#hsf!papyrus

[popatochisssp]

I have a question!!! What would it take to get the more stoic boys (like Ell, Merc, Nemo, Vi and King—and anyone else you want to add) to crack a smile?

So you want to make the stony faces crack a smile, huh? An admirable goal!

I went ahead and picked out the most stoic skeletons I could think of, and the best way to get them to break and laugh for you—or at least grin…

King (Horrorfell Papyrus)  – He’s a tough nut to crack, but if you don’t happen to have a clever wit to banter back and forth with him, using your sharpest ripostes and most stinging barbs, physical comedy is actually your best bet. He’s a bit of a sadist and has just enough of a mean streak to always find it funny when someone falls, or walks into a pole, or really any other form of slapstick as a result of someone’s clumsiness or inattention. He generally has enough grace to rein his visible amusement in, but if you ever see some sort of petty accident waiting to happen, do point it out—or be the clumsy fool yourself, you just might see an undignified snicker.

Merc (Horrorswap Sans) – He actually has a great sense of humor and joy, so he does already smile quite a bit! Just…because of his condition, he has to keep in control of his emotions, so those smiles are small and slow and restrained, lest he feel too much and lose his handle on himself. That said, the element of surprise is crucial to winning the big and real reactions from him, catching him off-guard so he doesn’t see it coming and can’t mount an internal defense against it. Non sequiturs and unexpected punchlines work great for this, but are best used sparingly—both to keep the element of surprise at play, and to keep his discomfort from getting a little melty to a minimum.

Ell (Horrorswap Papyrus) – In spite of his often surly or sour mood, he’s not especially difficult to amuse. Probably his favorite thing, though, is anything that happens to be unintentionally funny—as in, something that was not meant to be comedic but, by circumstance or execution or some other factor, has just completely missed the mark and has worked its way around to funny. Really badly outdated special effects or especially hokey dialogue in shows and movies tend to work well in getting him to smile, but he’s liable to bark out a laugh for signs and billboards and such that should not have been placed next to each other, or if you share with him something stupid and out of touch that a celebrity or politician may have said.

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus) – He’s only deceptively hard to get a smile out of. He’s often anxious, or in guard-dog mode, thinking about things that could happen, and what he’d have to do in the event of X, Y, or Z, which has the Resting Bitch Face out in full force…but he’s far from a heart of stone. When he’s relaxed and comfortable, he’ll smile about pretty much anything, even just for it being a kind of nice day outside. …But if you want to see him smile even when he's not entirely chill, all it really takes is some kids, or maybe a funny animal. Seeing kids goofing around doing kid things, or a puppy dog up to some puppy type antics, he has a hard time not smiling for that.

Spectr (Transcendtale Sans) – He’s a very, very tough one, almost the poster skeleton for ‘nothing to smile about in my life.’ He’s definitely lost in his own existentialism a lot, or the opposite and trying not to think about more than what’s directly in front of him, which does make it pretty difficult to get a laugh out of him. Still, he can’t quite help himself when it comes to skeleton-based jokes and puns—it’s tired, old material, sure, but very comforting and familiar, and he likes to hear it. It’s not a guaranteed laugh if you hit him with some humerus wordplay, but he’s pretty likely to be smiling behind his mask, and even likelier to throw you a bone and respond in kind.

Tank (Underfell Fruition Papyrus) – With him, it’s a little bit like getting one of those palace guards to crack a smile—it’s not so much that he’s humorless, just that he’s (until recently) not been allowed to show a response…and as a related issue, he’s not at all familiar with social cues and doesn’t always realize a certain response is expected of him. Because of that, one of the best ways to get him to smile is to explain a joke for him, or just let him know that what was said was a joke. It’s easier for him to feel comfortable expressing his amusement if he knows for sure that he was meant to be amused, but as for a specific preference of humor… Well, he actually really likes skeleton-related puns and jokes, too! His brother used to tell them all the time when they were younger and since he wasn’t around long enough to use them to death those are very fond memories!

Vi (Swapfell Fruition Sans) – Now he’s the poster skeleton for ‘nothing to smile about in my life,’  and consequently, not very easy at all to coax a smile from. He’s too into the habit of keeping his most important and genuine feelings off his face to be fully comfortable smiling over just anything. If someone knows that something makes him happy, it can be taken away from him, after all. …But if whatever he’s smiling about is something vague, deprived of its context and mysterious to anyone who isn’t in the know… His fastest and easiest smiles are the ones that come from inside jokes, funny moments that maybe he didn’t laugh about at the time, but will freely grin and reference later with just a ‘YOU HAD TO BE THERE’ to anyone else prying for more context. He likes secrets, and the ones he can share with you are the most fun.

[a-snowpoff]

Rabbit talks more in his sleep than he does when he’s awake~

Rabbit/Rabid is @jmbringitonworld ‘s Horror Swapfell Papyrus

[maiuoart]

I forgot... That I also did one for my HorrorSwapfell!

We see a better pair of brothers and though I still need to release my HSF!Sans information, his sheet is giving me difficulties >:v

Anyways, have happy horror boys ♥

[skelly-survival-guide]

I'm wondering how the skeletons and other monsters are surviving the current global crisis. Would the establishments of all the Grillbys and the Muffets be open to humans that are with skeletons? I wish I could shortcut too.

So this would be if I put the boys in what would be a mirror of our world. The monsters wouldn’t have to worry about getting sick or even passing the disease around since they don’t have the type of physical bodies that viruses or bacteria would be able to infect or cling too. However that doesn’t mean monsters aren’t greatly concerned.

Since monsters cannot get or give the virus to anyone they become an absolute essential in keeping everything from falling apart in the worldwide quarantine. Monster doctors and nurses, once pushed off to the wayside, are quickly stepping up to deal with infectious patients. As well as making sure necessary public services are still going.

Now if we want a reaction from the bros, especially if they have a close human friend or mate, I’ll try to keep it brief but informative. Simply cause i normally only do answers for 4 boys at a time.

Undertale Bros

Worried but calm. They do their best to keep their friends company during the isolation and if they have mates they make sure they have time out in the yard and have plenty of physical contact to help ease the stress. Papyrus is more prone to coming up with ideas to entertain, mostly with puzzles, while Sans is more then happy to drag someone down for a nap. Sans may call Grillby and ask if he can sneak his human in.

Underfell Bros

Anxious but trying to act tough. They think by acting strong it will calm their friends or mate down but in reality it just kinda makes them look like bullheaded dorks. Papyrus probably doesn’t help with the stress as he is adamant you stay in the house at all times and if he catches you outside will lift you up like a sack of potatoes and drag you back into the house. Sans is still likely to be your nap buddy but now you don’t get much of a choice. He will drag you to the couch muttering and growling the whole way. Sans is to paranoid to take you out right now. He will pick you up a to go bag though.

Underswap Bros

Nervous and clingy. The last thing they want to do is let their humans out of their sight but they understand full well the feeling of being trapped. Sans would be the type to set up a backyard camping trip so you can star gaze together but will bring all the soap and stuff outside with him so you can keep washing your hands. Papyrus is the type who would seem like a chill buddy to hangout with but he’s actually keeping a very close eye on your condition. He will definitely sneak you home some spider donuts just to watch your face light up.

Swapfell Bros

Paranoid and grouchy. Both of them are suddenly grinding their nasal ridges into human healthcare books. Don’t let their normally smooth behavior fool you, these boys are very possessive and whether you are friend or mate it makes no difference. They will not allow anything to happen to you. Sans, surprisingly, demands that you rest and relax as much as possible, as excess stress will leave someone open for disease. Papyrus on the other hand knows that sitting around doing nothing can be stressful in itself and will sneak his human to the yard to kill some time... Maybe make flower crowns. He won’t take you out though. Not a chance in hell. But you will be given sweets as apology.

Horrortale Bros

Very very very worried and very bad at hiding it. The famine made them very twitchy about big crisis's and this time its a global one. Papyrus already had a vegetable garden but when the signs of crisis started in the spring he was quick to expand his garden, growing more and stocking up on more pickling jars to preserve it. Sans didn’t even hesitate with helping his brother, dragging their quarantined human into the farming. He knows what it’s like to feel useless in times of trouble. Sans may also take up hunting deer and the like so you may not get Grillby’s but there will be plenty of meat in the freezer.

Horrorswapfell Bros

Trying not to panic. They are so worried that they start preparing for the worst and any human friends or loved ones are quickly snatched up and hoarded into their home where they can keep a socket on them and they will be safe. There will be a tone of food stocking, preserving, and hunting. Sans will be so paranoid he may drag you into a bath and scrub you down everyday, whether your just a friend or not. He knows it’s those human germs causing this and he will be damned if you have any on you. Oh did you just sneeze? Get in the shower. Papyrus will be doing the most active hunting so expect him to come home covered in blood. And a massive shocker! He will actually get in the shower to clean up. Just be prepared for his giant whiny ass to slump on top of you when he’s done cause he hated it and you’re lucky he likes you so much. There won’t be any outside sweets coming your way unless you give Sans the puppy eyes until he makes you some.

[awkward-ark]

Everyone meet my take on Horror Swapfell Papyrus. His name is Mongrel. After I design his brother they will be available for asks on Skele Survival Guide!

[popatochisssp]

Chronic shit-stirrers and button-pushers (read: Pitch) are forbidden from disturbing the peace of Capybara Time, no exceptions! 😤

@popatochisssp 's fell-verse papyri like to soak in a hot tub and stuff cuz it helps with all the scars and arthritic pain, especially in their ribcage (scars mostly on front for fell and horrorfell, scars on the back for swapfell and horrorswapfell 😔)

Pitch (horrorswapfell sans) likes to cause problems.

[jmbringitonworld]

No-Bunny Compares To You

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there

After "Stay" (both versions), I wasn't quite done expressing how much I adore my Horrorswapfell Papyrus, Rabbit, so here's one more attempt to show what a good boy he is. And this time, with help from my first Undertale love, classic Papyrus!

I confess, I'm not completely satisfied with this, but I don't want to stress myself out over what's meant to be a fun hobby, so I'm tossing this out there to be done with it and stop agonising over every little detail. Cute fluff should never stress anyone out!

@a-snowpoff I blame you for the puns. The terrible, terrible puns. Because they came from your ideas. You know the ones.

Pairing: Classic Papyrus x Reader x Horrorswapfell Papyrus (aka Rabbit)

Reader is left as ambiguous as possible

Words: 3,144

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As you push open the front door to the home you share with your two boyfriends, box of baked goods tucked safely under your arm, you’re immediately assailed by the smell of burnt pasta and a very loud and very annoyed voice, yelling in the distance. With a resigned sigh, you make your way to the kitchen, already anticipating the scene you know awaits you.

As expected, when you reach the source of the foul odour and angry yelling, you’re greeted by the, sadly familiar, sight of Papyrus using a fire extinguisher on a large, metal cooking pot on the stove, containing what you can only assume once used to be food of some kind, but is now burnt to a crisp and is steadily emitting thick, black smoke.

Papyrus himself is covered in soot from skull to phalanx, although bizarrely, the ‘kiss the cook’ apron you’d gotten him for his birthday is miraculously spotless. As the skeleton monster is putting out whatever fire he’d evidently started, his loud voice echoes throughout the room in an irritated, chastising tirade.

“-NO SELF-CONTROL! NO RESTRAINT! NO PATIENCE!” He then tosses his skull back to yell over his shoulder, “BUT I WON’T GIVE UP!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL TEACH YOU PROPER CHEF-ING MANNERS!! FOR YOUR (AND MY SPAGHETTI’S) OWN GOOD!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

You cast your eyes to the object of your boyfriend’s scolding to see your other lover, another version of Papyrus from an alternate universe, whom you’d nicknamed ‘Rabbit’, both for his affectionate, yet gluttonous nature, and for how fluffy his outfit is. Others might question how suitable a nickname it is for such a large and dangerous monster, but you think it’s at least better than the moniker ‘Rabid Beast’ that the other monsters of Rabbit’s original universe had given him.  

The other skeleton monster is sitting at a counter a safe distance away from the disaster, completely slumped forward over the smooth surface of the countertop, skull resting on his crossed arms. His face is set in an almighty pout, purple eyelights glaring at nothing, as he sulks like a child who’s been told off for bad behaviour.

Already able to guess what had transpired while you were gone, you can’t help the exasperated sigh you exhale, even as your lips tug up into a fond smile.

Immediately, two eerily similar skulls shoot up in your direction. Rabbit is the first to react, as his entire being brightens at your presence, his face lighting up with excitement. In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of you, sweeping you off your feet and into the air in a powerful hug, purrs beginning to rumble in his rib cage.

You barely have time to process what's happened, before another pair of arms is thrown around the two of you, and Papyrus lifts both you and Rabbit into the air as well, with an exclamation of delight.

The laugh that escapes you is unrestrained and full of joy, even as you find it difficult to breath from within the confines of two strong pairs of arms. It feels good to receive such a warm and enthusiastic welcome from the two people you love most.

“Hi boys, I missed you.” You squirm in their hold as you try to give them both a kiss.

Rabbit’s purrs intensify and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter.

Papyrus lets out a jubilant laugh, accepting your kiss with a wide smile and returning it just as eagerly, before placing you and Rabbit back on the ground, although his arms remain around you.

“WELCOME HOME, BELOVED! WE MISSED YOU TOO!” Then his face falls a little, eye sockets narrowing in frustration and shoulders slumping. “I APPOLOGISE FOR THE SHAMEFUL MESS YOU WITNESSED IN THE KITCHEN. BEING THE THOUGHTFUL AND GENEROUS SKELETON I AM, I WAS TRYING TO TEACH MY LESS COOL SELF HOW TO COOK MY SPECIAL SPAGHETTI SURPRISE.” Crossing his arms, he turns an admonishing glare on Rabbit, who’s too engrossed in your presence to notice. “BUT HE KEPT DEVOURING THE INGREDIENTS WHILE I WASN’T LOOKING! AND WHILE I WAS EXPLAINING TO HIM THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS, THE PASTA CAUGHT FIRE!”

Papyrus stamps his foot angrily, which finally manages to tear Rabbit’s attention away from you. The latter monster quirks an unimpressed browbone at his alternate self and sticks his tongue out at him defiantly. Papyrus lets out an offended “NYEH!”, bristling like an angry cat. You can see him gearing up for another lecture, so you rush to intervene.

With decisive steps, you finally move out of Rabbit’s embrace, ignoring his small whine of protest, and place yourself in between your two boyfriends.

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty, don’t fight.” You offer them both a bright smile and reach into your pocket for a tissue, which you use to wipe away the last of the soot still lingering on Papyrus’s skull.

Both skeletons are instantly mollified. Rabbit lets out a huff and looks away, his hands drifting to your hips and tugging you closer to him. Papyrus leans down to allow you better access to his skull, all while gracing you with a truly dazzling smile.

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH! WELL NATURALLY, MY LOOKS ARE AS IMPRESSIVE AS THE REST OF ME! AND YOU’RE RIGHT, I SHOULDN’T LET MY MORE... UNFORTUNATE SELF GET UNDER MY SKIN.”

You bite your lip to stifle your laugh at that last comment. Your heart swells with affection for your boys. You’re truly blessed to have them both in your life like this; you don’t know what you’d do without them. Although, there are times where you can’t help but wonder what they would do without you. A quick glance to the pot still continuously emanating dark fumes gives you your answer. Right, you think with a wry smile, burn down our kitchen, that’s what.

Meanwhile, Rabbit has taken notice of the box you’re still carrying and starts sniffing at it, bright violet eyelights glittering with interest. Unable to suppress your smile, you raise the box in front of your boyfriends, noting with relief that it has come out relatively unscathed from the manhandling you’d been subjected to.

“Hey guys, look what I got you!”

Two sets of eye sockets zero in on the item you’re presenting, indicating that you have their full attention. Feeling anticipation bubble in your gut, you open the lid with an excited “ta-da!”.

Inside the box are three golden loaves of bread, each shaped like a puppy, with short, stubby legs, round, twisted bun ears, and a spiral cinnamon tail.

You hold your breath, as the two skeleton monsters take in the sight of your adorable bread puppies, keen interest shining in their faces and awed sounds escaping their throats (along with a gushing "WOWIE!" from Papyrus). Rabbit looks particularly enthralled, his eye sockets wide, eyelights dilated and twinkling like the most brilliant of diamonds. You even spy drool beginning to leak out of the corner of his mouth.

When you’re satisfied that your boys have gotten a good look at your dough dogs, you clear your throat to capture their attention once more. Once you’re sure they’re focused on you, you give them your widest smile.

“These little cuties are called Fi-dough!”

Instantly the mood shifts dramatically. Rabbit’s face lights up, and the look he gives you is so full of awe and adoration, you can feel your cheeks flush and your heart flutter in your chest. Papyrus, on the contrary, rears back, an appalled expression on his skull.

“NOOOO!! BELOVED!! HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH A TERRIBLE PUN?!?!?”

Papyrus sounds so disgusted, so betrayed, that you almost feel bad, if his reaction wasn’t so comically excessive. As it is, you can barely restrain yourself from bursting into laughter. Rabbit, however, doesn’t bother to hold back his own snickers. The sound spurs you on to tease Papyrus some more.

“Aw, c’mon Pap, don’t you like them? They’re all pure-bread puppies!”

Papyrus looks, if possible, even more aghast.

“HORRIBLE!! ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE!! I FEEL NOTHING BUT PURE DREAD AT THE HEADACHE YOU’RE GIVING ME!!”

You can’t help the little chuckle that escapes you. The playful smile that’s plastered across your face widens, as mischief sparks in your soul.

“What, you’re not a fan of pup pastry?”

By this point, Rabbit is doubled over with laughter, holding his middle as his entire form shakes. Your heart warms at how loud the sound is, much louder than you're used to hearing from him. He’s still nowhere near as loud as Papyrus, though.

"I’M NOT A FAN OF YOUR DEPLORABLE SENSE OF HUMOUR!”

“But you’re smiling,” you point out, with no small amount of smug satisfaction.

And indeed, Papyrus is smiling, despite the put-upon air he’s affecting.

"I AM AND I HATE IT,” he lies, very unconvincingly. Your own smile softens at this.

“No you don’t. Admit it, you love my jokes.” You lean in close to him and bump his hip lightly with yours.

Papyrus crosses his arms and makes a show of turning his nasal bone up at you, all while his broad grin betrays his true feelings.

“I WILL ADMIT TO NOTHING! I DON’T FIND YOUR JOKES TO BE THE YEAST BIT HUMERUS!!”

That manages to wrench a surprised giggle out of you. Papyrus’s puns always manage to catch you off guard, and you can only stare up at your boyfriend in admiration.

“Pap you’re so cool!”

Papyrus puffs up with pride, as a light blush decorates his cheekbones.

“NYEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE I AM! YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO RISE TO THE OCCASION!!”

As you dissolve into helpless laughter alongside Rabbit, you find yourself agreeing with Papyrus. He never fails to impress you. Despite his boisterous complaining about the pun-inspired food you frequently bring home, you know deep down that it was all for show. Papyrus loves puns just as much as his older brother and Rabbit do. He just refuses to admit it when confronted with that fact; it’s the one thing he still can’t bring himself to be honest about. You suspect it has something to do with his brother frequently practising his stand-up routine on him.

Regardless, never was his appreciation for mixing clever wordplay into cooking more apparent, than the time he’d painstakingly recreated a scene from a Spaghetti Western you’d all watched, entirely out of actual spaghetti. While the taste might have left much to be desired, no one could deny that it was truly a work of art. Even Rabbit had hesitated to eat it. Papyrus had been so proud of his literal Spaghetti Western dish. He’d ridden the high from your exuberant praise for weeks.

A tug at the box of bread pups you carry brings you out of your musings. Rabbit gazes down at you, a plea for the delicious baked goods you hold written all across his face. However, before you can give in to the skeleton monster’s unspoken request, Papyrus intervenes to voice his objections.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU CAN’T EAT NOW! IT’S ALMOST DINNER TIME! YOU’LL RUIN YOUR APPETITE!”

The disbelieving snort Rabbit gives him, coupled with his dismissive eye roll, make it abundantly clear what he thinks of his alternate self’s words. Your own thoughts aren’t much different in that regard. You know all too well that Rabbit’s appetite is insatiable; his stomach (or what passes for one in a skeleton monster) is bottomless, and may as well be a black hole for all the food he can consume.

Nevertheless, you’re unwilling to argue with Papyrus on this matter, knowing how strongly he feels about your family mealtime, so you shoot Rabbit an apologetic glance.

Realising that the odds aren’t in his favour, Rabbit resorts to using his special attack – his pleading stance, which he directs straight at you.

His eye sockets go round and wide, as do his eyelights, which start wobbling, their bright glow illuminating his sad, prominent pout, further accented by his golden fang. His posture, normally slouched, straightens slightly, taking on a pathetic, beseeching air as his shoulders hunch inwards. He brings his hands up in front of him, and they come together, fingers interlaced, in a begging gesture.

His puppy dog look brings to mind his namesake – an adorable, innocent bunny rabbit.

A complete lie, your brain reminds you, there is NOTHING innocent about this guy.

But it’s too late, you feel your resolve crumble in the face of your boyfriend’s imploring facade. The manipulative monster knows exactly how to tug at your heartstrings to get his way. And so, you can only turn your own entreating look on Papyrus.

“C’mon, Paps... Just one won’t hurt! You know how much food Rabbit can eat and not feel full.” When Papyrus still appears unconvinced by your words, you change tack. “Besides, if it’s your cooking, he’ll gobble it all up, no matter how much he’s eaten beforehand. Rabbit loves your cooking!” Not technically a lie – Rabbit loves ALL food, period. He would devour any meal put in front of him with the same boundless enthusiasm, regardless of quality. Or edibility. Rabbit remains quiet, staring at the both of you with a hopeful expression. Papyrus looks to be on the verge of giving in, so you launch one final, well-placed attack. “And I’ll help you in the kitchen! If the both of us work together, then I know there’s no way anyone could resist our culinary combo!”

That does it.

Papyrus fairly explodes with excitement, his whole countenance lighting up and his bones beginning to rattle faintly, as he beams at you.

“YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY, DAPSOLUTELY RIGHT!! WE ARE THE ULTIMATE DREAM TEAM IN OUR CUISINE!! NO MERE PASTRY POOCH CAN MEASURE UP TO OUR COMBINED CULINARY TALENTS!!” He points a finger at Rabbit, almost shoving the digit in the other monster’s face. “EAT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, MY NOT-AS-GREAT SELF! IF! YOU! DARE! BECAUSE YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SAY NO TO THE FOOD OF LOVE OUR WONDERFUL DATEMATE AND I WILL COOK UP WITH THE FLAMES OF PASSION!!”

At the mention of flames, you subtly twist your head to see if the pot on the stove is still smoking. It isn’t, thankfully. You vow to yourself to keep a sharp eye out while you and your boyfriend cook, to make sure that your ‘passion’ is the only thing burning in the kitchen from now on.

Rabbit looks downright giddy at being granted permission to eat his snack. However, before he can take one of the buns, Papyrus shoos the both of you out of the kitchen, loudly proclaiming that he needs to clean the place up and make it fit for his and your “cooking date”. You and Rabbit leave Papyrus to his cleaning, and make your way to the living room, where you take a seat next to each other on the couch.

The moment you offer your box to Rabbit, he darts a hand inside and snatches up one of the canine bread loaves. But rather than immediately shoving it into his watering mouth, as one might reasonably expect of him, Rabbit instead takes his phone out and starts snapping pictures of his ‘Fidough’, from various angles.

You’re unsurprised by his actions. Your quieter boyfriend has a habit of taking photos of things he deems precious enough to preserve. This includes you and Papyrus, his own older brother, small flowers growing in inhospitable places, and all the joke foods you bring home. On days when you can tell that he’s being especially haunted by memories of his dark and dismal past in his starving Underground, you catch Rabbit gazing at all the photos he’s saved on his phone or framed around the house. It only encourages you to make more good memories for him to cherish.

Once Rabbit is satisfied with the pictures he’s taken, he puts his phone away and brings the bread dog to his nasal bone. He closes his eye sockets and inhales deeply, seeming to savour the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread. And then, without warning, he opens his jaws and takes a huge bite, practically ripping the puppy’s head off.

You wince, giving the poor, decapitated pup a pitying glance. The sight is a little bit morbid, but you can’t look away from Rabbit’s blissful expression, as he chews on his snack, making cute, appreciative noises.

Noticing your stare, Rabbit pauses, and then proceeds to tear the dough dog’s tail off. He lifts it up to your lips, clearly intending to feed it to you, and you oblige him by opening your mouth. Rabbit slips the bread chunk in between your parted lips, and you close your mouth. As you chew, gentle sweetness floods your taste buds, the delicate cinnamon flavour making you release a faint moan of pleasure.

Rabbit’s fingers linger on your bottom lip, his thumb gently stroking the flesh. You almost let out another moan, when you feel his sharp claw graze your skin, the motion teetering on suggestive. At the almost predatory glint in your lover’s eyelights, you begin to wonder if Rabbit intends to take this any further.

But the call of tasty food is too enticing for him to resist. With one last heated look in your eyes, a promise of ‘tonight’ in his gaze, Rabbit returns to his baked treat, devouring little ‘Fidough’ with gusto.

Despite his enthusiasm, though, Rabbit still takes care not to get even a single crumb onto the tattered, purple scarf draped around his shoulders. His scarf used to belong to his older brother, before it was given to Rabbit both as a token of brotherly love and as a vow of protection, for the only family that version of Sans had left. The scarf is Rabbit’s greatest treasure, and he always takes great pains to keep it clean and safe. It never fails to warm your heart to know that, in spite of the harsh misery of Rabbit’s life in his Underground, his bond with his brother was his one bright light in that dark world.

As you gaze at Rabbit now, you feel warmth bloom in your chest at the sight of his peaceful, happy smile. You’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. You love your boyfriends, chaotic and demanding though they may be, and want nothing more than to give them the same joy they give you, each and every day.

It’s the work of a lifetime, you know, but one you’re more than willing to undertake. For starters, though, you’ll settle with going back to that bakery where you bought the ‘Fidoughs’, and purchasing the ‘ Croc-ssants’ you saw in the window. You can already picture your lovers’ reactions, and the thought brings an excited grin to your face.

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Fidough is based on the Pokémon of the same name from the Scarlet and Violet games, although the ones here are obviously not alive and are just bread buns. Very cute bread buns.

I'm so sorry for the awful puns. I have no excuse, I just suck at them :(

[tally-kiza]

its been 84 years but i finally drew my bois again !!!

clove (horrorswapfell papyrus) being adorable and knox (horrorswapfell sans) making a stupidly overly-sarcastic reaction to something

i love my traumatized sons being soft <3 

[askeletonofproblems]

HEY GUYS DO YOU EVER REMEMBER HOW TALL THE HORROR SKELETONS ARE?! BECAUSE I DID AND YEP! THEY TOL!!!!

Also height master post.

[popatochisssp]

Nemo wears Pitch’s old scarf as a band and Pitch wears the tag from Nemo’s old collar I fucking can’t I just- *holds gently*

Nemo (Horrorswapfell Papyrus) stopped wearing his collar when he stopped relying on his brother's protection, but he kept the scarf to remember that his brother's still around and with him, even if he's not his shield anymore.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans) kept the tag when Nemo ditched the collar, at first just out of hurt, but eventually as a symbol that even though their relationship dynamic has changed, they're still family; still in this together.

Skeleton brothers against the world, as he always said...

[popatochisssp]

Ah man I love Pitch and [REDACTED], they look so good!!! 😩

ass status: itchy

some designs I did for @popatochisssp ‘s Diety Au Pitch and uh [Redacted] idk if I can mention him just yet sdkjvebrugvev

obvi not finished but I want to start sharin more doodles :3c

[maiuoart]

Can I hug Jackel? Please?

Well; Yes... You could hug the Jackal as he is now... But, for humans and other live organisms; It won’t end good? You’ll end up with the feeling of sickness in less than 30 minutes due to his ‘Issues’, and once you’re in his hold; He doesn’t like to let go cause he is very clingy and he will growl if you try to leave him.

And if you’ve been in his arms for less than 2 hours without his brother knowing, you will have gained the Plague that the Queen and Undyne had issued into him... Making you the prime subject of spreading it; If You Make It Out...

I suggest not going anywhere near him in a 5 foot radius until his brother finds a Cure :’D Which, will happen... Dw... But much later...

His brother will not allow you to leave alive if you find Jackal; He actually has the tendency to kill on sight if you find his brother first due to his panic. He’s merciful, but his instincts to protect act up and he will end you quick just so either; You don’t suffer the issues Jackal will give out or that you don’t spread the Plague. Protecting what exactly? Sometimes not even he recalls; Whether it be the Humans population, his own siblings safety, or just... Because he enjoys to hack and slash. However, if he finds you nearing the area he had hid Jackal, he will simply lead you somewhere else and let you go on your merry way. How he does it depends on his mood; He’ll silently lead you on how he can without startling you, or WILL startle you without showing himself. 

So, please be careful hugging him; Once Jackal gets his Soul settled and situated and he isn’t an actual danger to anyone anymore; Then you can :’D And hell, maybe his brother would settle enough to wanting a hug too, huh?

Thanks, Fire ♥ ; v ;

[skelly-survival-guide]

Any headcanons about the horror swapfell boys? maybe some s/o headcanons too?

Ooooh yes more questions for my newest babies!

Viper (HSF!Sans)

That one big eyelight he has? That looks like a target? Yeah he can roll it from one socket to the other depending on where he needs to look or what side of him he hears a noise on.

Severe OCD stemming from having to kill humans in order to eat. The first time he killed a human he felt the blood on his bones and it sickened him to the point that he had to scrub himself down when he got home. But the the stains weren’t coming off. He scrubbed and bleached his bones for days after that even after the stains were gone. He took to wearing an apron and strapping his gloves on so blood couldn’t stain him or his clothes again.

His once razor sharp claws are now dull and chipped from how much he washes and scrubs his hands.

Secretly loves soft things. If you are lucky you might walk in on him squishing a pillow between his claws. It’s adorable.

He has the tenancy to treat his s/o like royalty. In some of the best and worst ways. A dark knight who greets his s/o with a bow and kiss but also makes sure they keep to certain standards in life. There will be no days where his s/o skips their shower and their clothes will always be presentable, even the comfy ones. He’s not trying to be controlling but sometimes it can seem like his attention is suffocating.

He is much like his younger counterpart that during his heats he will kidnap his s/o. He’s just much more intense about making sure they stay where he can see them. If he starts growling you’ve moved to far from where he wants you and you should back up.

Mongrel (HSF!Papyrus)

... He has chased off several mailmen.

Hates baths! That doesn’t stop Viper from forcing his dirty coccyx into the shower though. There is so much whining, growling and snarling on shower day it’s not even funny.

The only way to get him into the water peacefully is if his s/o is in there and softly coaxing him in. Though I don’t think much washing will happen.

He maybe very animalistic to an outside observer and he does rely heavily on his instincts but he is still very intelligent. It’s just with words and normal social ques he’s slow to process and respond. He is actually still a magnificent mathematician and can be caught scratching equations into the dirt or even the floors if he gets bored and has nothing to write with that's big enough for his massive hands.

When he’s not wearing his boots, which he prefers, his feet have large curved talons on them. They make the boots uncomfortable but his brother won’t let him leave the house without them.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to date a dragon? Well here ya go. One very territorial boyfriend coming up. He doesn’t like it when you have to many people around you, especially if he doesn’t know them. It’s best to make sure he knows everyone in your immediate family so he wont get all huffy when you close cousins visit for the weekend.... okay he will still be huffy but he wont keep picking you up to drag you out of the room while growling at your visitors. He will also turn your entire room into a big nest and there will definitely be gifts of anything shiny. Sometimes it’s a shiny rock, sometimes it’s a glittery bead he found on the sidewalk.

Very much like Axe he needs to be locked up during heats but he has the added danger that he is very big and very sharp which only gets worse in his feral heats. He leaves deep gouges in the concrete walls of the heat bunker.

[jmbringitonworld]

Nnggghhh my baby!! Precious boy!!! Love of my life!!! Why are you SO CUTE???? o((>ω< ))o

Aaaaaaaaaagh I wanna write more for him!! But I also want to write for an event that's happening in a week!! And being torn between wanting to write for two separate but equally important things has left me too anxious to write ANYTHING!! I have no brain juice left for anything and asdfkjglkhlgl I'm so sorry my lovelies, my brain is broken and needs to be rebooted ~(>_<。)＼

Rabbit talks more in his sleep than he does when he’s awake~

Rabbit/Rabid is @jmbringitonworld ‘s Horror Swapfell Papyrus

[awkward-ark]

Horrorswapfell Boys!

A quick overview of the boys and what they are like! So people will have more of an idea as to what they want to ask them!

Viper (HSF!Sans)

He has OCD to the point of it being debilitating sometimes. After the famine and so much of his life spiraling out of control he felt it was the only thing that he still had complete control over. It's why neither he or Mongrel have any stains on their bones or clothes. He would clean them until it was free of spots or burn them.

He wore an apron Underground for the purpose of protecting his clothes but the sight of blood getting on his bones or clothes would send him into a panic attack and would usually end with a more brutal death for the human then he intended.

He is 7'2" tall and now the tallest Sans in the household.

His left eye socket and mandible were injured during his fight with Alphys. Before the famine he had worked his way up to head of the royal guard. So after the Queen's death he was next in line to take the throne. Especially since no one knew where Asgore was or if he was even still alive.

He hadn't wanted the throne, a soldier at heart, but the people needed someone to look up to so he reluctantly took the throne.

Alphys betrayed him. Pretending to now before him before striking out and upwards with her axe and catching him off guard. Her axe caught him on the jaw and sliced through his lower mandible and partially split his upper jaw. His left eye had been bashed in by the pommel of her axe.

After the betrayal he took his wounded brother and fled back to Snowdin. The people of Snowdin still consider Sans the rightful king and deferred to him in the troubled times.

He was also attempting to collect human souls but most of them dispersed before he found the bodies or his brother broke them on accident.

Both sides of his lower mandible can move independently and he can open them wide like a snakes jaw.

Now that he's on the surface he finally feels like he can relax a bit. He can be harsh but his personality is quite regal and he tends to lean more towards diplomatic solutions to any problems.

Mongrel (HSF!Papyrus)

He has lost quite a lot of who he used to be when his head was smashed in by Alphys' fist. He had jumped between them when his brother got knocked down and Alphys obviously planned to continue the assault and dust him.

The hole in his skull is much worse then Axe's and he relies heavily on his instincts to guide him making him seem more like an animal however he is still intelligent.

His words tend to come out slow so he prefers to keep to as few words as possible. If he's really lucky he only needs to use one word at a time.

Mongrel stands at 9'6" at full height but prefers to move on all fours, only standing fully as a form of intimidation.

He will occasionally try this with his brother if he feels like his brother is trying to take away something he considers his or he doesn't agree with his orders.

Because of his more instinctual nature he is prone to lashing out at percieved threats. When he was hunting Underground, if his brother wasn't there to keep him under control he was liable to render the humans into torn shreds. If the human was armed not even his brother could stop him from killing the human and making sure there was no possible way the body could ever get back up.

He has unfortunately shattered several souls. The only plus side was that the meat the souls shattered over helped strengthen the monsters they shared it with and was normally given to the weakest and youngest in Snowdin first.

The kids of Snowdin loved him. He would lie in the snow and let them take shelter under his shadow or climb his bones.

He grumbles and growls when his brother tries to clean him. It is not an uncommon sight to see a filthy Mongrel fleeing from a twitching Viper.

He has grown an elongated tail bone over the years to help his balance and maneuvering now that he prefers life as a quadruped.

Now that he's aboveground he's struggling a bit with adapting. He's very territorial and it's hard for him not to chase down strangers. He tends to keep to himself and let's his brother handle people. If his brother feels like the person is trust worthy and brings them around often then he will trust his brothers judgement.

[tally-kiza]

Hey how do your horror skeletons feel about halloween?

ooof i wrote so much word kmjnhb. hope yall like it tho!

mars (ht sans) 

mars adores halloween. its the perfect holiday: infinite candy that you can buy for just yourself and your bro and no one will be any the wiser; the ability to scare the daylights out of some trick-or-treaters (and steal all their candy); and throwing the candy right back at them later and seeing their joyful faces (which is cuter than mars cares to admit...). catch him vibin with the other skeletons in the halloween decorations aisle for the two months before halloween.

jupiter (ht papyrus)

also loves halloween!! its his third-favorite holiday, right after the Shattering (when all the monsters surfaced) and thanksgiving (so much foood a. a. a. a <3)! he creates incredibly elaborate costumes (most of which... may or may not have been jack skellington. ...and himself) and invites himself to every halloween party his friends throw. loves bobbing for apples even though he claims its incredibly unsanitary. usually ends up stealing and eating all the apples after. nobody stops him.

boston (hs sans) 

simultaneously likes and fears it. he loves watching all the halloween special episodes on tv and making really complex halloween decorations! but... he can never shake the nerves that come with the holiday. what if nobody likes his costume or his decorations. what if hes doing it wrong but nobodys telling him. what if someone threatens to sue his brother again over lacing aliza's pta's autumn bake sale brownies with pot (accidentally of course...) he tries his best to enjoy the holiday as much as he can though!

citrine (hs papyrus)

in contrast to his brother, citrine finds great glee in halloween! between his job at the local haunted house scaring the shit out of humans while covered in blood; his favorite hobby of remixing spooky scary skeletons on every possible device; and shoving pot in random halloween desserts, he gets a lot of joy out of it. honestly his favorite part is making matching themed jack-o-lanterns every year with his bro. where citrine has a bad habit of just chaotically stabbing the pumpkin, boston always shows him how to do it properly, which usually ends up with both their pumpkins as mini-masterpieces in their eyes <3

voss (hf papyrus)

ahhhh halloween. his old nemesis. its never been his favorite, due to the delinquent children egging and tping his house (and having to hold back rem from committing illegalities in response), but he does admit a certain fondness for it. the deliciously crisp windy air, the cold snap that gives him a reason to break out his fanciest scarfs and trench coats, chaotically stabbing random pumpkins that arent his... truly, a blessed time of year

...or it would be if he didnt have to keep yeLLING ABOUT THAT DAMNED GYFTMAS TREE SANS REFUSES TO TAKE DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE SANS ITS BEEN 3 YEARS GET RID OF IT ALREADY IT CLASHES WITH THE DECORATIVE GOURDS!!!

rem (hf sans)

to be perfectly honest. he aint a fan of it. he dont wanna give away all the candy he bought, the lil urchins can go buy their own damn candy, this stuff is his. and paps'. 

rem never dresses up for it, instead he just loafs on the sofa all night, scarfing down candy while watching halloween movies with his bro. also doesnt like how many genuinely scary movies there are this time of season. hes already been through hell, why would he wanna see more of it. the terrible cheesy ones are his favorites tho. the only part he really does like is going to the pumpkin patch with voss and picking out ugly gourds and pumpkins. voss is always so happy about it, so its impossible to not enjoy it.

knox (hsf sans)

halloween?? aka?? autumn??? aKA WITCHCRAFT SEASON???? COUNT. HIM. THE FUCK. IN. its his new favorite holiday now. anything supernatural around? he loves it, hes buying it, hes hoarding 10 of them now. 

ouija boards, fuck yeah. summoning circles in the living room, fuck yeah. chanting bloody mary into all the mirrors, fuck yeah. 

probably tries to yeet a bunch of random stuff in a cauldron and hopes a potion to change yer faet pops out. or a genuine demon. either one. the holiday itself doesnt really excite him that much, but he adores the mysterious aura around it, and the possibilities of seeing things even more monstrous than himself. 

clover (hsf papyrus) 

and probably as expected, this good boy likes halloween too! hes not quite as gung-ho about it as knox is, but he gets pretty excited for it. mostly for eating all the yummy candy, and seeing all the trick-or-treaters so excited seeing a real skeleton for the first time. puts up gyftmas lights and gyftmas decorations at the beginning of october. surprisingly, the fake spiders and handmade paper mache gravestones he decorates the yard with goes very well with the festiveness of the lights. 

also tries to go in a corn maze once but halfway through he heard a loud hissing snake among the corn and completed the whole maze in the next 10 seconds as he scrambled to escape it.