SpicyHoney (UF Papyrus x US Papyrus) 

Word count: 725

Warnings: None 

A/N: I know I said I was going to publish a Fellcest fic next, but the words just weren’t coming to me. I really did want to publish something though, so have this quick drabble that I wrote. I hope you can enjoy it! 

Also yes, I did use some lines from Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride.

Safe for work

The crickets creek under the full moonlight, with a gentle sway of the chrysanthemum flowers in the light wind. Under the wooden arched bridge, the pond ripples from fluttering nightlife and reflecting the two lovers above. Edge swallows thickly, and tugs on his white collar, though he is careful not wrinkle his freshly pressed tie. He reaches into his pocket and turns around, his breath caught in his throat. Stretch faces the shining moon, its light illuminating his pure white bones. For this night, for this one night, he has forgone his usual orange hoodie, in favor for an orange dress shirt and black slacks, complimented with a thick leather jacket. Stretch catches Edge’s eyes and smirks. He chuckles and pulls out a small, velvet box.

“My love,” Edge kneels down on one knee, and opens the lid, presenting a simple, golden ring.

–

“With this hand, I will lift your sorrows,” Stretch reaches for Edge’s hand, and presses it against his mouth, then slightly tilts his head, so his love can caress his cheek. The anticipation of hush silence as still as that night.

–

“You know how I feel about marriage,” he smiles softly and runs his hand along side of Edge’s face, stroking in loving affection.

“I do, but you will say yes anyway,” Edge responds confidently, though he doesn’t move an inch.

His soul beats and fizzles with Stretch’s touch, The Swap monster chuckles at the Great and Terrible Papyrus’s dark blush.

–

“Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine,” Stretch continues.

Sweet chrysanthemum flitters around the two skeletons, taking him back to that moonlight. Edge always did have good taste. Butterflies rage in his core, and he tightens his fist to keep himself from shaking. Stretch closes his eyes to calm himself down.

–

“How can you be so sure?” Stretch asks, but reaches out his hand anyway.

“Because you love me,” Edge says smugly, slipping the ring onto his lover’s hand. The gold glints in the silver moonlight and never has something so simple felt so right. He stands back up and grabs Stretch by the waist, pulling him closer, “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have taken off that awful hoodie for me tonight.”

Stretch laughs and Edge pulls him in, their mouths pressing against each other as their souls beats as one.

–

“With this candle, I will light your way in darkness,” Stretch summons his soul一 a small white upside down heart, with a faint glow and deep running cracks一 and gently places it in Edge’s palm.

He chokes. This is its rightful place.

–

Stretch pulls away first, and intertwines his hands in Edge’s. The Fell monster presses his head against the other’s in pure adoration, never wanting this moment to end.

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

–

Stretch recalls his soul and wipes away his tears. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out the gold ring that the love of his life gave him, so long ago, still in the mint condition as it was on that day. Without any hesitation, he slips it into his lover’s finger.

“With this ring, I ask you…” the words gets caught on his throat and his eyes strain to hold back any more tears, but it’s no use. His sobs break free and his soul clenches even further, like he’s going to break into a million pieces. He holds his head in his hands as his orange tears stain the white bedsheets and blur his vision. Stretch takes five deep breaths, something that Edge taught him to calm him down, and gathers all the will that he can muster, “I ask you to be mine.”

Stretch drops his husband’s frail hand and leans over from his chair. He can no longer hold back the falling tears as they splatter onto Edge’s peaceful face. He presses his forehead against his, silently begging for him to wake up, to not leave him, to stand by his side, but those words never escape him. Instead, he pours all of his desires into his kiss, pressing his mouth against his husband in desperate love and hope. He pulls away and wipes away his sorrows, grateful that he can fulfill his promise.  Through the tearful blur, Stretch could’ve sworn he saw a hint of a smile, before Edge crumbles into dust.

Here. Have a shitpost.

itsladykit:

Inspired by this post. And credit to @alicedragons and @ollie-oxen-free for some of the dialogue. (The funny parts. They contributed the funny parts.)

By this time of the night, most of them had more than a couple drinks, and Rus, for one, was well on the road to being properly shitfaced, even if he was only two drinks in. Wobbling, he stood up and lifted his bottle of honey high, one foot on the chair. “I!” he declared, raising his voice for once, “I am in the mood to do something incredibly stupid.”

Twist raised his hand. “Ooh! Pick me! I’m incredibly stupid!”

Everyone turned to stare at him. “…what?” Rus asked.

“Did I stutter?” Twist asked, looking around to confirm that he had not, in fact, stuttered.

Edge facepalmed. “Stars on fire, mutt, have some dignity.”

“Dignity doesn’ get ya laid, edgelord.”

Cash rolled his eyelights. “yes,” he said, “because acting like a complete and utter moron—”

“eh. sure. why not?” Rus said, stepping down from the chair.

Cash blinked. “what.”

Standing with a flourish, Twist waltzed—literally waltzed, as in danced—over and took Rus in his arms, guiding him into a deep dip. “Good choice, sweetheart,” he said with a wink, “I’ll show ya real good time, yeah?” Laughing, Rus allowed Twist to sweep him up into his arms and carry him off.

Smirking, Slim held out his hand, and with a sigh, Red slapped a bag of G into his it. “fuckin’ hell, boss. ya couldn’t make yer move a little faster?” Red snapped, earning a glare that caused him to pull his hood up and hide his face. “i-i mean, nuthin’, boss. i didn’ say nuthin’.”

“Hmph.” 

I will gladly take credit for like, one line of dialogue in there. I know this was meant to be a “shitpost”–but you’re honestly making me ship Twist and Rus more and more with this bullshit. They might even be gaining a reputation in my mind as a “shitpost couple”. And I love them for it.

The Cat Video Chronicles

sansy-fresh:

Just a wee bit of Patches and Radish for the soul lol This has nothing to do with the back and forth between myself and @itsladykit, this is just a small gift for her after a conversation we had with @alicedragons about Twist chasing Cash down to show him cat videos.

(this is kind of a weird mix between my and Kit’s Cashes lol)

Tags: Fluff, Kinda shitpost (?), Twist getting into small spaces, Cash being done with life, Cash being a germaphobe

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Aah! Twist is 100% a cat. Oh my god, Fresh, your tags made me laugh so much. “If he fits, he sits.” This was grade A Patches and Radish!