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ollie-oxen-free · 5 years

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trust is sickness baby

wrote this last night when i was in a mood and had an idea i thought was good. i dont really feel like working back through it because im lazy so here! take this twistedmoney bullshit that i thought was way better than it was (and the shitty ending to the ficlet that comes with it)

Cash is awake but not really when he hears voices. The words are there but they don’t process and he strains to understand them or even to move for a moment before he gives up, surrendering to the cotton that was filling his skull. A few moments later the voices stop and he hears footsteps moving away before it’s completely silent. Where was he?

The smell of antiseptic was strong, something like chlorine and emptiness and his entire body felt cold and numb. Another attempt to shift, even the slightest bit, pushes out the numbness, resulting in a sharp spike of pain. He grunts and stops. Probably not dead, then. That would be too kind.

“Cash?”

Fuck.

He manages to open his socket- sockets he realizes with a stab of something between panic and pain (there’s a figure he can see standing there, like always, dark and blurry and the sight makes his soul run cold) before he slaps his hand over his left eye, any pain be damned. It leaves his head aching with a migraine that he basically forced upon himself but it’s still better than before. After a moment he realizes where he is.

The hospital. The blinds on the windows are wide open, letting in bright sunlight that in no way helps his increasing headache, overlooking a parking lot filled with cars. The room seems even more sterile because of it, light reflecting off the stark white surfaces leaving everything looking bleached, void of any real personality. He glances over to where the voice came from, in the only corner of the room that has a shadow.

Twist looks back at him, sockets wide and hands braced against the arms of his chair, already half out of his seat before he finally closes his eye again, sighing. The air shifts and a shadow covers his face. It’s a relief, slightly, soothing the throbbing in his head if only a bit. A hand taps the one still covering his eye and he opens his free socket to see the other holding out an eyepatch. It’s not his own but it’s close enough, and he takes it from the other and puts it on, letting his hand drop with a groan.

“So,” he says, and then winces at the sound of his own voice, “what happened?”

Twist is quiet, which is telling in and of itself. “Paps found ya in yer apartment half-dead.”

“Oh,” he responds, because he’s eloquent and very intelligent.

Probably explains why he feels like so much shit.

He doesn’t remember what happened. Doesn’t remember much of anything recently, really, just the birthday party Papyrus had a few weeks earlier. Despite that fact he isn’t really concerned.

“So,” he continues, “what are you doing here?”

Twist scoffs. “The fuck ya think I’m doin’ here? Tryin’ ta make sure ya ain’t gonna…” He trails off, something dark flicking over his gaze before it’s gone. After a moment he takes a step away, grabbing the arm of the chair and sliding it across the floor, the legs scraping on the tile. The sound aggravates his headache but he shoves the pain down, forcing his face to stay blank. Thoughtless. Twist stares at him but when he only stares back the other sighs, looking down at the floor. His hand reaches into his sleeve and pulls out a coin, the royal insignia once stamped on it long since worn off. He rolls it over his knuckles before catching it in his hand, starting the cycle over again.

“Yer brother was here earlier.”

“Course he was.” He sits up with a grunt. Twist moves as if to help him but stops and sits back down when he glares.

Twist sighs and starts moving the coin again. Cash watches it fly over his fingers. “They wouldn’t let ‘im back, though. Said he wasn’t on the list ta come back.”

Cash scoffs. “Like hell I’d trust him in the same room with me when I’m injured.”

The movement of the coin stops. It takes a moment but Cash realizes what he’s implied because he knows damn well that he put Twist on his records so long ago. He doesn’t bother to look up aside from what he can see in his periphery but he can tell Twist’s eyes are wide and there’s a smile on his face that fades as quick as it came. He curses himself but doesn’t bother to acknowledge it again. Let Twist think what he wants to.

He doesn’t give a fuck.

#twistedmoney #my writing #uh #hospitals #everyone is fine though #cash is stupid and twist is also stupid but hot #i dont like him cash says like a liar #this is a really shitty thing #i dont feel like finishing it or making it better though #youre better off just not reading it #what happened to cash??? find out next time on DRAGON BALL Z!

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odderancyart · 5 years

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Twistfell @itsladykit

More of That Pirate AU

Warnings: references to past child abuse and marital rape

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I hope that we all find something – or someone – that can keep the light on a little longer against the endless pressing dark – Welcome to Night Vale

TWISTEDMONEY

There were scars on Cash’s ribs. And on his pelvis. And his arms. All places he could – was supposed to – hide. Some of them were from back when he was a young child, before his parents died, leaving him in his older brother’s guardianship. Plum was a cruel man, but he had never resorted to using violence as a punishment, deeming it below him. So Cash was still grateful he was raised by him, and not the late Lord and Lady Abrisey.

Some of them came from later, after his marriage. His late husband had treated him like porcelain, pretty and easy to break, everywhere except in the bedroom. In a room Cash couldn’t tell him no.

He hated them. All of them. Marks a noble shouldn’t wear, evidence not only of how he’d been a disappointment already as a child, but even more, of his helplessness.

The arms around his ribcage tightened, the warmth of the ribs pressed against his back growing hotter. Cash relaxed into the embrace, running a finger over the scarred arms around him. He smiled.

And then there were the scars he didn’t mind. Scars given to him in the first life he’d chosen for himself, even if it had been out of desperation at first. It wasn’t anymore. He could leave at any time if he should so choose, anytime they went into port, but why would he? Everything he’d grown to love existed on this ship. Everyone.

Twist murmured behind him, shifting and pulling him closer. He felt the other’s breath on his neck, causing a shiver to run through his body.

“Mornin’, Patches,” Twist whispered into his ear, and Cash could feel his smile. When he was in a good mood, Twist was like sunshine. Warm and bright, and made Cash feel more alive – though he’d never tell the other that. Nonetheless, he had his suspicions Twist already knew.

“Mornin’, asshole,” he replied, earning an amused huff. Both at the insult and at his attempt at an accent. To hell with sounding like a noble, he’d decided one day; he’d left that life behind. But apparently, he didn’t manage to sound like an authentic urchin just yet. Scowling, he turned around in Twist’s arm, shoving him away. “Don’t laugh at me.”

Twist only grinned, taking his hand to press a kiss to his fingers. Cash’s cheeks flushed purple at the tender action. “Aw, don’t be mad, precious.” Twist kissed his carpal bones as well. “Yer accent’s adorable.”

“It’s not supposed to- ta be adorable, Twisted,” he protested, glaring.

Chuckling, Twist slid out of bed. His eyes glittered as he stretched, putting his bare bones fully at display. Scars littered his bones, many more and far more sinister than Cash’s own. From the few stories he’d been told, he knew they’d been inflicted in far more gruesome ways as well. Yet Twist managed to be perfectly at peace with them, unashamed of his body. Sunshine flowed in through the window, washing over him. And he was still drop-dead gorgeous, which Cash couldn’t help but mutter.

He didn’t mean for the other to hear, but from the way his grin widened, he did. Leaning down, Twist kissed his forehead. “Thanks, darlin’.”

His smile turned mischievous as he raked his eyes over Cash’s body. The appreciation was enough for him to feel, for once, that he didn’t need to cover up, and he could lean back and enjoy the tingle of pleasure sparking through him from being appreciated.

“Maybe ya should get dressed tho’,” Twist added. “It’s yer first day a’ work after all, Cap’n.”

The way he said Cash’s newly won title sent shivers down his spine. Twist was watching him as though he’d like to devour him right then and there. And he noticed Cash’s reaction, his grin turning wolfish, smugness mixing with lecherousness.

Cash growled, throwing a pillow at him. He caught it mid-air, letting out a surprised laugh.

“Get back to yer own cabin, asshole. Yer distractin’ me.”

Still laughing, Twist lazily saluted him. “Aye aye, Cap’n.” His eyes gleamed. “Yer in charge.”

Feeling heat blossom in multiple places at those words, Cash threw another pillow at him, ducking his face to hide his blush. He could still hear Twist’s (beautiful) laughter down the hallway as he finally left, closing the door behind him.

#twistedmoney #swapfell purple #twistfell #cash papyrus #cash #twist papyrus #pirate au #that pirate au #i'm gonna tag it like that now #child abuse #marital rape #rape #but like #only referenced in two sentences #val's day 2019 #my writing

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dragonfics · 5 years

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Heat Wave Part 4 - Twisted(Puppy)Money

Heat Series Masterlist

Uninvited but not unwelcome

Ship: TwistedMoney (with a side of TwistedPuppyMoney)

Summary: Cash does not need help from the likes of Twist. Maybe he does. Just a little.

Tags: Heat fic, smut, penetrative sex, shower sex, implied threeway, top Cash, bottom Twist (though he uses both sets of genitals)

Word Count: ~1.9k

Notes: TwistedMoney (with a bit of TwistedPuppyMoney) heat fic requested by anonymous! Thank you for the request (and for your kind words ^_^). I hope you enjoy!

Read on AO3

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Not that he’d ever tell them, but Cash didn’t really mind having Twist and Slim over. They showed up every week (completely uninvited) and Cash was forced to provide them with dinner and company (and sex, usually). He put up a fuss—it was very impolite of them, after all—but for all his grumbling, there was a treacherous part of him that was always disappointed when they left.

“Heya, Patches!” Twist bounded through the door and stifled Cash with a hug—which he rejected, ducking out from under his arm with a growl.

“we brought dessert!” Slim said cheerfully, slipping in behind Twist and heading into the kitchen. Wrenching himself free of Twist, Cash followed him.

“what is it?” he asked snidely. “twist’s dick?”

“and pavlova,” Slim said, smirking at Twist, who purred and pressed himself against Cash’s back. Cash allowed a few neck kisses before pulling himself free of Twist’s arms. Eyeing the store-bought pavlova, he hummed.

“fine,” he said, giving a disinterested wave of his hand. “you can stay.” Twist and Slim exchanged a triumphant grin—which Cash pointedly ignored.

Normally he was more than happy to indulge them in a little dinner conversation, but tonight, he was itching for dessert—real dessert, not the boxed treat waiting for them in the kitchen. He wasn’t the type to leave the kitchen messy, but right now he just—couldn’t be bothered. There were other things on his mind. He had his mouth on Slim’s jaw before he’d put his plate in the sink. “oh, already?” Slim laughed in soft surprise—though he certainly didn’t seem to mind, his hands wandering.

“Aw, eager tonight, darlin’?” Twist murmured, looking up. Never one to be left out of the action, he stood up and sandwiched Cash from behind while he and Slim kissed. “Mm, yer nice an’ warm,” he purred, nuzzling into Cash’s neck. Slim cupped his crotch and he grunted. The touch was scarcely enough, but the relief was immense. He bucked into Slim’s hand, magic dropping to his pelvic cavity. Patience running out, he ‘ported them to his room.

The sex was always good with the three of them. It was warm and relaxing, like climbing into bed after a hot bath. Only tonight, it also left him a little wanting… and warmer than normal. When Slim rolled off him and Twist curled against him from behind, Cash was of half a mind to ask them to keep going. There was still… an itch inside him. A prickle of need. He felt hot and bothered, and he squirmed in Twist’s arms.

He managed a few restless hours of sleep, but awoke when the ache in his bones became too much to tune out. The clock on his dresser read one, and the prickle had grown to a burn. He was sweating so much, his sheets felt damp, and he could smell himself. Sharp and salty and sweet.

Slim had his back to him, and his chest rose and fell steadily, still deep asleep. Cash writhed and turned over. Twist was awake, and watching him, his single eye-light bright in the gloom. “Look like ya could use a hand,” he said quietly.

Cash growled and scrambled over him to get out of bed. “i’m fine,” he grunted. “gonna take a shower.” He knew exactly what was happening, and he wished he’d recognised it earlier, so he could have asked Slim to come alone. He didn’t need Twist of all people helping him out of pity.

“Darlin’...” Twist spoke gently, resting a hand on Cash’s shoulder. “It ain’t gonna go away on its own. Lemme help.”

“i said i’m fine,” Cash snapped, brushing his hand off. “just… leave me. i can handle it.” He wiped a hand across his forehead and staggered into the hallway, reaching through the darkness for the light switch. When he flicked the passage light on, it was too bright, and his head throbbed. He leaned against the bathroom doorframe and pressed his cheek against the cool tiles. They misted beneath his heat.

He heard Twist’s footsteps behind him and scowled, turning on the shower as cold as it would go. He didn’t waste time taking off his clothes, climbing straight in and sitting on the floor when his legs refused to keep him up. He tipped his skull back and let the icy water rush over him, shivering. It was a shock to his overheated body, but inside, his soul was still heavy and simmering, magic building quickly within. He pressed his forehead against his knees, inhaling slowly. A clench of pain in his chest made nausea wash over him.

There was a wet thunk against the tiles as Twist sat behind him. Cash lacked the energy to protest when he placed his legs on either side of him, resting comfortably against his back. He hated that just the press of him against his coccyx made his soul squeeze. Magic dripped through his chest cavity. “twisted,” he groaned. “please…” He didn’t know what he was asking for—anything, really. Just not this. This burning ache.

“Please what?” Twist was uncharacteristically soft and tentative. “You wan’ me ta go?” Cash shook his head, taking another gulp of air, as if it might quench the heat.

“no—don’t.”

“Stay?”

Cash nodded, and with a lump in his throat, said, “help me.”

Twist nodded. “Tha’s all I wanna do. Wanna make ya feel good. Make ya comfortable an’ happy. Alright, darlin’?”

“you don’t have to tell me, just do it!”

Twist stroked his arm, soothing him with soft words. “Easy… I’ve got ya. Don’ worry ‘bout anythin’, just relax and lemme take care a’ ya.” He reached into Cash’s pyjama bottoms and cupped his pelvis. “How’s this?” he asked, rubbing the bone slowly. Cash swallowed and nodded. Magic coalesced in the area, clinging to Twist’s fingers until Cash formed a cock. “Tha’s it, sweetheart. Let’s see what we can do with this, yeah?” He palmed Cash, slicking him up with his own magic. His cock pressed against Cash’s lower spine, and Cash inched further into his lap, craving the touch of it.

Twist carefully undressed him and used his clothes to cushion the shower floor. He rested Cash on his back and knelt over him. “This good?” Cash nodded stiffly, bucking his hips into Twist. Below his cock, he could feel the soft folds of Twist’s cunt.

“wanna be inside you,” he murmured, his face heating before the words had even left his mouth.

“Yeah?” Twist sank low enough for the head of Cash’s cock to brush his outer folds. “Like that?” Cash shut his eyes, nodding frantically.

“twist…”

“I’m gonna make ya feel so good, sweetheart.” Twist leaned down and brushed their teeth together. His breathing was heavy against Cash’s mouth, and he exhaled sharply when the head of Cash’s cock breached him. He kissed Cash deeply, gradually lowering himself onto his cock. But it still wasn’t enough.

“twisted—more,” Cash whined, forgetting his composure. “please, i need—” He broke off in a groan as Twist took him deep. He was tight, and pleasantly cool in contrast to the burn of Cash’s magic. Relief trickled through him, and magic leaked from his chest and into the water. As Twist rode him, the knot in his soul loosened.

He’d never had much stamina, and his heat only furthered the fact. He came hard, moaning and spilling into Twist. Magic leaked down Twist’s femurs and he sighed. “Fuck, feel good, precious? Yer makin’ me feel good, y’know. Love seein’ ya come like that. Seein’ the look on yer face.” He hummed and bent down, nuzzling into Cash’s neck. Cash turned his face away to hide his blush.

“twist,” he whined softly. “keep going. please…”

“Mm, hold onto my hips, darlin’.” Cash did, rubbing his thumbs over the coarse bone. Twist’s breaths were quick and shallow. He reached between them and pumped his cock as he rode Cash, his mouth still exploring Cash’s neck. Cash groaned as the muscles of Twist’s cunt began to tighten around his cock, the pressure inside him building once more. “Fuck—fuck! I’m…” Twist gasped, cupping Cash’s jaw and kissing him hard as he spurted magic across his spine and lower ribs. Cash moaned into his mouth, a burst of pleasure rocking him as he came again.

Twist slumped onto his chest, breathing heavily against his shoulder. Cash squirmed beneath him, still far from satisfied. “twisted…”

Twist exhaled, squeezing Cash’s arms and planting a kiss on his sternum. “Gimme a minute.” He sat up slowly and shut his eyes, swallowing. “Fuck. Ya got no right makin’ me feel that good.” The corner of Cash’s mouth twitched, but he said nothing. Twist smiled and brushed his fingertips over Cash’s ribs, then hesitated, his lit eye hovering over the centre of Cash’s sternum. “Sweetheart… do you wanna…?” Cash frowned, looking down, and his chest immediately seized.

His soul glowed prominently through his ribcage, slick and dripping with excess magic. He looked at Twist, frantically pulling his arms around himself. “no! no, i—i didn’t mean to—no! no, no, no—it’s not—”

“Take it easy, shh, calm down, sweetheart. Breathe with me—in.” Twist inhaled and Cash matched him. “Out.” He exhaled slowly and Cash followed, his panic slowly easing. When he’d settled, Twist took his hand and stroked his fingers, saying, “I ain’t gonna force ya ta do anythin’. ‘Specially not that. I just thought—” He shook his head. “You ain’t gotta do anythin’ tha’s gonna make this harder fer ya. You wanna keep goin’?” Cash nodded, eager in spite of himself. “Good.” Twist kissed deeply and took him in again.

He didn’t ask for an explanation, and Cash was relieved—he didn’t really have one. He wasn’t sure why his soul had manifested. It sometimes did, during heats, but usually when he was alone, and only upon command. Not with other people, and certainly not with Twist. He couldn’t explain it, nor did he care to ponder it. Twist continued as if it hadn’t happened, and Cash was happy to leave it at that.

When the water started to feel too cold, Cash squirmed underneath Twist, pushing him away. “Had enough?” Twist asked. The water had washed away the sweat and cum and spent magic, but Cash still felt a mess.

He nodded, sitting up. “yeah. i’m done.” Twist smiled and climbed off him, turning the shower off. This was normally the point at which Cash would pull away and go outside for a smoke. Perhaps it was his lack of energy, or perhaps it was because he just needed to feel wanted safe for a little longer, but this time, he let Twist wrap him in a towel and take him downstairs.

Twist lit a fire in the hearth and lay on the carpet next to Cash, sharing the towel. Their bare bones pressed together, and Cash shut his eyes to avoid Twist’s gaze. The fire crackled and spread warmth across them, the sound of it lulling Cash into a doze.

“I know we’ve been at it fer hours,” Twist murmured, “but this is kinda gettin’ me in the mood.”

“shut up and let me sleep, you asshole.”

Twist smiled, kissing Cash’s skull. “Is cuddlin’ allowed?”

Cash sighed, and nodded. “just this once.”

Not that he’d have it any other way, he thought, as Twist held him.

#twistedmoney #twistedpuppymoney #papcest #sf papyrus #purple sf papyrus #twist papyrus #my writing #heat wave #heat fic #heat fic request #lemons #work inappropriate

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kitstwistfellau · 6 years

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Bucket List

This fic has two versions.

The first version, on AO3, contains triggering content. Link can be found HERE, but please mind yourself.

The version under the cut is trigger-free. It is a nice, fluffy fic, and it shouldn’t give you any trouble. The listed tags and pairings are for the fic posted below. The AO3 version has its own tags and triggers posted.

Summary: There's so much to do once they reach the surface. And Twist wants to try everything.

Pairings: Very, very mild Cash/Twist and Twist/Slim.

Tags: Twist-centric, fluff, mild warning for brief skydiving. Background sads if you consider what a Bucket List is and why Twist has one.

Edge sighed, staring at the fourth attempt at a cake. He ran a hand down his face, while Twist just studied it, puzzled. “So…what’d I do wrong?”

“Well I think being born was likely your first mistake.”

“Hey! I was created in a lab, an’ I think ya know that.”

Edge sighed, rubbing the space between his sockets. “Are you quite certain you don’t just want to let me make the cake?”

“No!” Twist said, and Edge raised a brow-bone. Twist rubbed the back of his neck, looking away. “Sorry, darlin’. But, uh, this is import’nt, yeah?”

Edge sighed. “Fine. Let’s try this again. For the fifth time.”

Twist, infuriatingly, beamed at him.

“Hey, sweetheart, ya ever thought ‘bout goin’ skydivin’?”

“…you’re joking, right?”

“So tha’s a no?”

“twist. that’s an emphatic ‘no’ with a series of exclamation marks at the end of it.”

“…Oh. Well. Uh…so now that ya’ve thought ‘bout it, ya think maybe ya’d be in’erested? Hey. Hey! Rus? Where’re ya goin’?”

“Hey, darlin’? If ya could go anywhere in the world…where would ya go?”

Red blinked, taking a pull on his beer. “dunno. haven’ thought ‘bout it much, i guess.”

Staring up the ceiling, Twist said. “There’re so many places up ‘ere. So many things ta see, ya know? An’ not half ‘nough time ta see ‘em all.”

Red just grunted. “so where’d you go, then? if ya could go anywhere?”

“The moon,” Twist said, dead serious. Red chuckled and Twist cracked a grin. “Not sure. Ev’rest would be cool ta see. Fun ta climb, too.”

Red laughed. “you an’ me got different definitions ‘a ‘fun’.”

Twist glanced at him and winked, clinking his beer against Red’s. “Not always, sweetheart. Not always.” For a little while, he was quiet, then he asked, “If ya could fuck anyone in the world, who would it be?”

Twist sat beside Slim, watching his fingers move over the keys. “So…how d’ya do this, darlin’? Where do I put my fingers?”

Slim smiled serenely and stilled his hands. “here. like this.” Twist laid his hands overtop his and waited.

“Right. Now what?”

Slim chuckled. “we’ll start with something simple.” He slowly moved his fingers over the board, and Twist followed him doggedly, a hesitant rendition of ‘Hot Cross Buns’ sounding out. Slim pulled his hands away. “now do it on your own.”

Twist nodded and took a breath, fingers playing over the keys. “Like this?”

“yeah. like that. you’re doing really good.” Slim smiled softly, and Twist beamed, a rumbling purr rattling his bones.

“Thanks, sweetheart. Fer, ya know, teachin’ me. ‘preciate it.”

“of course. i’m…i’m happy to.” Slim blushed as he said it, and for a moment, they were both aware of how close they were sitting, aware of the warmth of the monster beside them. Then Twist cleared his throat and returned his attention to the piano.

“So…I jus’ keep doin’ this, or…?”

“oh. right. um. here. let me get the sheet music. you’ll, uh, you’ll need to know how to read it.”

“Hey, Pap. Got a question fer ya.”

“OH! HELLO, TWISTED ME. WHAT CAN I HELP YOU WITH?”

“Ya wanna go ta Washington with me? ‘pparently there’re monsters up ‘ere that never got driven Underground. They’re shy, though. Wanna see if I can draw ‘em out. Ya know. Make friends.”

“THAT’S AN EXCELLENT IDEA! AS AMBASSADOR, IT IS MY DUTY—NAY! MY PLEASURE TO FIND THESE MONSTERS AND REUNITE THEM WITH THEIR PEOPLE!”

“Sweet. Pack a bag. Plane leaves in…” He checked his watch. “Five hours.”

“Heya, darlin’!”

Cash just glared at him and went back to reading his newspaper. Twist scooted closer. Cash scooted away. Twist scooted closer again, and Cash was out of room on the couch. He didn’t say anything until Twist was close enough to put his chin on Cash’s shoulder and say, almost directly into his acoustic meatus, “Whatcha doin’?”

“trying not to lose my patience. what do you want?”

“You’re inta gamblin’ an’ shit, right? A real high roller?”

Cash’s interest was peaked, but he tried not to show it. “you could say that, yes.”

“…So would ya be in’erested in goin’ ta Vegas with me? Got tickets to a magic show.” Cash shook out the newspaper, turning the page. “But tha’s more my thing than yers, I bet. Reserved the penthouse suite at….” He tilted his head back. “The Bellagio? Yeah. That sounds right. Figured tha’s a lot a space fer little ol’ me. More’n enough room fer a friend.” Cash glanced at him, brow-bone raised.

“twist. i’ve seen your pay check. how the fuck did you—?”

Twist smiled slowly and raised a hand, holding up Cash’s wallet. “Right. Yeah. So. Might’ve misspoke b’fore. You reserved a room at the Bellagio. Rented a convertible too, fer the trip out that way. Pretty little thing. Real smooth ride. Should—“

“you little—!” Cash snatched his wallet back and glared at him. Twist just grinned, somehow managing to look innocent after committing actual theft. He flipped through his wallet to make sure he hadn’t stolen anything else. “you picked my pocket?! when?”

Twist shrugged. “Sorry, sweetheart. You c’n take the rat outta the gutter, but ya can’t take the gutter outta the rat, I guess.”

Cash shook his head…but he was eyeing Twist with calculation now. “…yeah. i bet. and i bet a gutter-rat like you has more than a few tricks up his sleeve.”

A slow smile spread across Twist’s face, and he indeed produced a coin from seemingly nowhere. “Yeah. Ya could say that, darlin’.”

Cash grunted, looking between Twist and his recovered wallet. It had been ages since someone had rolled him like that. He could put those talents to good use. Especially in a place like Vegas. With another calculated look, he declared, “fine. but you’re sleeping on the floor.”

“Aw, darlin’—“ But a particularly harsh glare silenced him. It didn’t wipe the smug grin off his face, though.

Blue looked between Twist and the long trench filled with hot coals. He could feel the heat radiating off of them. “I’m not so sure about this.”

“Aw, c’mon, darlin’. Ya ain’t havin’ second thoughts are ya?”

Blue took a breath. “Second thoughts, yes. And third thoughts. Maybe even fourth thoughts.”

Twist leaned down, planting his hands on Blue’s shoulders. “Ya remember what they said durin’ class, yeah? Jus’ keep walkin’ an’ stay calm. Don’ run. Don’ rush it, and don’ stop no matter what. Here. I’ll go first, if it’ll make ya feel better ‘bout it.”

Blue shook his head. “No. No. I can do it. Just. Give me a moment.” He took a deep breath, and started across, blocking out Twist’s encouraging shouts.

At the end of the trench, when his bare feet were back on cool grass, all his breath left him in a rush and a huge grin lit up his face. He ran to his brother—watching anxiously from the sidelines—and hugged him, chattering excitedly while they watched Twist walk across the coals himself. A huge smile lit his face, and he joined them soon enough, laughing as he lifted them both off the ground in a celebratory hug.

Red grinned as he opened the mailbox, pulling out the latest series of post cards. There was one with a picture of Mount Everest on the front. The others were all places he couldn’t recognize, the caption on the bottom of the card little more than gibberish to his uneducated sockets. The back of each card was filled with Twist’s shockingly neat writing, narrating his journey across Nepal and the Himalayas.

He brought the cards inside, reading the backs as he drank his morning cup of coffee. Smiling to himself, he pinned the fresh batch of post cards to the corkboard. There was already a collage of similar cards from all over the world pinned to it.

Maybe Twist was right. Maybe there wasn’t enough time to see everything, but damn if the crazy fucker wasn’t trying his best.

“how did you talk me into this?” Rus demanded, knees shaking as the door of the plane was thrown open.

“Same way I talked my way inta bed with Cash. Persistence.”

Rus blinked. “…what?”

But Twist was grinning as his jump partner strapped him into the tandem harness. The instructor was reminding Rus that he would be just fine. He didn’t have to do anything—just let his jump partner do all the work. His soul pounded, terrified. But Twist and his partner were already out the door, and now everyone was looking at him and—

They.

They were.

Falling!

Rus swore at the top of his voice all the way down, the wind whipping his words away until even he couldn’t hear what he was saying. His soul only settled marginally when the parachute deployed and—after the initial jerk against the harness—they started to drift down at a more leisurely pace. When they landed, though, his knees were shaking and, if not for his flight partner, he’d likely have allowed himself to slip bonelessly to the ground in gratitude.

Twist, infuriatingly, was laughing recklessly and swearing in pure, undiluted joy. “Fuck yeah! Yes! Fucking hell!” Manic grin in place, he looked back at Rus and said, “We’ve gotta do that again.”

Rus, speechless, gave him both middle fingers—dissatisfied when Twist’s only response was another joyous whoop.

“Next time, ya wanna try Jersey? Heard there’s a monster out that way with a real nasty reputation. Poor guy’s prob’ly jus’ lonely.”

“HMMM. I SUPPOSE.” Papyrus rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “BUT I THINK WE SHOULD DO MORE RESEARCH NEXT TIME. I’M NOT SURE THE LOCALS TOOK OUR QUEST VERY SERIOUSLY. AND I’M QUITE CERTAIN ‘BIGFOOT’ IS SOME KIND OF PEJORATIVE.”

Twist nodded seriously. “Yeah. Yer prob’ly right. Can’t say I’d be all that keen ta come say ‘hi’ if someone was yellin’ racial slurs at me either. Can’t really blame the poor guy.”

Papyrus patted him on the back. “I KNOW YOU’RE DISAPPOINTED, TWISTED-ME, BUT WE DID LEAVE THEM SOME BROCHURES! I’M CERTAIN THEY’LL CALL US ONCE THEY REALIZE OUR INTENTIONS ARE ONLY GOOD.”

He brightened at that. “Yeah. Yeah!” He knocked his shoulder against Papyrus’. “Thanks, darlin’. Ya always know jus’ what ta say.”

Papyrus beamed. “NOW…JERSEY, YOU SAY?”

Twist’s fingers played across the keys. He stumbled in a few places, and he hit a few wrong notes, but the melody was recognizable, and his playing was soft and sweet—at odds with the look of intense concentration on his face. The song came to an end and he sat back, features inscrutable.

“something wrong?” Slim asked.

“…This is hard, sweetheart. Harder’n I expected.”

Slim nodded sagely. “yeah.” He sat beside Twist and, nudging him to make room, set his hands on the keys. His fingers flowed over the board, smooth and easy. He relaxed into it, smiling softly. “it takes time.”

“Time,” Twist echoed. “Yeah.”

Slim eyed him. “twist?”

He shook his head, his smile returning—just as bright as always. “Show me how it goes again?”

For a moment, Slim hesitated, tempted to push him. Instead, he shook away his unease and set about showing Twist how the song was played once more.

Smiling proudly, Twist carried the cake out to the dining room, singing ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top of his voice. Never mind that neither of them actually knew what day they’d been ‘born’. It was the thought that mattered. Blackberry was smiling and kicking his feet, pleased to be the center of attention. The others stood around the table, singing as well. Carefully, Twist set the cake on the table, soul warming when Blackberry leaned over the table to blow out the candles as the song came to an end.

He studied the cake. “Oh, wow, Edge you really outdid yourself this time! This is beautiful!”

“I didn’t make it,” Edge said, a very slight smile softening his features almost imperceptibly.

Blackberry cocked his head. “Blue?” Blue shook his head too. “Um…did you…buy…it?” They all shook their heads. “Then…who…?” Twist smiled and winked at his brother, pretending not to be hurt when Blackberry’s face fell a little. “Papy? You…? Really?”

“Yep!” Twist said, chin lifted. “Wan’ed ta su’prise ya.”

Blackberry did a remarkable job of hiding his disappointment. “Oh, Papy—you didn’t have to do that!” he said, voice bright.

“I know but….” He scuffed a foot against the floor. “Was important ta me. Dunno why. Jus’. Wan’ed ta do it.”

Blackberry’s smile grew more genuine. “Aw. Papy….”

“would someone just cut the fucking cake?” Cash asked gruffly. “you two are making me sick.”

Edge calmly cuffed him, earning a glare and a rude gesture. “Blackberry? Would you care to do the honors?”

Nodding eagerly, Blackberry grabbed the knife and—leaning away from the cake—cut through the frosting and the sponge. The smell of chocolate wafted through the air, rich and heady. When the cake failed to explode, Blackberry leaned close and observed, “Oh, wow. It looks…it looks really good, Papy!” He didn’t quite manage to hide his surprise, but Twist couldn’t exactly blame him for that.

“Hopefully it tastes good, too,” Twist said, scratching at the back of his neck. After several long sessions with Edge, he’d finally managed to consistently produce a cake that wasn’t just edible but tasted good. Still, Edge hadn’t been there to help him out this time. He might have fucked it up without the other skeleton around to monitor his progress.

“I’M SURE IT’S DELICIOUS, TWISTED-ME.” No one really commented on that, but there were a few uneasy glances exchanged. Edge, however, just stared back at him coolly and…confidently? Somehow, that made Twist’s shoulders relax marginally.

“Well?” Edge said, “You’re the guest of honor, Blackberry. It only seems fair you get the first bite.”

Blackberry hesitated, but ultimately nodded. “Yes! You’re…You’re absolutely right! As the birthday boy I am obligated—honored to have the first piece!”

He beamed at his brother, but Twist could see the strain in his cheekbones and around his sockets. He cut a piece of cake—a small piece, given Blackberry’s usual opinion that more was better—and set it on a plate. Daintily, he used a fork to cut a small piece away. He lifted the fork, holding it in front of his face as if to study it before putting it in his mouth. Smiling uneasily, he eyed Twist and, with a nearly imperceptible fortifying breath, took a bite.

His sockets went wide and his pupils burst into stars. Still holding the fork, he asked, “Papy? You made this? Really?”

Soul pounding so hard he could nearly hear it echoing in his skull, Twist nodded eagerly, breathing still a little unsteady. “So it’s...it’s good?”

“Good?” Blackberry asked, “It’s incredible!”

Twist didn’t doubt his word. The hesitance and traces of uneasiness were all gone. He cheerfully cut the rest of the cake and split it amongst the other guests, making sure to give himself another—more generous—slice. And when Twist took the first bite, his bones went limp with relief. He wasn’t exactly a fan of chocolate, but he knew that this was what the cake was supposed to taste like—sweet but not cloying, rich and moist.

Soul still fluttering in a mix of relief and adrenaline, he looked up and caught Edge’s socket—and grinned fiercely when Edge offered him a nearly imperceptible nod of approval.

#twistfell #twist papyrus #swap papyrus #fell papyrus #fell sans #swap sans #twist sans #sf papyrus #swell papyrus #casa #twistedmoney #mapletwist

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sansy-fresh · 6 years

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Aviation Day

So this is part of a new thing called Project: Twist Happiness, because this boy needs some happy time, okay, and Kit clearly is not gonna give him any.

Tags: Fluff, Happiness, Twist being Happy for once, TwistedMoney

Cash tapped his fingertips on the side of the mug he’d found waiting for him in the fridge, the tea inside nice and cool. Perfect, really; Blackberry knew how he liked his tea. Gazing back to the front room, he sighed, the tapping becoming more intense as he tried to not be too impatient. Twist would return in around ten minutes, and he’d want a shower at least before moving on to anything else.

Sighing again, Cash took a sip of his tea and hoped, not for the first time, that his present would be a good one. Twist had been doing so well recently, and when Cash had found out about today, he knew he had to take him. It should be the perfect present, he’d even bought him a new jacket for the occasion. He just hoped it wouldn’t be seen as a slight against his hobbies.

The sound of keys in the front door made him sit up in his chair, Twist whistling as he walked into the front room. Cash watched as he did a few post run stretches, then started up the stairs to the bathroom. Five minutes on the dot and he was hopping back down the steps, in new clothes and his favorite jacket, seemingly about to head out for the day. Cash stood, clearing his throat and staring hard when Twist turned to him.

“Are you busy today?”

Twist chuckled and stepped closer, kissing the top of his skull and grinning at the violet hue that had taken over Cash’s cheekbones. “Always got time fer you, darlin’. What’d ya want?”

Cash gave him a glare, then moved to the front room, grabbing the keys to his car and motioning to the front door. “Got a plan. Get in the car.”

Twist smiled amicably and nodded, moving forward to open the door and step out into the summer heat. Cash took a deep breath, then followed, locking the door behind them. The two of them hopped in the car, Cash ignoring the wiggling brows Twist made as they buckled, instead focusing on finding the directions on his phone. Angling the thing away from Twist, he studied them for a few minutes, ignoring Twist and his resurgence of whistling, before closing the screen and shoving it back in his pocket.

Pulling out of the driveway and onto the road, they were a good twenty minutes away from the city when Twist finally spoke up, no longer looking at his phone.

“So where’re we goin’, sweetheart?” The question was innocent enough, but Cash wasn’t entirely sure how to answer without coming off rude and ruining the mood, so he grunted, checking the lanes before pulling into the right side. Twist grinned, nonplussed at the nonresponse, and went back to whatever it was he did on his phone.

It was a long enough drive, about two hours out of the city and into the desert. He’d had to double check the directions a few times, just to make sure they were taking the right highways, but as soon as the giant ass sign for “Aviation Day!!!” came into view, he figured they were probably in the right place. Twist didn’t see it, luckily, too ingrained in whatever he was doing to look up and around.

Soon enough the turn off for the airfield came up, Twist finally looking up as the paved highway turned into a rougher, less maintained road. There were already rows and rows of parked cars, a few humans and even a couple fire elementals helping people into parking spots. Cash drove and parked as directed, an unstoppable grin on his face as Twist looked at him with questioning eyelights. Hopping out of the car, he popped the trunk, rushing to the back and grabbing the aviator jacket he’d bought just for today before running back and locking the doors.

Twist was standing at the front of the car, looking around with confusion clear on his face, the emotion only growing as Cash handed him the jacket. Cash could only grin fiercely, purple eyelight bright in its socket. Twist looked down at the jacket, looked back up at Cash and opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, when a roar overtook the air above them, a biplane flying just above them, seemingly doing a few loops before making a lazy turn back towards the air fields.

Cash glanced at Twist, his grin widening as he took in the other’s expression.

Twist’s remaining eyelight was overly bright in its socket, large and slightly fuzzy. He was gripping the jacket tightly, his gaze still locked onto the plane that was showing off by performing more loops. Finally he seemed to knock out of his trance, his eye locking onto Cash, who was grinning unabashed.

“Thought you might like to go to an official Aviation Day. Let’s go see some planes.”

For a moment, he thought Twist might actually cry. But, after a moment, his face broke into one of the largest smiles he’d ever seen, his hand held out for Cash to take. He did, rolling his eyes fondly as Twist turned back to the plane, grin growing wider. Best decision he’d ever made.

#fresh writes #twistfell papyrus #cash papyrus #sassing kit #haha #take that kit #project:twist happiness

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itsladykit · 5 years

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Atypical Gift Art

Art by: @cheapbourbon

Commissioned by: @sealpointselkie

I had a silly idea of Twist teaching Cash poker and then Cash getting table-flipping-ly upset with him.

Love your sweet, silly boys! ❤️🐡❤️🐉

But no rush on the next part! I enjoy what you do!

Aw!!! I’m screaming! Look at these boys! ^//^ Aw, you’re too sweet. Honestly, I just adore this more than words! I’m so sorry if this has been sitting in my inbox for a while—Tumblr mobile didn’t tell me it was there!

And I absolutely love this scenario too! I just might have to write a drabble for it.... Thank you again! This is way too sweet! ^//^

#you’re too sweet!#you did this twice!#i’m blushing and smiling and all flustered #thank you so much #awesome art #not my work #twist papyrus #sf papyrus #dragon twist #siren cash #bourbon’s amazing artwork #twistedmoney #i feel so special #submission

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paintys-actual-art · 5 years

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💦💦💦💦💰💰💰💰💰💰

(this cash belongs to @maxladcomics) (and twist belongs to @itsladykit

#hints of twistedmoney #twistedmoney #twist #cash #twistfell #im not sure what to tag this cash as #XD #and alass gave me twists sweater XD #:grimace: i cant find the link to cash's outfit though #if anyone asks though ill give references for the pictures i took of them #:thinking: :sweat_smile: i wasnt sure what colour magic to give cash #because im pretty sure you dont like his purple XD #:shrug:#i can change it if you want haha #you cant see twists shirt behind the apron but it says Reasons Why I'm Single #and then it has boxes where it says: ugly and picky #but there is a tick on one that says DICK IS TOO BIG I DONT WANT TO HURT SOMEBODY #XDDD #twast like carsh ;( but carsh dont pay attention to him!#wtf my tags at the top got deleted #it said: i got cash's outfit from a link max posted in chat >:(#my art #paintysownart #shitpost papyrus

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ollie-oxen-free · 4 years

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“What’s a good name for a cat/dog/pet? For no reason in particular.”—TwistedMoney (or TwistedPuppyMoney)

group chats are always so much fun to write. take the twistedpuppymoney shitpost and begone

tags: animal sickness mention, animal illness mention, shitpost, kinda fluff

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Twisted: Hey darlin’s! Quick question: what’s a good name fer a cat?

Sugar Daddy: why.

Twisted: No reason!

the weed man: did you get a cat

Twisted: Sorta! Found him diggin in the garbage fer food n felt bad. He’s a bit agressive but I think it’s cause he’s sick. There’s no hair on his tail and the google says it’s called “stud tail?”

Either that or he’s got ringworm or something!

Also I think his paws are hurt too because his toes don’t quite look right.

the weed man: nice

Sugar Daddy: Twist we’re not keeping a diseased cat.

the weed man: why not

you scared

Twisted: There ain’t nothin ta be afraid of! I swear!

Sugar Daddy: don’t fucking encourage him. if it’s sick we’re not keeping it.

Twisted: At least till he’s better? C’mon, you know the shelter won’t take ‘im if he’s contagious!

Please?

the weed man: yeah please

ive always wanted a diseased pet

Sugar Daddy: Slim, i wish you were dead.

and fine. we’ll take him to the vet tomorrow to see about treating him.

Twisted: Thanks darlin!

the weed man: whats he look like anyways

Twisted: Hold on, I’ll take a picture!

[image file]

the weed man: aksjdhflakjsdhalksjdnf

twist thats a fucking possum

Twisted: Oh. Well, that explains the thumbs!

#twistedpuppymoney #shitpost #papcest #500 followers #my writing #group chat #im funny i swear #also twist is kind but dumb i will not take criticism #hes never seen a possum before leave the man alone

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odderancyart · 5 years

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They're four years into their lives on the Surface. It's winter and snowy. Christmas Eve has finally arrived. Life is wonderful.

This is 6400 words of pure Christmas fluff based on my own Swedish traditions with all our favourite skeletons. There's cuddles to be had, food to be cooked, grumpy boyfriends to convince to dress up, and everyone - with one exception - is an asshole. Just as it should be.

Christmas fluff is up on AO3 now!

No warnings.

Undertale, Underfell, Underswap, Swapfell, Twistfell, Swapfell Purple

Ships: Spicyhoney, Blackcherry & Twistedmoney

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dragonfics · 5 years

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👌 - Favourite position? 👗 - Clothes off or on during sex? ☠️ - Do they have any bad sexual experiences? 💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on? for spicyhoney and twistedmoney? 😁😁😁😁😁😁😇😇😇😇 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙆🙆🙆🙆

👌 - Favourite position?

Spicyhoney: Answered here.

TwistedMoney:

Twist likes anything where he can see Cash’s face, and a position that gives him access to most of Cash’s body. Missionary works for this, where Twist is on top and Cash has his legs over his shoulders. As does the amazon press, and cowgirl (both with Twist on top–although he doesn’t mind being on the bottom either).

Cash likes doggy, where he’s on the bottom. He’s the opposite of Twist, in that he prefers to hide his face. He also likes reverse cowgirl, with Twist on top.

👗 - Clothes off or on during sex?

Spicyhoney: Edge likes to keep them on, Rus likes to take them off. Rus tries to get Edge to take off as many pieces of clothing as he can, and later into their relationship, Edge is more comfortable with it. But he’s very self-conscious of his scars.

TwistedMoney: Clothes off for Twist, and on for Cash. Cash isn’t as particular about it as Edge is, but in a way for him, clothing represents status. Take it away, and he feels a lot more vulnerable and exposed. Strangely, he also likes it when Twist keeps his clothes on. Not because he doesn’t like Twist’s naked body, but because, a lot of the time, Twist’s clothes are gifts from Cash, and it turns Cash on to see him in them.

💦 - Any traits or physical attributes that really turn them on?

Spicyhoney:

Nothing in particular, for Edge (apart from a respectful partner, perhaps). But when it comes to Rus, Edge quietly enjoys how smooth and unflawed his body is. It’s such a contrast to his own bones, and it comforts him, knowing Rus hasn’t dealt with the same violent upbringing he had to endure.

Rus loves a big boy. 😉 That’s not as dirty as it sounds. Rus likes partners who are physically stronger than he is. Ones that can easily overpower him. Not so much because he wants them to overpower him (not that he doesn’t enjoy that from time to time), but more because he likes the idea that they could, but won’t. Edge satisfies this kink immensely well.

TwistedMoney:

Twist honestly isn’t picky. Physically, there isn’t much in particular that draws him in. Even in personality, he isn’t prone to any particular type of person. He does like the way Cash tends to grapple with him a bit before sex. He likes to think he can sweet talk Cash into bed (despite the fact that Cash is only make it difficult for him to tease him).

Cash loves a well-dressed man. Which… Twist isn’t, really. 😂 But that just gives Cash the opportunity to dress Twist himself, which is the fun part.

☠️ - Do they have any bad sexual experiences? (putting this one under the cut because of non-con references!)

Spicyhoney:

Edge does. Several. His relationship with Muffet wasn’t actually all that bad (as in, nothing non-consensual happened). But it wasn’t completely healthy. Muffet didn’t treat him kindly in bed, and it left him a bit tender for years afterwards. He’s also been sexually harassed more than once in Underfell, and several… graphic threats have been made at him, especially during his time in the guard.

Rus has a few sexual encounters he’d prefer to forget. Once or twice, he’s been too intoxicated to really give consent. He doesn’t think of those encounters as rape or assault, but they’re not happy memories either. Nowadays, drunk sex isn’t much fun for him, even if he’s only a little tipsy. He feels like he’s being taken advantage of, even if he knows that isn’t the case. He usually only has drunk sex when he’s feeling self-destructive or anxious.

TwistedMoney:

🤔 Where to begin.

Twist’s time with Muffet is one big bad sexual experience. I won’t go into too much detail, but if you’ve read Kit’s Twistfell AU, you probably get the idea. A lot of his early adulthood was spent being sexually manipulated and abused. And that’s impacted the way he perceives himself sexually. He’s probably more likely to engage in sex he knows won’t make him happy now, because of his history.

Cash also experienced a lot of sexual trauma in his early adulthood. After leaving the palace, he was sexually assaulted and harassed more than once while he lived on the streets. And although Grillby didn’t mistreat him sexually, a lot of the time, Cash felt like he owed Grillby sex in return for the safety he provided him with.

Ohhh these poor boys. I’m so horrible to them.

Thanks, Painty! :D

Questions from here: https://dragonfics.tumblr.com/post/182011613814/sexy-headcanon-meme

#work inappropriate #non-con #implied non-con #headcanons #sexy headcanon meme #spicyhoney #us papyrus #uf papyrus #twistedmoney #twist papyrus #purple sf papyrus

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