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@itsladykit I just love these two lol ❤️
#twistfell#swapfell#undertale#fan art#swapfell au#undertale au#undertale fandom#undertale post#undertale fanart#papyrus au#papyrus fanart#papyrus art#fanart swapfell#digital fanart#fanart#swaptwistfell#cash papyrus#twist papyrus#papyrus#papyrus the skeleton#cash#twistedmoney#twist fanart#cash fanart#swapfell papyrus#swapfell purple#fanart digital#fanart drawing#fanart doodle#doodle
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Do you have any hc for each Papyrus' comfort meal? :>
Oh, yes! I love asks like these and it's been ages! ^_^
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No headcanon for the OG, since I believe he told us it was dinosaur oatmeal. ^_^ I do think he'd enjoy a milkshake as a "treat". (He tells himself it's healthy because of the milk.)
Fell Pap (Edge) - This poor man. I will never release him from my eating disorder headcanon. He takes no comfort from food, even on a good day. Maybe later, once they reach the surface, and he gets some therapy, things might change for him. I think hot chocolate--spicy, not sweet--is a good gateway for him. It's not technically food, so it's not necessarily triggering for him. I see it more as something he'll seek on an especially good day, though, rather than a bad one.
Swap Pap (Rus) - This boy loves to eat. He's not picky, and he has a big sweet-tooth. His comfort food is something from his Muffet. Bear-claws--she calls them spider-claws, of course (look it up!)--are a favorite in particular. He does like the way she sighs when he asks for one of her 'nuts, though. (Donuts, of course.)
Swapfell (Slim) - Another sweet-tooth here. He too loves Muffet's cooking, but he actually likes something more substantial when he's seeking comfort. Mashed potatoes and grilled cheese is weirdly a favorite for him. Followed by ice cream (with coffee). It's just nostalgic for him, hearkening back to better days.
And for my personal AUs:
Twistfell (Twist) - He loves veggies. A really well made salad--not kidding; we're talking arugula and spinach, a touch of fresh herbs, maybe some candied nuts or fresh fruit, cucumbers, radishes, or whatever looks good at the market that week--is his absolute favorite. Especially if someone else makes it. He knows it takes a surprising amount of forethought and effort to make a good salad, and he definitely knows it's not everyone's favorite, so when someone takes the time--explicitly or implicitly for him--it always puts a smile on his face.
Swaptwistfell (Cash) - He pretends it's something fancy like lobster or steak, but his comfort meal is definitely something simple and cheap. Street tacos or fish and chips are especially preferred, washed down with good beer. (He'll always splurge on the alcohol.)
Sweetfell (Lotus) - Another boy who likes something simple, since luxury is too tied into his job. The cinnamon bunnies from Snowdin are probably a big comfort food for him, since it reminds him of the first moments he was truly free. Grillby's 'burg and fries are another big comfort food for him, even if the grease sometimes upsets his soul.
#headcanons#all the paps#fell papyrus#swap papyrus#swell papyrus#swaptwistfell papyrus#sf papyrus#twist papyrus#sweetfell papyrus#lotus
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ahh okay so,,.. first og post on tumblr. this is my cast of characters that i will be using in art & fanfics. all o' these will be undertale au variations, please let me know if i need to tag anyone.
i would love to answer questions but i think its safe to say nothing is gonna happen until later, whenever that is
they use masculine pronouns unless otherwise specified!!
UnderTale
Comic - his hobbies consist of conspiring with the rats and finding the most ridiculous places to hide. have you ever seen someone hide under the floor? it was him, always has been.
Rus - is his love for coffee the result of his jumpy enthusiasm, or does the coffee fuel his hyperactivity at 3am? we will never know. sorts his books after levels of nostalgia.
UnderSwap
Blue - being within a ten meter radius of him will make you giddy. motivation and an energy drink is all he needs to survive. oh shit, he spiked the punch again.
Stretch - he stores everything in his pockets, and is very big on social media. maybe its his personality, but everyone is staring at the chaos in the bg, while this man stays oblivious.
UnderFell
Red, Cherry - the sad wannabe tough guy. he looks like he could crush you with a hand, but in reality he just wants to know which cafe you got your vanilla latte from.
Edge - the diplomacy is a front, he is a bastardly cat father with no sense of style (it doesnt matter though, he can make it look good, fuck you linda).
SwapFell [purple designs]
Razz - [she/they] watches youtube, tells herself just one more, and whoopsies its 4am now. all of their shirts have cursewords on them because she has the same self-restraint level everywhere she goes.
Slim, Pup - cannot bother with sorting his music into playlists. he just has that autoplaylist 'liked' with at least 1000 different songs. he knows where every. single. song. is.
FellSwap [red designs]
Wine - being around him with a coffee mug feels like a crime. it must be gold plated or it will feel out of place. wine knows that, that's why he always drinks suspicious red liquid out of a wine glass.
Mutt - oh god who put him in charge of anything. its all memes. he shouldnt even have access to the internet anymore, since he hired hackers at one point to- oh, shit, sorry, thats classified-
TwistFell {@itsladykit}
Black - the entire house smells like baked goods, all the sugar is gone, and now black doesnt know what to do because all the counters are covered with cinnamon skulls with a hint of calcium.
Twist - reeks like chaos incarnate. there is a level of tomfuckery here unparalleled to anything anyone has ever seen. everywhere is not safe, run for your sanity!
SwapTwistFell {also @itsladykit, because good shit}
Plum - about as pleasant as a really old plum. he's also... you know... dead? probably.
Cash - prickly cactus man. hes smoking - no, really, where the fuck did all these dang cigarello buds come from? the cactus prickley thingies are, in reality, his cigarello outer coating.
HorrorTale
Axe - he's also rather dead! used to be a raging something or another.
Crooks - literally hyperfocuses on aethetics and books. every room in his house has a wildly different theme that is gorgeous on its own, but mixed together as it is, its like an assorted bag of eye ouchies.
DuskTale {my own au, will elaborate later on}
Cod - [they/them] they've been sitting in that same spot, doing nothing, for the last three hours. are they breathing? it sure doesnt look like it. call an ambulance just in case.
Acid - OH sweet baby jesus, someone left the door open and now the gremlin got into the garage. i dunno what he's making but it sounds like chemical distruction. face mask anyone?
#undertale#undertale fandom#utau#undertale au#underswap#underfell#swapfell#fellswap#twistfell#swaptwistfell#horrortale#dusktale
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A sketch based off of a drawing @achirding made a bit ago!
#ut#undertale#my art#cash#uhh. what is the name of cash's au ????#i really loved the way you drew cash in that piece !!! i loved his smug face#i wanted to recreate it kfjfjfjd#him in a silly fancy bathrobe...with a matching ascot and cigarette holder ..#swapfell purple#stf papyrus#swaptwistfell#the piece this is based off of is on rook's twitter btw. pretty sure she didn't post it on tumblr ?#ANYWAY. i really loved that piece#NOT in the mood for. full lineart drawings......#I've been mostly drawing traditionally recently anyway#but. take this#I KNOW LIGHT DOEST WORK LIKE THAT...but the drawing felt too dark with less of it lol
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Cash Plum Twist Blackberry of Twistfell AU, a sad fanart of a fic repurposed for a life on the Twistfell AU blog, pleased to make your acquaintance - hj
—- Submitted by @hj-skb. Man, this is stunning. The contrast between these two scenes is perfect. The symbolism is just incredible too. I’ve come to think of Cash and Plum as the “swap” of Twist and Blackberry, and that’s reflected beautifully here. And Plum’s ghost? That memory nearly strangling Cash? It’s so perfect. Beautiful, beautiful work. I am so flattered that my work inspired this piece. Thank you so, so much.
#twistfell#swaptwistfell#twist papyrus#twist sans#stf papyrus#stf sans#plum#cash#not my work#amazing art#i feel so special#submission
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So Kyuko came up with this ship, and I liked it. And because Historical AUs apparently is a Thing™ for me, it became a Historical AU. Shocking, I know. Arranged Marriage this time.
Cash/Wine. Expensive Red?
Twistfell belongs to @itsladykit and it’s also her Swapfell Purple (Swaptwistfell?) I’ve tried to write because goddammit I love that Cash, and Plum is pretty great too.
This’ll likely get just a short continuation
”You sold me to the highest bidder.”
The words were flat, factual. Unemotional. A slow waltz played in the background, but no one was dancing. There was no one there except for Cash, his brother, and the orchestra. And the guards and servants, obviously, but none of them counted. His hands clenched at his sides, claws digging into his palms. Standing stiff, he stared down at his older brother, who was reclining in a crimson armchair.
Plum raised an eyebrow and regarded him coolly. A champagne glass rested in his hand, and the drink swished around inside as he moved his wrist just a little. Once, almost going over the edge, but not quite. For a moment, he didn’t speak. Almost as though he was considering his words. Then he gestured at the other armchair with his free arm. An order. A scowl appeared on his face when Cash continued to stand, but he didn’t press the issue.
“It is the best opportunity you will get, brother,” Plum said, his eyes sweeping over Cash’s appearance. From his black boots, they travelled up over his purple waistcoat and coat, and to the embroidered eyepatch over his right eye. When he shook his head, something hard knotted inside Cash’s stomach, making him want to duck his head and shoulders. He didn’t. “His Majesty is known not to be needlessly violent; I am certain he will make a good spouse. And what is more important is that he is an incredibly powerful man. You will marry him, Cash, or there will be consequences. The engagement contract is already being written.”
Holding Cash’s gaze, Plum’s didn’t waver. His glowing eyes were determined, and no traces of regret were to be found. Nothing hinting on that he might be at least not entirely delighted over marrying his useless disgrace of a brother off to whoever could offer the most. An alliance, gold, territory. All of it to Plum’s and Asriel’s advantage.
Ignoring the ache in his stomach, an ache so familiar he almost didn’t feel it anymore, Cash nodded sharply, once. A rare smile appeared on Plum’s face. Not rare because he didn’t smile, he often did when around Asriel. Rare because it was directed at Cash. Something more painful flared up in his soul, on the same time as a small spark of joy dared to show up in a corner of his being. A joy quickly supressed. He had no reason to be happy that his brother was pleased with him. Not when it was over the fact that he had agreed to marry someone he had never met. Someone infamous for his ruthlessness in war.
When Plum gestured against the armchair again, Cash sat. Sank limply into the soft cushion. At his brother’s order, a servant was immediately by his side, bowing as they held up a silver tray with yet another crystal champagne class. Cash took it, resisting the urge to down it all at once. Once his brother allowed him to go, he was going to drink himself into oblivion.
“Wonderful,” Plum replied pleasantly, leaning forward ever so slightly. “Now then. King Wine is incredibly urbane, so we will need to get your manners in order beforehand-“
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The engagement ring had been given over to Cash through a marshal visiting the castle, so he had yet to meet his betrothed. The carriage shook under him as it travelled through the forest, but the cushions were stuffed. They were both sitting steady. Them, as in Cash and his manservant. Twist. A former thief and whore who Cash had, for reasons he didn’t even understand himself, picked up at a tavern when travelling through a few years ago. He was coming with him to his new kingdom – and so was Twist’s brother, who was in another carriage. Although he would never admit it to himself, jealousy grew in Cash whenever he saw the brothers interact.
So instead of admitting it, he studied the ring around his finger. It was a delicate thing, and gorgeous. Must’ve cost a fortune. The thought made him feel just a little better. The sunshine coming in through the window reflected in the gold – 24 carat, he’d had the royal jeweller check – and the purple amethysts and blood-red rubies.
“Ya ‘lright, precious?” Twist suddenly asked, making him jerk. Cash hissed as his head hit the wall, and the other snorted. Nevertheless, the concerned expression on his face remained.
Scowling, Cash rubbed the back of his head and nodded. His eye twitched in annoyance at how Twist studied him closely. Seriously. He really, really didn’t know why he’d made the other his manservant, or why he kept him. Who’d want such a disobedient, mouthy servant, really? Him, apparently.
“I’m fine, Twisted,” he snapped. Twist shrugged, but didn’t look very convinced. Throwing up his hands in the air, Cash continued, “My brother and His Majesty are only marrying me off to a complete stranger whose armies have never lost a battle under his command. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”
“I think ya jus’ described ‘t pretty well.”
With a growl, Cash turned to the window, staring at the trees flashing by. They would arrive during the afternoon, he’d been told. The sun had not yet risen to its highest point. Estimated, he had another six hours until he would be wed. Wed to King Wine the Unmerciful, as he’d heard the servants whisper. Not an especially catchy moniker, if you asked him.
He flinched when a hand gently touched his knee. Glancing at Twist, he could see the apologetic smile on the other’s face. Cash quickly turned away, he didn’t want to see it. Didn’t want to see that pitying gaze so many in the castle had worn when looking at him ever since it was made official.
“’M sorry, Patches, didn’ mean ta upset ya,” Twist said, voice soft.
Cash gave him the middle finger, causing Twist to grin. “Fuck off.”
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Exactly on the border, a wedding temple had been built, specifically for this occasion. Half of it was in Cash’s homeland, and half was in King Wine’s. Most of the cost had been on the king, although Asriel too had added in with money to have it built. They did not want to seem greedy, after all, Cash thought with a bitter smile. When the carriage stopped, he could see a similar carriage on the other side of the temple. Where his was gold and light purple, King Wine’s was gold and black with crimson details. Among other things, red roses were painted onto the black doors.
When a page opened the carriage, Twist slipped out first to help him down. No matter how much Cash wished to tear his hand out of Twist’s and storm out of the carriage, he couldn’t. On the other side of the border, foreign nobles were watching. And on this side, Plum and Asriel were both giving him strict gazes. Behave, they said, or else.
It was with a crooked kind of pleasure Cash realized that within two hours he’d be of higher status than his brother. After the ceremony, he’d be a king consort whereas Plum was only the Royal Judge. Not of higher status than a royal. His mouth twisted into a smile as he met his brother’s gaze. There was something surprised in Plum’s eyes, as though he had not expected Cash to stare at him like this.
“Thi’ way, m’lord,” Twist hissed quietly, bowing his head even as he subtly elbowed Cash when he walked past him. The eye contact broke. Cash nodded. He held his head high as he walked into their side of the temple. Where he would be stripped of everything from his homeland, to truly leave it behind, before getting dressed in the clothes he had chosen for his wedding, made in his betrothed’s realm.
It was a wonder he’d received permission to bring two of his servants along. Normally, not even a pet would be allowed to be kept.
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Twist was still hovering over him when he faced the door. Not quite touching him, but just… staying close. It was somewhat touching on the same time as it was incredibly annoying, and Cash couldn’t help but growl at him to get his shit together and back off. Which Twist of course was forced to obey, now when they were in the company of a whole miniature court.
Swallowing, Cash straightened out the white skirt of the dress he had opted to wear. The skirt was wide at the sides and back, with multiple layers of extra shirts and embroideries. Dresses gave a certain protection suits did not. Clasping his hands in front of him, he waited. Outside, the orchestra started to play. A drop of sweat slid down the back of his head.
It was happening. He was getting married to the king of Auron. The traditional wedding march began, and the golden door handles were turned. When the doors slid open, Cash faced a crowd of pastel-clothed nobles. White, red, and purple flowers covered the walls and the pillars. Everyone stared at him. At his cue, he inhaled deeply, and stepped over the threshold. Stepped over the border, into his new country.
When he did, Plum appeared at his side. Offered him his arm. Almost as though Plum could see the brief thought of refusing in his mind, his smile turned sharper. Cash took his arm, the purple velvet soft beneath his hand. Forcing a smile onto his face, he let Plum lead him toward the altar. His soul was pounding in his chest.
Then, up by the altar, he saw him. Cash’s breath hitched. With his hands neatly behind his back, King Wine met his eyes. His betrothed was wearing a completely white suit, except for a silver-embroidered waistcoat, and the golden crown on his head. By the altar, a second, smaller crown rested on a black silk pillow. But Cash wasn’t paying attention to that. Hot damn. He’d seen paintings, of course, but for the first time in his life, he could truthfully say the paintings didn’t do reality justice.
He must’ve frozen, because King Wine’s grin widened just a tad, and Plum hissed at him to “Move.” Shaking his head, Cash stared at the king as he walked up the low staircase. His heels clicked against the stone, even with the pastel pink carpet in-between. Then they stood opposite of each other, and King Wine held out his hand. His red eye shone, even as the other was void black. Almost limp, Cash watched Plum bow deeply as he placed his hand into his groom’s. The other’s teeth were sharper than even his brother’s, and white enough to almost sparkle in the daylight.
The ceremony was almost a blur, but that was mostly because Cash drowned it out. He said what he was supposed to, and smiled and nodded as he was supposed to. A trophy, that was what he was now, wasn’t he. Someone to be shown off as a pretty thing – “Aren’t I lucky to have this beautiful spouse? Aren’t you jealous?” – and to carry heirs. His breath caught in his throat. Children. He would be expected to carry children for this man.
Something feeling terrifyingly much like a sob made its way up his throat, and Cash’s eyes widened ever so slightly in panic. God no. He couldn’t cry. Not now. Not only would he completely humiliate himself, but who knew what would happen. What either his brother or his soon-husband would do? As his soul raced in his chest, he swallowed, and did it again, forcing it down. They were now facing the priest, and King Wine glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Cash was sure his smile wasn’t convincing, that it wobbled, but at least the king did look away. Suddenly, it was all over.
The priest declared, “You may now kiss the groom, Your Majesty.”
King Wine was just a little shorter than him, and they were both wearing heels. When he placed a surprisingly gentle palm on Cash’s cheek, Cash immediately leaned down, and their teeth pressed together. The kiss was brief, almost chaste. The priest declared them husband and husband, and an applause rose from the audience.
Unable to help it, Cash glanced over at Plum, where he stood just beneath the altar. He looked pleased, almost delighted, but he wasn’t watching Cash. Instead his eyes were on his new husband.
Suddenly, the tone of the event completely changed. The softer wedding music turned solemn, powerful, and King Wine let go off his hand, backing away. It took a moment for Cash to process it, before his eyes widened. Oh, right. His husband took the smaller crown of the pillow, nodding for him to kneel, and so he did. The corset strained a bit on his ribs, but Cash sank onto his knees, bowing his back and neck.
Staring at Wine’s shoes, he clenched his hands to keep himself from trembling. The questions were asked, and Cash monotonously rabbled his vows, to be a good consort and work for his people and blah blah blah who the fuck cared. It wasn’t like he was going to have any power anyway. A snort escaped him, although it luckily was drowned out by the king’s speech.
The crown was cold as it was placed on his skull, and King Wine offered his hand to help him rise. Cash wished he could ignore it as he accepted. He blinked when he received a smile before his husband turned to the audience, declaring, “All kneel before Cash, King Consort of Auron.”
And so everyone did. There was a shuffle as hundreds of people moved to kneel on the floor. Everyone, except Asriel and a few other rulers. For a fraction of a second, Cash’s and Asriel’s gazes crossed before Cash quickly turned away, hatred boiling inside of him. His eyes instead found Plum, who indeed was kneeling as well. Somehow, it made him uneasy, made his body wish to take a step backwards.
“Rise,” King Wine said, in the same moment Cash realized it. Plum was immediately on his feet, and he let out an unconscious sigh of relief. King Wine – or just Wine, Cash supposed, they were spouses now – tilted his head as he took Cash’s hand, intertwining their fingers.
Cash blinked at the unexpectedly gentle gesture. He was at a loss at what to do, and discomfort coiled in his stomach.
A loud crash echoed through the temple. He winced before, just like everyone else, turning toward the back of the temple to stare. There, a table full of refreshments had fallen over. Metal plates were rolling over the floor, and wine had spilled over the carpet. In the middle of it, Twist stood in his new Auronian uniform, grinning sheepishly. When he found Cash staring at him, he winked.
Cash couldn’t stop the groan building in his throat, and he facepalmed. Damn you, Twist.
“Whoops?” Twist said, sounding far too cheerful. “I’ll clean tha’ right ‘p.”
#swaptwistfell#purple swapfell#twistfell#fellswap gold#cash papyrus#cash#twist papyrus#plum sans#plum#sfg sans#cash/wine#arranged marriage#historical au#royalty au#yes this is the same twist as in that twist/slim fic at the tavern#it just happened#i don't know what the fuck i am doing#damn it's almost 1 am#lucky i don't have school tomorrow
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Twist story chapter 33
Twistfell and everything associated with it belong to @itsladykit
Comments, likes, and reblogs continue to make me very happy and let me know people are enjoying this story and I’m not posting into the void. Thank you!
Summary: There’s a cure for LV (probably). It’s completely safe (probably). It’s a highly unpleasant experience (definitely). Twist only cares about that first statement. He probably should have paid a little more attention to the other two. But what does it matter? He’s getting what he wants, and he has the best friends and family in any universe to help along the way.
(Those friends and family might disagree about how much it matters, but who made them the experts on good decision making? They’ll work it all out somehow or other. Eventually.)
Read on Ao3
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You mentioned that Plum is loyal to the Queen and the royal family, does that mean Asgore, Asriel and the Adoptees(MK,Chara,Frisk)?
In the AU I use—which I call Swaptwistfell—Asgore is dead and has returned as Flowey, Asriel has rebelled against his mother and now resides in the Ruins in protest of her tyranny, and the children are either dead or would not be adopted by Tori.
This is a Fell ‘verse. In particular, it’s a Fell-verse getting worse with every passing day. The ending where Cash is left alone in the Judgment Hall as the lone survivor is probably the “good” end to this AU. These people either do not deserve to make it to the surface, or they die trying to get the Fallen Child back home.
Make no mistake, Plum and Toriel are bad guys, and they are not the kind that can be redeemed.
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This is amazing! I can’t even begin to describe all the wonderful things about it. The way Twist has collapsed with those little drops of sweat, and now he just won’t move anymore, and the intensity of Cash’s expression as he desperately hopes the injection will work, and the way he’s clutching Twist’s damaged soul while he injects the syringe like he wants to freak out but knows he has to do this right. Twist looks so hurt and vulnerable here. It’s beautiful, and exactly how he should look in this scene. Cash’s thought is so perfect too, so very caring and concerned in his grumpy Cash way. He just wants some sign that Twist isn’t dying right in front of him and doesn’t know if the only thing he has to help will be enough to save him.
Thank you! This is awesome!
First of the fic request drawings!!!
This is of @rainoverthemountains as of yet untitled Twist fic that they've been doing with @itsladykit s characters Twist and Cash! I love these good(bad) boys trying their best in trying times!!
Specifically this chapter:
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"How to Say Goodbye and Mean It"
Cash-centric fic. Heavy angst with a hopeful end. WARNING FOR SUICIDAL IDEATION (not a focus), MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, AND PAST ABUSE.
It starts in the Judgment Hall. Cash is facing the child once again—and maybe he doesn’t fully remember the times that came before, but he has a strong sense of deja vu and it feels like he’s been in this room forever—and he kills them (again) and tells them that, if they’re really sorry, they won’t come back (again).
This time, though...they don’t. Even though Cash doesn’t actually know that this is different, it feels wrong, somehow. He stands in the Hall, waiting for something, but nothing happens. No one comes to see what happened. The Queen is dead. Flowey is staring at her dust, weeping (remember, in this AU, Flowey is Asgore) and muttering that they’re all dead, all gone, and They aren’t coming back why aren’t They coming back?!?! Cash just avoids the crazy Flower, drifting.
At some point, he realizes that, eventually, he’s going to die. He doesn’t know how to farm snails or operate any of the sustainable gardens. He’s going to starve at some point. And...he realizes that he’s okay with that.
So he goes back to the house in Snowdin. Plum is dead. (Everyone is dead.) Cash finds his helmet from the guard, though, and soon enough, he finds himself talking to it. It’s bitter, self-conscious remarks at first, snide and cruel. As time stretches on, though, he starts really talking to it. He screams at it. Finally, finally confronts his brother’s abuse and mistreatment as he couldn’t when he was alive. And finds that his outburst offers him no closure. He ends his last tirade by saying, “i hate you.” The helmet is, as always, silent, and Cash is left feeling hollow and empty.
After this confrontation with his dead brother, he breaks into Muffet’s and steals a bunch of alcohol, getting properly shitfaced before returning to the Judgement Hall. He screams for the kid to come back. To finish the job. To end this.
He drinks himself into unconsciousness, and when he wakes, he sees a small figure at the end of the Hall. Still half-drunk, he toters to his feet and lights a cigarillo. If he’s gonna die, he wants to enjoy one last smoke. As the figure gets closer, though, he realizes...it’s Sans. His soul starts hammering, but then he starts picking out the differences. This Sans is heavier. He’s missing a tooth. He’s got a crack in his socket, and Plum wouldn’t be caught dead in those clothes.
“who are you?” he asks, not sure if he should trust this stranger, especially when he says that he can get him out of here, away from what is fast becoming a tomb. In the end, though, he figures he’s got nothing to lose. He takes Red’s hand, and lets him lead him away.
Plum’s helmet remains where Cash left it. Forgotten and covered in dust.
#sf papyrus#cash#swaptwistfell#stf sans#plum#abuse#suicideal ideation#major character death#mcd#past abuse
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What's the age difference between the boys from Swaptwistfell? How old were they when Plum died and Cash met everyone? What about the age differences when Crisp was alive?
Okay, just to clarify, because I don’t want to give the wrong impression. Plum’s alive except in timelines when Cash comes to the Surface after a genocide run. That’s not part of the ‘canon’ for Swaptwistfell—that’s just for fics when I don’t really want to use him. “Crisp” on the other hand is a theoretical character. I won’t ever use him in a fic. For all intents and purposes, he does not exist.
Just wanted to get that out of the way.
When they get to the Surface, the skeletons are:
Plum - 31
Red, Sans, Slim, Rus - 30
Twist & Cash - 27
Blue, Papyrus, Razz, Edge (and Lotus) - 25
Blackberry- 24
The Swaptwistfell P2 model would be the same age as Blackberry, had he lived. (And the Twistfell S1 would be the same age as Plum.)
All of the dead brothers died was they were still pretty young. Definitely under 5.
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Why is Asriel in self exile in SwapTwistfell but not Twistfell? Is he more his father's son than his mother's? What exactly is the difference between the rule of the king and queen that Asriel would exile himself in one life but not in the other?
I don’t really think there’s a specific reason I could point to. In one, Asriel had more hope that he could possibly change things. In another, he didn’t feel he had any hope of making a difference. Their universes, their experiences, and their personalities are just different enough that they’d make different decisions even when faced with similar situations. Call it the butterfly effect.
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hey so you're probably the only person i've seen writing about cash and i kinda got into him cos of atypical but bc of the tumblr purge i cant find any refs other than what he looks like bc swapfells are confusing so i - basically have no idea who he is other than he likes money??? which one is his brother????
Oh, man, this is a shockingly complex question to answer. And I’m afraid I’ll be of limited help because I’m not at all familiar with his actual AU.
His design was originally part of KH Swapfell, aka Swapfell purple. I’d link to the original art, but...I honestly have no idea where to find it or what blog it came from. As far as I know, it’s not very active anymore, if at all. And I know the original creator did not want it to be called “Fellswap”.
That AU is a Swapped Fell ‘verse, though, hence the name. I believe I’ve seen @megalotrash @badgertablet @messedupessy @redtomatofan and some others use this version of him. He’s sometimes called Money and a few other things.
I started writing him because of @cheapbourbon’s art. Their design of him is the one I prefer to think of. They called him Cash, and I rather like the name, so that’s what I call him.
However! My version of his AU isn’t actually a Swapped Fell verse. My Cash is from a Twist-verse. A Swapped Twist verse, which I’ll infrequently refer to as Swaptwistfell. So that means I see him as having an older brother, a Queen on the throne, Asriel hiding out in the Ruins, and Asgore is now Flowey. I call his brother Plum, and he—and the rest of his AU—are totally unrelated to KH Swapfell. Cash’s design is inspired by it, but that’s all.
Outside of my works, most people refer to his bro as Black, I believe. (Yes. Short for Blackberry. Because Twist was originally supposed to be my version of Cash, but he rebelled on me.) He’s often depicted as having a tri-force symbol instead of eyelights. I...don’t really have a handle on his personality? Or on the original KH Papyrus’, to be frank.
So. Basically? My Cash is pretty dissimilar to most other versions out there, with a couple exceptions. Here’s a link to the bio I use for him.
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What about Swaptwistfell Muffet? Is she dead? Just not in the story?
She’s in the AU. She just doesn’t have a significant relationship to the skeleton bros. She’s probably pretty similar to Swell Muffet, but she’s harder and more reserved. She’s been hurt by reaching out before, so now she just sticks with her spiders and spiderlings. She doesn’t look beyond her clan for companionship.
( @lucyhblack was asking about this too, so I’m tagging them here.)
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This may be a weird question, but I thought of it, and now can’t un-think it. Does Plum love Cash? There’s clearly something there on Cash’s side, I mean, nothing good or healthy, but what about Plum?
Honestly? I don’t think it matters.
Plum’s feelings about Cash simply aren’t as important as his treatment of Cash. It doesn’t really matter what his intentions are or what justification he uses.
He’s abusive. And he can say that he cares all he wants, he can say he only wants the best for Cash, and on some level, he probably believes it. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t change the fact that he’s an abusive asshole.
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What's the background for the Swaptwistfell bros? I know they're raised by the queen, I think. Or the Swaptwistfell setting in general? The post the otger day where Crisp lives, and Asriel is behind the door?? I mean why is he there? Is that just the way it is in Swaptwistfell??? Did Toriel lock him up in the Ruins for "his own good"?
I could have sworn I talked about this before. I know I did for Twistfell.
This AU is a direct Swap of Twistfell. Asriel’s in the Ruins because he doesn’t like the way his mother runs things. He’s in voluntary exhile.
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