#fallen swapfell

[katimuxx]

A little project I did

Screenshot to Choose feat 20 Sanses

I keep forgetting to use Tumblr but

[xladymalice]

Happ New Year 2024!

Uhm, have doodle of my fav boys ♡

[ivyprism]

Taking Care (Willow x Brass: Two Fallen Humans Edition)

Warnings: Fight mentioned, etc.

As Willow tightened the bandage again, Brass groaned in pain. She appeared more annoyed than normal, but he did come into the home covered in wounds while she was finally putting Custard to bed, and he woke the poor kid up all over again in fright, causing her to freak out. She swore at him.

"I'm sorry, Willow-" Brass begins, but Willow huffs. She puts her hand on her hip as she dabbed his injured eye socket with some peroxide and he yelps slightly in pain.

"Shush, Brass," Willow said quietly to him. She sat in front of him, meticulously dabbing his wounded eye socket. She pulls away as she crosses her arms. "I told you to take care." Willow huffed a bit as she got up and closed the kit she fashioned.

"I'm sorry, Willow. It just got out of hand." Brass apologizes once more as Willow sighs. She touches her cheek and moves her hand. Brass moves his hand, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. She had a scar on her face, which she seldom discussed, but he didn't press as he noticed her eyes on him and he immediately moved his hand back.

"Next time, take better care." Willow lightly kissed his cheek as she stood up to apply bandages to his eye socket. He observed her as she returned the first aid kit and went to put Custard to bed. He blushed slightly and covered his eyes with his palm while blushing purple.

"...Fuck..." Brass whispered as his mind raced with her face. He can't stay up all night worrying about her and the future again while thinking about her in general.

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Skeleton comes home to find S/O carefully carrying their brother to bed because brother fell asleep. Greeting their boyfriend coming home is for later, right now their main priority is moving Skeletons brother off the pillows on the floor to a much comfortable spot, you gotta wait a few minutes.

Undertale Sans - His soul left his body for a while as Papyrus looks completely dead in your arms, but then Papyrus lets go the ugliest snore and Sans lost it completely. He needs to record this. You need to see how ridiculous it looks to carry a skeleton twice your size to bed. He's in a good mood all evening.

Undertale Papyrus - He's not too surprised. Sans is impossible to wake up and will make the least effort possible to move. Papyrus is pretty sure he's awake right now and just playing dead because he's too lazy to walk to his room. He got the confirmation when Sans winked at him before you dragged him to his room. You know that you're doomed and that he will take advantage of this every time now, no? Well, you'll learn soon.

Underswap Sans - He's not too surprised either. Honey falls asleep in the worst places ever and it's hard to wake him up once he's comfortable. He has pity on you and helps you to carry his legs. The neighbor saw you by the window and called the cops thinking you're carrying a corpse lol.

Underswap Papyrus - He's shocked. This is a sight that rarely happens. Blue is a very light sleeper so him just deep asleep in your arms is like the shiniest Pokemon card ever. He doesn't want to wake up his brother so he just makes big gestures to express his shock.

Underfell Sans - Uh... Not that he's not happy you're hanging out with his bro and everything, but you should really not carry him like that. If he wakes up and realizes you saw him in this vulnerable position, Red is not going to help you when his brother will get mad lol. He's still following you just to see what will happen though. He's entertained right now.

Underfell Papyrus - All your work is wasted when Edge suddenly grabs Red by the hood and shakes him like a coconut screaming it's not his S/O's role to tuck him in bed like a child. Red is so confused about what's going on, completely disoriented. You feel bad for him lol.

Horrortale Sans - He stops you before you can pick his brother up. His back is too sensitive for this. He simply helps you pack pillows under him so he's not in pain when he wakes up and then he picks you up to take you to his room for a cuddle session.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's impressed Oak let you do that honestly. He's still warming to you and would have never fallen asleep next to you a few days before. He can see you're struggling though. Oak is very heavy. He comes to your rescue to help you carry him even if you hiss to him to be careful with his back and that you can do it alone.

Swapfell Sans - He rolls his eyes at you. You shouldn't hurt your back like that you know. Drop him on the floor if he's taking too much space on the floor, Rus doesn't care about sleeping there. What? Why are you looking at him like that? He's doing that since Rus was a kid and Rus is still alive so he's right.

Swapfell Papyrus - He insists on helping, which you find suspicious but agrees. He tucks Nox into bed, puts a huge teddy bear in his arms and manages somehow to stick a baby pacifier in his mouth. He takes a photo and leaves the room, smirking. Welp. It's not too late to search for plane tickets to another country before Nox wakes up.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He smirks and wishes you good night. You don't understand why until after putting Coffee to bed, you realize the skeleton is hanging to you like a koala and won't let you go. When you manage to free a hand, he growls and holds you closer. You're not moving from there before he wakes up, sorry.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Uh.... You know Wine doesn't like you right? If he wakes up, he might literally stab you to death. Can you put him down? He's scared for your life right now. He follows you close, magic activated in case he needs to push his brother back lol. You put him in bed like you're carrying a bomb about to explode.

[greek-mythology-utmv]

Vyssiní

Species/Figure: Hydra

Pronouns: he/him (specific head) they/them (as an entity)

Danger: Deadly (6/6)

Power: Dangerous (5/6)

Magic: Strong (3/6)

Height: 7’9”/231 cm

Abilities: Heads switch between “solid” (main skeleton head), “active” (floaty dragon head), and “inactive” (asleep, not visible). Able to create barrier spells that act as walls/cages/chains.

Diet: Omnivorous humanoid- fruit, vegetables, meat, nuts, seeds, fish, etc.

Personality: Loyal, vain, confident, short-tempered, stubborn (personality varies between individuals)

Story: A platoon of fallen soldiers lay scattered across the battlefield in the wake of raging war. Undyne, god of courage and battle, deemed that their battle wasn’t over and granted them a second chance. The catch was that all 20-some souls were bound to the same body. Nowadays, they run the largest colosseum in the land, putting on battles, shows, and festivals for patrons to come and watch. Despite their somewhat rough exterior, Vyssiní is fiercely protective of their employees and makes for a bold and loyal friend. The two most commonly controlling the body are Vys— Fellswap, a little more reserved, logical thinker— and Sin —Swapfell, wild energy, creative and stubborn. All Fellswap/Swapfell variants exist within them, too, typically manifesting as “active” dragon heads.

Note: While this wasn’t my original intention, I notice that Vyssiní shares some traits with systems. I am not a system or know any irl and thus don’t want to speak where I have little experience, so I’ll leave that up to viewer interpretation for now. You’re welcome to come chat with me if you have any thoughts on the matter!! Or just come chat with me regardless lmao

Systems are, of course, absolutely welcome and valid, btw!!!

[merlinmarvelandother-oneshots]

Hi can we have a Bad sanses trying to raise kid Y/N

bad sanses (Nightmare, Dust, Fell, Horror, Error, and fellswap ((raspberry)) trying to raise Child!Reader

a/n: including a character I don’t normally write for (Raspberry) just for this one-shot because I don’t have to focus on him. his personality is difficult for me to write (and I can’t tell the difference between fellswap and swapfell)

also I wrote y/n about 10 years old.

this also… slightly diverges from canon. I’m kidding it’s super uncanon but this is fanfiction and I can do what I want :)

(tw for death threats, mentions of child death, swearing)

Ink and Dream made a decision to put Nightmare and his lackeys into. . . A rehabilitation, of sorts. Something to force them to be good, and learn responsibility.

They decided to do that by giving them a child.

Ink had saved them from Error’s path of destruction a while back before their truce, and could never find a permanent home for them. Up until now, that is.

the only time any of them had killed children was when they were killing massive amounts of people. They never went out of their way to kill a child, not even Fell or Nightmare.

so, this was probably a solid plan!

“absolutely not,” Nightmare had said. “No. It’s not happening! Don’t you give me that look, Dream, it won’t happen. Are you trying to get that kid killed? Come on.”

“it’s a necessary evil,” Ink chimed in. “To… unevil your evil, I guess.”

“besides, you don’t even have a choice. They’re already inside!” Dream said.

Nightmare flinched hard as a crash came from somewhere behind him, inside his castle, followed by incoherent swearing, probably from Fell, judging by the Brooklyn accent.

he looked, and saw nothing. It must’ve been in another room…

“I’ll talk to you later about this. I have to find out what the hell just happened.”

he turned away and slammed the door with his tentacles, while Ink and Dream created a portal to return home. They had no intentions of waiting for Nightmare to come back, because they knew what happened: Y/N.

Nightmare stormed through the castle, his pace quick as he tried to figure out what the hell just happened.

Nightmare entered his throne room to see, to his horror, that it had been turned over and there was a child atop it, while Horror, Fell, and Raspberry surrounded them in an attempt to get them off. Without hurting them, that is.

the child turned, and when they saw him, they immediately slid off the turned-over throne and began walking towards him.

“I'm guessing you’re Nightmare. Uncle Dream told me about you. I’m y/n!” The child stuck out their hand, supposedly for a handshake.

“uh… huh,” Nightmare ignored their attempt at politeness, desperate to get this kid out of his castle. It was probably futile, though. Ink would come up with some sort of plan to outsmart him and bring the child back. “Okay. Go over there, or something. I don’t really care. Fell, Horror, Raspberry, get your asses over here!”

everyone’s eyelights snapped to Nightmare. Even Fell’s, even though he appeared to have fallen asleep. The child returned to their original position on top of Nightmare’s throne, and he noticed that they had a suitcase with them, that they pulled a notebook and colored pencils out of. courtesy of Ink? probably.

meanwhile, the Sanses that were in the room gathered around Nightmare.

“why in gods name is there a CHILD in our castle?” Raspberry questioned.

“Dream and Ink said we needed ‘rehabilitating’ to ‘unevil our evil’, whatever the hell that means,” Nightmare said.

“heh, they can have fun tryin’,” Fell said. Nightmare nodded.

“but we need something to do with this child. i doubt my brother will be keen on taking them back so soon,” he said.

“we could-“ Horror began.

“NO!” the other three snapped in unison. Nightmare pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“we are not making them into a head dog, Horror. the idea is out of the question,” his tone was slightly calmer this time. Horror’s face sank and he stepped back, slightly behind the others. the child, unbeknownst to Raspberry, Horror and Fell, but visible to Nightmare (as he was facing them) was clearly very sad about the way Horror was being treated. they silently vowed to advocate for him, to make sure he was being treated with proper respect.

“so, what exactly are we plannin’ on doin’?” Fell asked.

“i suppose we will have to care for them until we can find a more permanent solution. we cannot simply drop them into some universe; there would be too many questions. we do not have any proper identification for them or anything else of the sort. when asked where they came from, what would they say? that the Star Sanses have been raising them since Error destroyed their universe? nobody would believe them.”

“with all due respect, Nightmare,” Raspberry said. “that is exactly why it’s a perfect plan. we wouldn’t have to do anything. they could either lie and say they didn’t know, or they could tell the truth and just be seen as a child with an overactive imagination.”

“perhaps, but the risk is simply too great. besides, Blueberry is very active in the ‘policing’ of universes. he would likely be aware of it before we could even leave the universe we drop them into.”

“so, we ain’t got another choice?” Fell asked. “we gotta keep em?”

“yes, Fell. i’m afraid we do,” said Nightmare. Raspberry groaned.

*~* there was a shriek. Error burst into the throne room a few moments later.

“why is there a KID in the hallway?” he half yelled. Nightmare chuckled.

“Aww, are you afraid of a child?” he teased. Error growled, and Nightmare sighed, his face changing from amusement to annoyance. "go tell them to go back to their room. escort them yourself if they cannot find it again."

"but that doesn't explain why they're here." the glitching in his voice, not very prevalent at first, became more noticeable as he got angrier.

Nightmare explained the situation as Error got tenser and tenser. he knew Dream and Ink were extreme, but come on, they know that everyone in this castle has killed before with no remorse, right? That any one of them could kill that child with no hesitation? Error had bickered with Nightmare in an attempt to find some logical reason as to why they should send y/n back, but Nightmare shut each argument down.

both skeleton's voices were beginning to rise when Horror broke into the room. "what do you feed a human?" his voice was calm, in stark contrast to how frantically he slammed the door and how he was out of breath, as though he was running to get an answer, and the emotion on his face matched his name.

Nightmare needed the day off. he thought. honestly, the things he has to deal with! he groaned. "a fucking burger or something. i don't know! i'm not a damn expert on humans!" Horror nodded and left, closing the doors behind him.

"as i was saying-" Nightmare was interrupted again by Horror slamming open the doors again.

"what do humans drink?" Horror asked. Nightmare rolled his eyes.

"water, you imbecile, water! now don't interrupt me again!" Nightmare yelled. Horror nodded his head and left again. Nightmare turned his head back to Error. "we are not getting rid of the human. this is final."

Error lowered his fine. "as you wish," he said as he left the throne room Nightmare sighed. what was he supposed to do?

*~*

"c'mon, kid, come here! you look like free xp," Dust said. the human knew what 'xp' meant.

"hey, what the hell are ya thinkin'? the boss'll turn you into xp if you hurt that kid!" Fell says from behind Dust.

dust turned to face Fell. "you're kidding me, right? you're trying to tell me that he wants a human kid around?"

"no, i'm not kiddin'." Fell sighs. "Dream 'n Ink dropped 'em off this mornin'. somethin' about 'teaching us to be good'. i think it's a whole lotta bull, but the boss doesn't want 'em harmed."

Dust rolled his eye sockets, and turned back to the kid. “alright, i’ll spare ya for now, but if you act up i won’t be so merciful. got it?”

“got it,” the kid said. surprisingly, they weren’t afraid of Dust… or at least they were good at hiding it if they were.

Dust went to his room. Fell turned to leave, too, but stopped to say, “hey, don’t worry about him. he wouldn’t dare go against the boss’s orders. you’ll be safe here, okay? so long as you don’t fuck up too bad.” his tone was filled with a surprising amount of kindness and empathy. the child nodded.

“i know. Uncle Dream and Uncle Ink told me before they dropped me off,” they said.

Fell nodded. “you probably oughta go to your room now, before you piss somebody off. but before you do that, i’ve got a couple words of advice.”

the kids eyes focused on him as they listened.

“when Horror has his axe, don’t go anywhere near him. don’t even let him see you. and if Dust is talking to himself, he’s actually talking to his brother. whether his brother is a spirit that only he can see or a hallucination isn’t entirely clear. and don’t touch Error, he won’t hesitate to kill you. but out of everybody here, Raspberry has the worst temper. best to stay on his good side. got it?”

“yep! thanks!”

Fell nodded again. “i’ll see ya tomorrow.”

then he left.

*~* why the hell was Nightmare yelling? y/n listened in to the conversation going on in the throne room. they couldn’t make out exact words, but Nightmare was yelling, presumable at Horror.

“hey!” they burst in the room, Nightmare, Horror, and Raspberry’s eyes snapped to them. “leave him alone! if you have a problem, TALK IT OUT! yelling doesn’t solve any problems.”

Nightmare sat stunned for a moment. his expression turned angry, but he refrained from doing anything. however, his tone was aggressive when he said, “do not EVER interrupt me again, do you understand me? do not burst into my throne room, and do not speak to me in such a disrespectful manner.”

y/n stood their ground, keeping their head held high with confidence and determination.

“don’t talk to him like that, and we won’t have a problem.”

Nightmare appeared to get angrier, before calming again. “you have confidence. i like that.”

y/n looked past Nightmare to see Raspberry appearing not to care, and Horror, who had a grateful expression.

“i stand up for what’s right,” they said.

“that, however, won’t fly here. now get out!”

y/n nodded and left the throne room, but they stood outside and listened. Nightmares tone was calmer, although still muffled through the door.

they had already started to make a difference here.

how long would it take to fix the gang? who knows.

but they were patient.

they would bring the light into this dark castle.

(sorry this is just a bunch of scenes thrown together lol. i might write more for this later, just to show the skellies character development. i love you all and im sorry this took so long to release)

[aus-from-undertale]

Chara centric aus!

Swapfell- Chara is surviving capitalism (aren't we all)

The caretaker of ruins- Chara is alive and hates humans more than ever!

Underphase- Chara is a smartass

Flavor text chara- Chara's point of view of Frisk's journey

Underline- so... What up with chara? And all ut secrets?

Underswap- Chara has the Frisk role, you know the deal

Underbrushed- Chara is Rapunzel

Drunk!Chara- Chara got some drinking problems

Burstale- Chara doing her 100th genocide run

Chocoblook- Chara is a ghost!

Frisk plus Chara - Chara is alive... How?

Stand in- Chara is taking over Frisk body for 6 years after they went to the surface (Frans warning)

Endertale- Chara wants to finish the genocide run, but frisk won't let them :/

Systematic restore- Frisk fell before the tragedy

Fellswap- Chara is surviving dictatorship

Magustale- Chara is an experiment

Charatale- Chara is everything and everything is chara

Soulwarstale-Chara will do anything to save Frisk

Ragnartale- Chara is a runaway princess

Tantamount (reboot) - Chara is trying to survive a world where everything is shifted and strange

Reversed context- Chara is a meathead

The overseer- Chara has been having some weird dreams

Ask fallen royalty- Chara is alive and things aren't fine

Ghost switch- Chara is flowey

The Chara timeline- Deltarune au where Chara gives a crash course about soul possession to kris

Skele!Chara - Chara is a skeleton

Eepytale- Chara is happy

[moonstruckpupwrites]

little snippet of something short and super self indulgent im writing ft swapfell papyrus that will hopefully be done at some point in the next few days!!:

“does it hurt a lot?”

You would have shaken your head if it hadn't been cupped gently in his two hands so you settled for a little “eh” instead.

“It hurt a lot when the needles were going through and when they were putting the jewelry in but now it's mostly just sore.”

Rusty nodded at that, a far off look on his face. You knew that look. He was thinking about something.

Hard.

That could be dangerous.

“What.”

He snapped to attention and looked at you quizzically, still holding your face surprisingly tenderly, like one might cradle a baby bird that has fallen from its nest.

“what what?”

“What were you thinking about, ding dong? I could practically smell the smoke.”

He snorted at the playful ribbing (HA! Rib.) and stared you down with a lopsided smirk on his face.

Uh oh.

“can i kiss you?”

divider credit: @/cafekitsune

[unma]

Top 3 favourite Frans au pairings in no specific order and a short (or so) explanation on why? (Frans doesn't have to be canon in the au, it can be aus you just like to make them canon in/ explore their dynamic)

Underfell I blame Vene for this, her Underfell Frans comics made me fall madly in love with the pairing in this AU. I find it wonderful, the amount of angst and fluff you can squeeze out of this situation. It's basically my default because you are rather flexible in what you can portray using this AU, and it's definitely an easy AU of choice for any oneshot ideas I have picking at my brain. What can I say? Underfell Sans lends himself rather well to fun and wacky romantic situations (as well as angsty ones)

Dusttale I'll admit, this was the first one that came to mind when I got the ask. I definitely write about it the least on this list, but it's the AU I spent the most time thinking about. It's just so juicy, seeing these two who are downright obsessed with each other further that obsession in many ways, including romantic. It also helps that I'm a yandere lover, so this kinda romance is right up my alley. I do also have an AU in the aftermath of a Dusttale AU where both are returned to normal, but that's a story meant to focus on the aftermath, picking up the pieces, and the importance of forgiveness. I do really like that AU too, but given how much is connected to it it would take a long time to actually put that into writing. I'm referring to the Fallen Angels AU here, and a few people might remember that I'd written to oneshots for this (one is part of my latest fransweek collection, the first chapter).

Swapfell I'm gonna be honest, I frankly never cared much about this AU until I started writing it for a Secret Santa present. It was because of that fic that I'd even first thought about Frans in Swapfell, and honestly I fell in love quickly after that. Whether in versions of the AU where Frisk is alive or a ghost, their interactions with Sans were always so fun, and whether you wrote Sans as tsundere or Frisk as tsundere, or perhaps just have them both be awkward, there really is something lovely about pairing up the vice leader of the Guard with the princess of the Kingdom. You can probably tell how much I love it by how I proceeded to write more and more for my own Swapfell AU afterwards. Don't even get me started on other SF!Frans pairings, such as those of Lord Yabadoo, or the royal Frans Swapfell AU, and so on that are all really beautiful (the two mentioned here are really inspirational for my own SF work, especially the former) . It's great, and I would probably wax poetic longer about it if my laptop wasn't almost dead, lol.

Much apologies for this wall of text, but I had so much to ramble about and not much idea of how to go about formatting it. When I get back on my phone (or when I get home so I can charge my laptop) I'll take a look at the post to see if I can make it more readable. No promises tho. Thank you for the ask!

[voidandabyssal]

~Masterlist~

~Requests are open!~

My Ao3!

the rules:

scenario hc has a max of four boys (or girls, whoever your requesting)

I'll always make the reader gender neutral unless otherwise specified.

Nsfw askes are allowed

No Frans askes or anything of the sort

the current au's I write for are:

Undertale (Papyrus and Sans)

Underfell (edge and red)

UnderSwap (stretch and blue)

Horrortale (crooks and axe

SwapFell red (Mutt and Black)

SwapFell Gold (Coffee and Wine)

Lusttale (Passion and Dior)

HorrorFell (Pyre and Hound)

HorrorSwap (Ell and Mull)

Dreamtale twins

Error and ink

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I'll add more au's when I get more familiar with them. You can still send asks to me about other au's just note that I may be a little inconsistent with the characterizations or I may just not know a lot about them.

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Snow stained blood (a HorrorFell Fanfiction, Sans x reader, Papyrus x reader) chapter 1: Snowdin Cabin, Chapter 2: ???

Ut and us bros x suicidal reader

my own personal little take on lusttale

ut and swap bros playing minecraft! part 2 to that post with all the other au boys!

Platonic Fell bros with reader!

SF bros meeting reader for the first time

Dream, Mutt, Axe Stretch with a very anxious and helpful reader!

tale and swap bros with a chubby insecure reader!

Undertale,underfell,underswap,and swapfell x Black! Dragon! Reader

sans and papyrus smut hc

ut and us boys reacting to reader having a old and sick dog

HF boys reacting to touch from a stranger and from their partner

SwapFell red boys with a platonic reader

Sans and papyrus reacting to their crush singing them a love song

ut and us bros with a neko reader

ut and us bros with a suicidal reader

Stardew valley au! Sans X reader

introducing the HorrorFell Boys!

meet cute with the fell Boys

How would Red, Axe, Blue and Dior react to reader in the same situation as in Below the Ice?

Papyrus Crush HC

Sans Crush HC

Undyne meet cute!

OG crew’s reaction to celebrating their first Gyftmas on the surface?

Tale and Fell boys reaction to you turning into an amalgram

Swap and SF (Red) boys reaction to you turning into an amalgram

Who is the least helpful if you turned into an amalgram?

which Asgores and Toriels are able to move on or not?

The og cast from Undertale’s reaction to Frisk being a normal kid

Would any of the confirmed couples of Alphys&Undyne or Tori&Asgore be open to a poly relationship?

How Adverse to humans is the Horror crew?

Below the Ice thoughts

more below the ice thoughts

Jokester Skelly boys’ reaction to making their crush laugh

tale, fell, swap and horror boys reaction to having a fallen angel s/o

Who is Doctor (HT Alphys)

Axe x black wendigo reader

Romantic date with Mutt (SF red Papyrus)

Swap and Fell boys love languages

Og undertale crew ends up having to play a horror game

Which toriels and asgores would be most likely to get back together? (or shouldn't at all)

[timeofjuly]

And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree

Chapter 1 - Smooth Operator

Summary: Rus takes you ice skating for the first time and despite some initial wobbliness, only one of you ends up on your ass.

Notes: The first chapter of And Four Papyri in a Pear Tree, my four-part holiday series focusing on festive-themed dates with Rus, Edge, Stretch, and Papyrus.

Tags: Reader/swapfell Papyrus, ice skating, fluff, established relationship.

Read it on AO3 or read it below the cut!

“lookin’ a little wobbly there, baby doll,” Rus teases, looking unfairly steady on his skates. Behind him, a vast expanse of glistening ice stretches out under the open sky, reflecting the soft glow of twinkling lights that adorn the perimeter of the skating rink. The air is crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly fallen snow and the rhythmic sound of blades gliding over the smooth surface.

Your own skates slide perilously against the ice, your legs clenched tight to stop your knees from slipping out from underneath you.

“Nuh-uh,” you say, willing your fingers to loosen their grip on the barrier. “I’ve just got knives attached to my feet, what’s scary about that?  It’s not like ice is slippery or anything.”

Rus chuckles. “c’mon, don’t’cha trust me? if you’re that scared, it’s not too late for me to get you a penguin.”

As if summoned by the cruel forces of comedic timing, a small child breezes past the two of you pushing said skating aid. They seem entirely at ease and as you watch, they remove their hands from the penguin with an elated whoop.

“Look, no hands!” they call out, presumably to a parent.

Your resolve, which has previously been a gelatinous mass quivering at the pit of your belly, hardens. Like hell you’re being shown up by a kid. “Nope,” you say to Rus, “I’m good.”

You aren’t, though. You’re nervous. You probably shouldn’t have watched that video about the top ten career-ending ice hockey accidents last night. Ah, hindsight. At least you’re wearing a thick scarf; hopefully that’ll protect your neck from any errant skating blades.

“if you’re sure,” he says. In contrast to the pitiful display you’re putting on, Rus looks completely at home on the ice. More graceful than he is on solid ground, even, though that’s not necessarily that high of a bar. There’s a natural ease to him like this, a confidence that you’ve only caught snatches of before.

“i’m ready whenever you are,” he says. His thick woollen sweater reads FESTIVE GUY and is a particularly fetching shade of eggplant.  His cheeks are faintly lilac from the cold that nips through the air, his long, delicate hands encased in cosy mittens.

Those mittened hands are held out to you now. Anxiety flickers in your chest but then you look at him again, at how steady he is, how the long lines of his body are looser and more relaxed than you’ve ever seen them outside of the safety of privacy, and that gives you all the bravery you need.

You take his hands, the chill of the rink being chased away through your gloves. Your fingers curl between his phalanges in a grip that would surely be bruising if he had flesh. As you step further onto the ice, you wobble perilously, struggling to find your balance. Your ankles feel heavy and clumsy, your feet dead weight. How do people make this look so easy? You’ve never felt so unwieldy in your life.

“you’re okay,” he says, holding you steady. “that’s perfect.”

The standards for perfect must be low.

You’re too busy concentrating on not falling on your ass – no, hands and knees, the video you watched in preparation for this said that letting your arms absorb the impact is the safest way to fall – so you can’t articulate that thought into an appropriately clever remark, so you just settle on responding with a dubious look.

His grip tightens reassuringly – you feel like he’s holding all of your weight at this point - and he begins guiding you across the smooth surface. He’s making it look so easy, skating backwards with practiced, smooth motions. You feel like a newborn giraffe in comparison, if someone was to sneak into the zoo, strap knife-blades to its hooves, and set it out onto the ice.

"first lesson: find your centre of gravity," he says, his voice low and encouraging. "keep your knees slightly bent, and let the skates do the work."

“What does that even mean?” you say, a little panicked, but you quickly mimic his stance. It’s awkward at first – you’re ready to tip face-first into him at any moment, but with enough gradual, tiny adjustments, you start to feel a little steadier. The tempo of the music playing over the rink's speakers helps you keep your movements rhythmic, and you find yourself feeling more and more confident.

“there you go,” he says. Despite yourself, warmth floods your chest at the praise.

“I feel like you’re doing all the work, not me or the skates,” you say. “How the hell are you so good at this? I’ve seen you trip over your own bone constructs.”

He lets go of one of your hands to press a wounded hand to his chest and you flail in its absence, letting out a startled eep.

“hey, i am beauty and i am grace. ’specially compared to you right now.”

He snatches your hand back before you can really panic, but as you recover, you realise that you probably weren’t in any danger of falling anyway. One, you trust that Rus would catch you and two, you’re feeling a little steadier on your skates now. Maybe you’re getting the hang of this! The Zamboni isn’t going to run you over after all.

“Aw, you don’t think I’m pretty?” You affect an exaggerated pout.

He laughs, but his cheeks tinge purple. “’course i think you’re pretty. you’re my cute little baby squirrel, slippin’ around on the ice. like in ice age.”

“… thank you?”

“you’re welcome, scrat.”

Eh. You can live with that. Dude has tenacity you can appreciate.

Besides, all this teasing is distracting you from looking down at your own feet and throwing yourself off-balance. Rus continues to glide you around the rink and the sounds of the other skaters seem to fall away, leaving just the two of you and the sounds of your skates sliding against the ice. You gently lap around, each pass making you feel more and more comfortable.

“Still, there’s got to be a reason you’re so good at this,” you press. “There’s not some secret winter Olympics Underground I don’t know about, right?”

He snorts. “hah. nah, nothing like that. not much time for organised sports when everyone’s tryin’ to avoid being dusted. i just did a lot of skating on my own, back when i was in stripes,” he says, and though the tone is off handed, you get the sense that this is far more significant than his voice is letting on. “spent a lot of hours out on the ice. with enough practice, angel eyes, anyone’d pick it up. even you.”

He lets go of your hand again, this time to boop your nose. When he takes it again, his grip is far looser, and you find that you’re staying upright of your own volition. Part of you is tempted to let go completely and see what you can do on your own now that you’ve got the basics down, but fuck, the enjoyment you’re getting from holding his hand is overriding your competitive spirit.

He’s also still towing you around and you have no idea how to actually make yourself go, but little details.

“There’s not much ice or snow from where I’m from, so I never learnt,” you say. “We’d get this gross, dirty sleet sometimes in the winter, but not much else. I used to be so jealous of kids who got to have white Christmases. Did Black teach you to do this?”

Fondness colours his features. “yeah, he did. he was good like that. not many of the other kids liked to go out onto the ice, so i think he thought that if i stayed out there, they wouldn’t pick on me. when i got older, it was a good way to get away from everything for a while.”

You imagine a younger Black taking an even younger Rus by the hands and leading him out onto the ice, guiding him in the way he’s guiding you now. You wonder what being picked on as a kid looked like in their universe, that cruel, brutal place. You doubt that it amounted to simple teasing.

Your chest aches at the thought, but you quash it down. Today is a day for good things; you’re not going to dwell on a past you have no way of changing.

“You must’ve learnt some pretty cool tricks, then,” you say, pushing levity into your tone.

The words chase away the hint of melancholy that had been lurking on his skull. He grins at you, lazy and languid and confident, and says, “oh, sugar plum, you have no idea.”

The two of you both glide to a stop on the side of the rink. You let go of his hands and grasp back onto the barrier. You feel safe now to stay standing without his assistance.

“Go on, then,” you say, angling your chin towards the ice. “Impress me.”

He takes the ice, his movements fluid and confident. The chilly air echoes with the scrape of blades against the smooth surface, and he shoots you a mischievous grin. With each stride, he gains momentum, twirling effortlessly with a grace that makes you dizzy. Your breath catches as he executes a flawless spin, his body a whirl of controlled motion. The ice seems to respond to his every command, and he carves intricate patterns with finesse.

With a final, daring leap, he lands with a flourish, a triumphant smile lighting up his face. The ice seems to shimmer in approval of his performance.

As he skates back to your side, there's a glint of anticipation in his eyes, silently asking if he managed to impress.

And in that moment, under the twinkling lights of the ice rink, you can't help but feel the warmth of his efforts.

Fuck, you’re getting mushy. You can’t find it in you to be upset about that, though.

“well?” he says.

Your applause is muffled by your gloves, but the intent is the same. “That was amazing! Do you reckon I could learn to go that fast today? Oh, or even backwards? Both at the same time seems a little ambitious.”

“maybe just a little,” he says, cheeks flushed from your praise. “we can work on it, though. just getting you to go under your own power today is a good goal. that you’re standin’ with no support now is impressive on its own.”

You look down at yourself and then at your arms and huh, would you look at that. Granted, you’re not moving yet, but you’re getting there!

You cast your eyes back out onto the ring to see the small child from earlier gliding around the ice, skating aid now discarded. You point a gloved finger towards them.

“Do you think I could at least go faster than that kid today?” you say.

Rus looks amused but doesn’t question your choice of a benchmark. “maybe, but don’t stress if you can’t. you’re doing really good for your first time on the ice,” he says. “i don’t want you fallin’ and cracking your head open because you bite off more than you can chew. don’t worry, we can come back for more practice. if you want. it’s okay if you, don’t, though, i -.”

“We are definitely coming back,” you say. You’re determined to at least learn one trick before the holidays are over. “You’re stuck with me now, coach.”

“does that mean you’ll get one of those leotards?”

“If you wear one too, sure,” you agree. “Maybe we can get matching ones.”

He takes your hands again and starts pulling you around the ice, slow and deliberate. You do your best to match his movements. The two of you make another slow lap and though you’re too focussed to be chatty, the silence doesn’t feel awkward. He gives you the occasional helpful, if teasing, pointer and your confidence continues to grow.

“well, how’s your first time on the ice shapin’ up so far?” he asks you after another lap. “everything you were hoping for?” The words are joking, but you can see his sincerity.

Your chest feels all warm and soft and suddenly, you don’t feel the chill of the ice at all. You steel yourself and use your handhold to pull yourself closer to him, slowing your pace, and then let go of his hands altogether, bringing one now free hand to cup the side of his skull. Your gloved fingers splay across his zygomatic arch.

He nuzzles into your palm, sockets drooping.

“Good,” you say. Your voice is soft. “Really, really good.”

“i – heh.” He ducks his head, but he can’t hide the colour that flushes his skull.

In an attempt to recover gracefully, he takes a misstep, his skates catching an edge. Before you both know it, he's tripping over his own feet, arms flailing in an attempt to regain balance.

To no avail. He crashes down into the ice, bony ass first. You narrowly avoid getting taken down with him.

“Oh my god,” you say, unable to stifle the laughter that bubbles up your throat. “Are you okay?”

Rus attempts to clamber to his feet, trying – and failing – to get his legs back underneath him. With each slip back onto the ice, the vivid mauve dusting his cheeks deepens further.

Eventually, he rights himself, skull blazing purple. “’m fine. that was exactly what i was going for. grand finale. ta-da.” The words are said with accompanying jazz-hands.

Still laughing, you pluck one of his hands from the air and pull yourself towards him.

“Real smooth,” you say. “Come on, you charmer. I want to have another go.”

[unagidevi]

DREAMSLEEP EXPLANATION

SWAPFELL - Cedar Key

Cedar is a race named Blood-Elf, they aren't usually seen outside the ruby kingdom however this particular elf roams outside of it. He has fallen for a normal elf in the CherryTown Farms - Dinu Maverick. He is constantly head to head with Arledge, but he's always the one to instigate it.

Cedar doesn't have any particular traits except he loves gossip and is always messing with things he shouldn't. He might also be a bit of a kleptomaniac as well.

Cedar is 17 when he is introduced, and is a very minor character.

Doodles:

[ivyprism]

Custard: What's the bravest thing you've ever said? Brass, pausing: "Help". *Custard blinks at him. They sit up a bit* Brass: Asking for help... Isn't giving up. Brass, sighing: It's refusing to give up. *Custard tears up and hugs him as he pets their head*

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would the bois react to a sudden random kiss from their crush?

Undertale Sans - He lets go a soft "oh.", so surprised. Uh. He didn't expect that. Welp. His face turns bright blue as he is slowly melting in the couch, unsure what he's supposed to do about this. That's crazy man.

Undertale Papyrus - He gasps loudly. You just unlock him. That's months he's waiting for this! Without any other thoughts, he jumps at your face to kiss you. Man, he's eager. You're a bit overwhelmed.

Underswap Sans - He freezes, too scared to look you in the eyes. What... was that? He's so in shock right now. He wasn't sure you liked him that way too. Well, he guesses that means you do? ...Right? He needs some time to think about all of this.

Underswap Papyrus - He giggles like a teenager, before gasping loudly when it hits him you just kiss him. Like KISS KISS him. His brain can't take and he faints in your arms. You kinda panick with the big skeletons in your arms now.

Underfell Sans - He didn't want to hiss. It's just a natural reflex. He's mortified as you're wondering if you should feel offended or not. He's just staring at you like this, screaming internally he messed up BIG, very BIG:

Underfell Papyrus - He's not sure if he's dreaming or not honestly. He was pretty sure he wasn't before you did that, but that doesn't make any sense because no one likes him. Not like that. ...Right? Yeah, he's totally dreaming right now. Maybe he should go back to bed. And to your very surprise, he just stands up and leaves, letting you blink in confusion on the couch.

Horrortale Sans - His purr turns a bit louder as he smiles softly. He just instantly forgot it's the first time it's happening. It's too natural to be the first time. Must be his memory imagining it's just the first time. You're clearly a couple and he will start to act like you are out of nowhere lol.

Horrortale Papyrus - S-stop making fun of him. It's not funny. He's blushing furiously, his mind racing 300 miles an hour, wondering if it means something or not. He's having a bit of a panic attack right now. He didn't expect this to happen out of a conversation about your favorite type of dessert. Some warning would be nice next time.

Swapfell Sans - He just blinks in confusion, wondering what the hell was that. Well, it was nice, he's not going to lie. But what the hell was that? Are you finally falling for him and definitely not the other way around because clearly he's way too clever for this? Finally time! He almost got scared you didn't like him back and didn't have anxiety about this for weeks obviously.

Swapfell Papyrus - Uh, trying to shock him? You think that's enough? He'll show you how it's done. He sweetly comes close to your face. Then just. Licks your face. You scream in shock and pulls away, as Rus starts to chuckle hysterically at your expression. Gosh, you hate him so much.

Fellswap Gold Sans - .... What. He just stays there, staring at the emptiness. You can't possibly have fallen for him, right? He's horrible with you, and an asshole, and clearly not someone you want to stay with. Why are you even laughing at his face? Are you mocking him? That's not funny you know. He's really traumatized now. You can't just kiss him and pretend there's nothing wrong with this??? Yeah, Wine is not ready to accept his feelings yet. But that's a first step to force him to think about it. You just start loading an existential crisis.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He flops on your laps. More please. He's not moving from there before he gets more. He needs attention and affection and you just took the first steps so now it's too late to back down. Give him affection this instant.

[imtrashraccoon]

I've only ever seen the whole collar thing done in Swapfell so I'm curious what your opinions are on that sort of thing?

@scrambledmeggys

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Day 10: Dress Up

You exited the bathroom and were about to go downstairs when you encountered Papyrus on the balcony. He was leaning against the railing and while he appeared to be just hanging around, you got the feeling he had been waiting for you because he wasn't the type to do nothing.

He straightened up and smiled when you noticed him. "I Have A Question For You, " he said casually.

You quirked an eyebrow at his slightly odd behavior but you were curious where this was going. "Um, sure. What's your question?"

"Were You Ever The Type To Dress Up Back On The Surface? Such As For Special Occasions?" he asked.

Now that was a bit of an odd question, but you didn't see the harm in answering. "Well yeah, but it wasn't ever really a spontaneous decision. Most of the time it was just for specific events like picture day at school, weddings I went to, graduation from both high school and then college, and of course, all the job interviews I had to go to."

Papyrus seemed thoughtful but didn't respond right away.

"As you can see," you added, gesturing to your current 'Just Woke Up Like This Outfit' - Sweater and Leggings Addition. "I don't usually make it a daily habit to wear fancy things.

He nodded and a slight smile flickered across his face. "Then I Hope You Do Not Mind, But I Got You Something." He pulled a small white box from his pocket and held it out to you.

Curious, you accepted, but quickly realized that it felt very similar to the kind of box that jewelry comes in. Papyrus was waiting for you to open it though, so with some trepidation, you carefully lifted the lid off of the box.

Inside was an admittedly gorgeous choker necklace. The main band was made from black velvet and there was a separate smaller band made from a delicate gold chain, which was secured to the clasps and at both sides of the centerpiece. Set into the center of the velvet band was a brilliant diamond shaped red gem, although you couldn't be certain what kind.

To say you were stunned was an understatement. This was clearly a pretty expensive piece of jewelry and felt rather personal. It took you a moment to even find the words to say, because while you certainly loved it, you were unsure if you should accept something like this from him.

"Papyrus..." you started to say as you tore your gaze away from it and back to him. "This is...beautiful. But are you sure?"

He smiled warmly and stepped slightly closer. "I Am Sure, Precious. I Have Come To Really Care About You And It Is Tradition To Give A Collar To Loved Ones. So, I Want You To Have This." He gently took one of your hands in his own as he spoke.

You glanced down at the necklace again, your brow furrowing slightly. "Could you explain your tradition to me then?" you asked quietly.

"Of Course I Can."

Apparently, this necklace, or collar as Papyrus had called it, was as much a symbol of commitment as it was a statement piece. While the concept was slightly similar to a promise ring, with how intrinsically dangerous Monster society was, it also served as a way to protect prospective partners from harm. It was complicated, but you thought you understood the basics at least.

This was Papyrus' way of asking to become more serious. He wanted to protect you and he was willing to stand up to anyone who might object to your presence, despite the fact that humans had been condemned to death so long ago. He didn't care that you weren't a monster. He'd fallen for who you really were inside.

You were quite touched. You'd never had anyone care for you like this before. So how could you not accept? A part of you wasn't sure about becoming attached, as you really didn't belong here and still intended to try to leave one day. Still though, why shouldn't you indulge a little bit? You deserved to be happy and being with him definitely made you feel happy.

After Papyrus finished his explanation, you both stood there silently. While he was waiting for your response, you were trying to figure out how you actually should respond.

Finally, you looked up at him again and smiled slightly. "I can tell how important this is for you. While I'm a bit worried about what this could mean in the future, I can't deny that I feel the same way. I care a lot about you, Papyrus."

He seemed rather relieved to hear that, although his relief was quickly replaced with joy. He smiled so genuinely that any doubt you'd had in the moment, seemed to vanish completely.

"May I?" he asked and reached for the box.

You nodded and let him fasten the collar around your neck. It fit snugly, but not uncomfortably so, and the velvet felt much softer than you'd thought it would.

Papyrus embraced you warmly and rocked you back and forth in his arms. "There Is One Thing I Need You To Promise Me, Precious," he said quietly.

"What's that?" you asked.

"If You Ever Go Outside, Promise Me You Will Never Take This Off. I Cannot Guarantee Your Safety If You Do And I Cannot Bear The Thought Of Something Happening To You. Do You Understand?"

You nodded, "I understand."

Truthfully, you weren't currently interested in just exploring the Underground. You needed to be there for Frisk afterall and you knew that staying with the brothers was the safest place to be. So, you were content to stay indoors for the time being at least.

"If You Are Alright With It, I Would Enjoy Surprising You With Similar Gifts In The Future."

You chuckled but shook your head. "That's fine, but don't go overboard, okay? We've just started getting to know each other and there's nothing wrong with taking our time."

Papyrus laughed and gently nuzzled against the top of your head. "I Make No Promises, Rihanna..."

[kuvvydraws]

I have had a lovely time reading up on solitale lore! So many interesting things we are learning about the world and the characters in it through Praetorius and Laudaris. As an ask, in relation to those cuddling sessions, as well as his lil thing with scent, how would he react when his sig other (in courting) begins wearing scents he is favourable towards, carefully picked out to also be favourable to how they usually smell? and an ask for Laudaris, what's his current opinion on the character that broke the Barrier? Actually what is their both opinions on them, and the Court's opinion on them?

You're very hardworking because there's indeed a lot of lore, mostly about Praetorius, with some hints at a bigger universe here and there XD good job!

About Praetorius and scent: he would prefer his SO to wear their natural scent, no need to mask it. He understands the social impulse of wanting to smell more appealing or enticing to others, and gets why one would like to change the way they smell or present themselves a little from time to time. He does! But he's also a monster with a sensitive sense of smell, who inhabits a Castle where the rest of the people either stink like chores and servitude or purposefully stink themselves up with copious amounts of perfumes and other scents to become more appealing for the Court lifestyle. Scents can be deceiving and too much of anything would end up clogging his skull, so Praetorius doesn't really like perfumes. Natural scents are much more personal, difficult to mimic, and even intimate.

He does enjoy the smell of certain things, like crisp paper, fresh ink, or cold stone. They're mostly associates with good memories or moments of peace, so he tends to favor them. As many monsters trapped in a cave for centuries, he actively dislikes the smell of petrichor, which many humans favor. Even after Surfacing, he doesn't really get it, but he'd start missing it until he gets used to not being Underground, which would take him a lot longer than he'd like to admit.

★

Regarding the human who broke the Barrier, since it's a swapfell type of AU, we can pinpoint Chara for that role, with Frisk being the first Fallen Child and sibling to late Prince Asriel.

As the story goes, Frisk perishes, Asriel dies with them, and monsters lose HOPE while imprisoned, until Queen Toriel comes up with the plan to harvest human SOULs and gather their power to break the Barrier, consequently causing her separation from Asgore.

I could go on a tangent about how the Barrier broke and what that implied for monsterkind and for the memory of Gaster after how his mistake condemned a whole species to remain trapped, but the truth is I don't have a solution for that just yet, so I'd ramble aimlessly.

The first thought monsters have after finding a human again is to take their SOUL, to start over collecting them all, no matter how much or how long it takes. And then, the Barrier is gone, the child thrives on with their new adopted dad, monsters gain their happy ending and the world broadens impossible.

The Court would be the easiest case. The Queen needed an heir, and who better than their liberator? The Crown acolytes are a sadistic bunch, ready to tear into each other, and for a while the crowd was divided - some wanted to resume the SOUL collecting, some others wanted to give the child a chance and see what would happen. If it hadn't been for Asgore's brief return to the Castle to ensure Chara would have been treated right, their SOUL would be in a container and their body disposed off as fast as a sneeze. As all things evolve, after Surfacing, everyone was suddenly on board with letting the child live on, be cherished and grow up as free as the rest of them, as if they hadn't been ready to dangle them over a pit of snakes as the smallest turn of the wind.

For Praetorius, they're a means towards redemption. He could never let go of the guilt of trapping monsters forever because of his Father's mistake. He didn't directly destroy the SOULs but all his life he felt responsible for it, aware that no matter how hard he worked to improve the Underground, he could never make up for the freedom monsters would never get. He keeps them in mind in a careful way, planning and scheming around them, as to not distort the tentative equilibrium their presence has gifted monsters. He's not very comfortable around them, regardless of how grateful he feels about them falling and not perishing on their way to the Castle.

Laudaris? He just went a little bit insane and rolled with it. His mind was never quite the same after his Father messed up the SOULs. The experiment changed everyone Underground, but Laudaris is particularly sensitive to SOUL, and he might have been over for a quick visit after he caught word in how his dad had been holed up in his lab for weeks. He was a witness to his horrible crime, which is why he was appointed to be the Judge in his trial - not only as a key witness but also as a test of loyalty from the Court. He never had the opportunity to Spare Gaster, he never could have. And again, the SOULs self imploding in the equivalent of existential fireworks did something to him.

From that day on, Laudaris was always a bit out of sorts, a bit unstable and unreliable, a bit too intense, a bit too bleak. He rides his highs as hard as he rides his lows, and all that could be an explanation on why he thinks he was stuck in a resetting loop for ages, until the anomaly new child fell Underground. Not that he's ever going to share his thoughts on that matter. In the end, he just had to keep a careful socket on them, threaten them a little and let them struggle their way up to the Royals to fight their case. Maybe he helped them last time. Or the time after that. Or the one before those two? He doesn't quite remember. Did the child kill anyone? He has a feeling they did, but that last time, the real last time, their SOUL was spotless, and they did break the Barrier... Ah, everything is so confusing, this is why he doesn't bother to keep track of timelines!