#Puppymoney

[wave-nine]

fight and make up out

[alusniper]

DESENHA O PUPPY E MONEY COM A BANDEIRA GAY :> 👉👈

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💛here!!!!

[bonesawsart]

Too tired to clean this up anymore but HHHH I missed them too!!

[picklestupid]

I can't get enough of them

[himarayasalt]

My puppymoney illustrations🫶

Sorry I couldn't translate it.(T_T)

[ask-ufpapyrus]

Sorry for the wait @itsladykit I hope you like it

[hj-skb]

It’s @maddieblay’s birthday and I made this as a birthday present based on their fic “Slip Up(1/2/3)”, featuring Slim and Cash in a state of emotional constipation. Happy birthday!

[ollie-oxen-free]

“You should find someone better.” and puppymoney!!!!!

okay, so i know this could have been angsty and i know thats what you would have wanted but hear me out. puppymoney where theyre both stupid pieces of shit who think the other deserves better but love each other too much to really bother to push each other away.

tags: drunkenness, puppymoney, maddie im very sorry for being a dumb bitch

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It wasn’t so much the words as it was the drunken slur they were said in that made Slim laugh. He looked down at the other, halfway in the passenger seat and the rest slumped over the divider, his face pressed into his shirt.

“‘Someone better,’ huh?”

Cash muttered an agreement into his stomach, his arm wrapped around his spine. There was no way the position was comfortable, but Cash had a way of becoming boneless when he was particularly drunk, slumping over almost anywhere. Almost like a dumb cat, Slim thought, resting his hand on the back of Cash’s neck and gently scratching the cartilage there. Cash groaned, the sound stuttering off into a purr.

“It wouldn’t be hard,” he said, almost thoughtfully. The purring stopped and Cash turned his head, glaring up at him. Slim grinned back. “Didn’t say I would,” he continued. Cash turned his face back into his shirt with a sigh.

They both could go down that road, a back and forth of ‘find someone better’ until the words lost all meaning. But Slim didn’t want to. Maybe he deserved someone better. Maybe he didn’t. Either way, he didn’t give a shit.

He wanted Cash, and he was too selfish to deny himself that. Below him, the stuttering purr started back up as he thumbed the space between his cervical vertebrae. Slim, for once, kept his mouth shut, letting himself enjoy the sound.

[itsladykit]

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? puppymoney💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? twistedpuppymoney!!!

Thank you for your ask! ^//^

1. Lol. Cash and Slim aren’t generally the type to send cutesy texts, but I can see Slim doing it to Cash to watch him get flustered. He’d only do it when they were in the same room, though, so he could see Cash’s face. Maybe Cash gets up during a movie to make popcorn— bam, Slim sends a text that reads, “thanks, cutie!” and a long string of heart and kissy emojis. His favorite is to do it when they’re with the other skeletons, though. Because Cash will turn a brilliant purple and get beautifully flustered when he does.

2. Aw, these boys.... Probably Twist. He likely wouldn’t mean to say it, but during a heated moment or when he’s just drunk enough, it would pop out. He’d be horrified at himself, but Slim and Cash would be quick to reassure him and say they felt the same. One of them has to break, and then the others will follow suit soon after.

From this.

[me-and-my-gaster]

Doodle DAY 24 - Puppymoney

Because sometimes your boyfriend is gross and silly.

This is the last doodle I managed to draw this month. The heat for the past few days was horrible and I couldn’t muster any strength to draw (and my arms got stuck to the desk which made lines look shitty). Thank you so much for taking part and I hope people whose prompts weren’t used will forgive me. 24/30 prompts is quite a neat challenge and I had a lot of fun drawing every single one of them.

Thank you for taking part! I’m going to launch another fun challenge for August shortly!

❣️ [Rarepair Doodle July Rules] ❣️ [Prompts List] ❣️

☕ Buy me a Ko-Fi! ☕

[fresh-draws]

just some Puppymoney

[wave-nine]

[odderancyart]

Warning: heavy drinking

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Imperfections in our reality are the seams and cracks into which our out-sized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed, and that too is part of how love works. It is not a perfect system, but… oh well. – Welcome to Night Vale

PUPPYMONEY

There were worse things in life than watching the person you love drink himself into destruction, Slim was sure, but right now, he couldn’t think of anything. And that didn’t say a little, considering he’d grown up in a Fellverse. He leaned against the doorframe at the entrance of Grillby’s, his soul heavy as he watched Cash grab another bottle of whiskey, downing half of it at once. Not even the fancy whisky he usually drank, because he was obviously far beyond caring about the taste. Now he was just trying to get drunk – which was a hassle for him, since his alcohol-tolerance was sky-high.

Sighing, Slim stepped inside the bar, receiving a nod from Grillby. The bartender had sent him a text when it became obvious Cash wasn’t about to stop drinking anytime soon. With slow movements, he walked up to Cash, putting a hand on his shoulder. There was no reaction. A bad sign. Any Fellmonster with an ounce of survival instinct would’ve at least checked who it was by now.

But Cash did nothing.

“Hey,” he said softly. Cash only grunted, finally glancing at him from the corner of his eye before downing a good part of the remains in the bottle. “Let me take you home.”

“No.” Cash, surprisingly, didn’t even have a slight slurring to his voice. His eyes were glazed, though, revealing that he wasn’t exactly sober. “Not home. Too empty.”

Oh. Slim nodded. “Alright. Come home to me.”

That earned him another grunt, which he chose to interpret as consent. He pried the bottle out of his hand before pulling Cash’s arm over his shoulder. With a quiet groan, he heaved the other upright, steering him out into the cold outside. The snow of Undertale Snowdin creaked beneath his shoes. Maybe he should be grateful that Cash had chosen a safe universe to try to drink himself to death, at least, but he really didn’t feel like it right now. Cash stumbled forward, staying on his feet only thanks to Slim’s refusal to let him fall.

The walk was silent, and neither of them spoke a word as they stumbled into the Undertale brothers’ basement and Slim activated the machine, back to Swapfell. His arms ached when they stepped through, and it was with a sigh of relief he let Cash fall down on the living room couch. “Don’t throw up, or Razz will be furious,” he warned.

Cash only rolled his eyes. But when Slim stepped away, thinking he’d go to the kitchen and get this asshole some water, he whined, ducking his head and looking away. With a soft sigh, Slim sat down, hesitantly reaching out to put his hand on the other’s arm. Miraculously, he didn’t protest. Maybe he was more drunk than he seemed.

“What’s wrong?”

Shaking his head, Cash leaned more into his touch, and Slim felt his soul melt. Gathering the other up in his arms, he pulled him to his chest. Cash sighed contently, settling in his lap. Yeah. He was absolutely drop-dead drunk. But Slim smiled faintly. Maybe it wasn’t quite as bad at it had seemed first.

“I love you,” he murmured into his skull, certain that Cash wouldn’t remember a thing in the morning, and Cash made a happy noise. “Please take better care of yourself.”

The only reply he got was a faint snoring against his dark orange hoodie, and he sighed, pulling Cash closer.

[bonesawsart]

blessed bois

[picklestupid]

I’m supposed to do school work but all aI have on my mind is them <3

[himarayasalt]

doggy x money

cigarette kiss🚬💕