Still a Papcest Trash

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Pffffiu i’ve got a few asks about that kind of situations of obvious plagiarism and i don’t know what would be a good way to deal with it (it’s the kind of cases where it really sucks AO3 doesn’t have a PM system). 

Oh, right, forgot about that! Here’s what AO3 says on plagiarism in the TOS:

“ Plagiarism is the use of someone else’s words or concepts without properly attributing those words or concepts to their original source. Simply finding and replacing names, substituting synonyms, or rearranging a few words is not enough to make the work original to you. Deliberately writing a work using the same general idea as another work is not plagiarism, but citation is always appreciated. Generally, quotes from the source material (canon) on which the Content is based will not constitute plagiarism, nor will obvious allusions (“Use the Force, Luke!”). However, when in doubt, cite. Be aware that the Policy & Abuse team may decide that your citation is not sufficient to render the work your own; a mere nod to another author whose work you are presenting as your own may result in a judgment of plagiarism. “

So you could try and submit an abuse ticket. 

Or else there’s this good suggestion by @roxannevomitsrainbows:

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We are all poetry, Night Vale. Every breath or branch or sigh before another hopeless night of weary slumber is itself a verse in a great poem. – Welcome to Night Vale

SPICYHONEY

Stretch rarely slept well. Insomnia was a bitch, and all that. The sleep he couldn’t get at night was instead made up for by countless shorter naps during the day. Not because he truly needed that much sleep – he was a Papyrus after all – but because sleep, however restless, was an escape from the constant anxiety.

Yeah. Being awake was in itself a curse sometimes. Funny thing that his brother was the one who needed sleep and easily found it, whilst complaining about needing it. Things would’ve been better for both of them if it had been the other way around, like it conveniently was for Sans and Papyrus. But that hadn’t been ‘swapped’ in their universe – even if he still wasn’t convinced they were the swapped ones, it could just as well be Undertale and Underfell that were all backwards.

Sighing softly, he ran his fingers over his partner’s arm. In difference to him, despite being a Papyrus, Edge always fell asleep immediately. Anywhere, anytime he wanted. Rarely deeply though. Not like now, when he was breathing slowly, relaxed, a faint smile on his face. So Stretch couldn’t envy him, since he knew why Edge would sleep so easily. Back home in Underfell, he had to be able to do that, get every minute of sleep he could, because who knew how long he’d have to go without. He’d had to get the sleep he could to function, or die. It was nothing but survival, and Stretch could never envy him that.

But he didn’t need to.

With a murmur, Edge turned around in their bed. His fingers grasped Stretch’s wrist gently, tugging. With a smile, he obeyed, and allowed his datemate – and wasn’t that such a cute word – to pull him in against his chest and hold him there. Their ribs pressed against each other through the thin fabric of Edge’s thin pyjama tank top. It was black with an image of a cartoon honey bear hugging a sourly grizzly – a gift from Sans. And Stretch absolutely loved it, which was why Edge wore it to bed sometimes. Warmth enclosed him as Edge pulled him closer, love and trust radiating from his soul.

Smiling, Stretch closed his eyes and buried his face in Edge’s shirt, breathing in the scent of leather and cologne – Edge’s scent. He closed his eyes, feeling the rhythm of his soul sync up with the other’s, and he placed a hand against his ribs, exhaling slowly and nestling into Edge.

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12 Days of Papcest

Day 3 (very late): Passion (spicyhoney - uf!papyrus / us!papyrus)

I kinda think this art not really “passionate” but still…

Noddingalong as Edge spoke, Razz followed him from the basement into the main house.Apparently he could expect Beuf Bourguignon á la Julia Child for dinner, whoeverfuck that was. He knew of a famous human cook named Julie, but not Julia. Hehad her cookbook, though it was nearly in pieces and some pages were missing. Alphyshad found it on the dump.

The heelsof his combat boots clicked against the floor, quieter than the sound of Edge’ssince he weighed less. He’d felt like experimenting today, since he wasn’tgoing outside and it ought to be relatively safe. Therefore, he was wearing bootstogether with a casual aubergine dress and, of course, the obligatory leatherjacket. Edge was in casual clothes for once: black, torn jeans and a garnetturtleneck.

When theystepped into the living room, he swept his gaze over it out of pure habit. Justin case there were any intruders, however unlikely that was. When his eyesreached the couch, he froze mid-step. Curled up there in jeans and t-shirt, abook in his lap, was Red. And he was wearing glasses. Huge, circular, lipstick red ones. His breath hitched. Holyshit.

At thesound, Red twitched, looking up. He immediately found Razz staring. At first,he looked confused, but then his eyes widened. Crimson lit up his cheeks as hestared back, like a deer caught in highlights. Razz had seen that in one ofAlphys’ animes once. Embarrassment shone in his eyes as he fumbled to pull theglasses off his face, into his lap.

Razz’s soulraced in his chest as he stared at the other. Red had looked fucking adorable in those what the hell? A faint purple tinted his cheeks,and his mouth felt like a desert.

Eventually,Edge cleared his throat loudly. Razz twitched. “You lovesick fools can stare ateach other later,” he said, a mix of annoyance and amusement in his voice. “Dinner,remember?”

He onlysmiled as they glared at him.

Pairing: Papcest/Spicyhoney (uf!papxus!pap) Warning: Skelepreg. Not beta read. Resume of the fic: Life with a pregnant Edge is not always easy.Series of drabbles, not in chronological order. About this drabble: Edge has a question to ask Red. 

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Here I see godfather more like a guardian for the child, someone who takes care of them if something happens to the parent, nothing religious.