Here we are, my fine people, with the next installment of our Patches and Radish podcast. I hope you all enjoy ^^
As always, based on this glorious art, and further fueled by this magnificent art.
Tags: Angst, Hurt, Forgiveness
No one gave you permission to attack me with this Patches and Radish angst, Fresh. No one.
A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13917663
They knew they weren’t meant to feel this way about each other… but knowing that didn’t make the feelings go away.
The Underswap brothers plan a ‘movie night’ because they’re being driven crazy by trying to deny the heat between them.
Swapcest commission for @beoteono – thankyou so so much, i hope you enjoy it!!
If you’d like a fic for yourself my commission info is here
under the cut! :
I’m going to be away this weekend, so in place of my usual weekly update, I give you the last of my pet adoption asks. ( @sansy-fresh had asked about Kedgeup, but then they went and wrote this lovely piece, and I can’t top that, frankly. So. This will be the last piece.)
I’m so sorry, Doomfanger. And I’m sorry @rehlia. This really isn’t what you were expecting, I’m sure. Fluff always ends up turning to angst when I get ahold of it, though. I’m sorry.
Warning for the following: grief, loss of a pet, angst
So I doodled some Edgelord Supreme earlier this evening, and then I had the desire to write some, especially with my version of Razz. So here it is lol.
Tags: Fluff, On the Surface, Edgelord Supreme, Asking Someone Out
Should I do blurbs here? Uh, drunk Stretch vague shenanigans, Fell takes care of his boy. He is not amused.
RATING: T
WORD COUNT: 1026 words
WARNINGS: Papcest, alcohol mention, language, drunkeness.
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Gah! This was adorable. Drunken nonsense is one of my favourite devices—and the spicyhoney is such a treat. My favourite part:
“i’ll have you know, i have a boyfriend and i will not fraternize with a stranger, no matter how sexy you are.”
“I’M YOUR BOYFRIEND.”
“yeah you are.”
💛♥️ this was so cute. Lovely writing!
Ladies, gents, and non-binary individuals, may I present the next installment of the fic chain @sansy-fresh and I have been batting around. Loosely called ‘Patches and Radish’.
Based, initially, off this delightful bit of artwork by @cheapbourbon. And further fueled with this bit of artwork here.
Part Three (and the lovely art that goes with it, here)
Part Seven below the cut.
Rating: T
Tags: fluff, misunderstandings, gambling
Summary: The boys are back for Poker Night, and Cash really wishes he could make sense of Twist.
We’re nearing the end of this journey, my friends.
Adopted Family—Mapleblossom
Consensual kink below the cut. NSFW, but not explicit.
This is actually adorable. I love this puppy. Poor boy.
Adopted Family—TwistedMoney
@alicedragons and @sansy-fresh
Twist watched Cash bring the pet carrier into the living room and set it down carefully. He pressed a hand over his mouth, trying not to chuckle when he saw the gaudy purple carrier. “Whatcha got in there, darlin’?”
Cash straightened, one hand on his hip. “you said you wanted a cat.”
Twist raised a brow-bone. “I asked ya if ya’d ever thought about gettin’ a cat. I didn’t say—“
Cash waved him off. “it’s what you meant.”
Crouching down beside the carrier, Twist peered inside, and inhaled slowly and deeply. “Hey, Cash?”
“hmmm?” The smug bastard feigned confusion, but he was smirking.
“Is this…? Is this cat naked?”
Drawing himself up, Cash said primly, “it’s a sphynx. they’re a hairless—“
But Twist had already caught him up in a crushing hug and spun him around, saying, “Ya got me a naked cat! I can’t believe—!” He dipped Cash, kissing him long and deep. Then, pulling back, he said, “Yer the best boyfriend ever!”
This was precious! Such an adorable pair when one isn’t locking the other in a closet full of apples. And their kitty! Such a Cash kitty. Perfection.
Uncharacteristically hesitant, Papyrus looked to Grillby. “MAY I—?” He cleared his throat. “THAT IS…WOULD HE MIND IF I WERE TO PET HIM?”
Grillby shook his head, then reached out to take Papyrus’ hand. Fingers laid overtop Papyrus’, he reached out to the fire salamander and showed Papyrus how to pet the fiery creature. Warmth seeped into his finger-bones, sandwiched between two fire monsters as he was. Neither was putting out any intent, though, and his bones remained unmarred.
The fire salamander trilled and rolled onto its side with a rumbling sigh. Papyrus beamed. “HE-HE LIKES ME!” When Grillby turned to him, Papyrus drew himself up and said, “I MEAN—OF COURSE HE LIKES ME! I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS AFTER ALL!”
Chuckling, Grillby turned his chin and kissed him gently. Very softly, his voice overlaid with the crackling of flames, he said, “*what’s not to like?*”
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