#swapfellcest

[musingartblog]

he's busy

[verdanabdit]

We don't have enough overstimulation. Here, or any other corner of other fandoms. But especially here since we have magic as an excuse for godly amounts of stamina.

And I will take insatiable skels any day.

UT!Papyrus who considers only 1 org☆sm to be a failure. 3 is casual, 5 is only a small success. It feels so good, why wouldn't you want to keep going until you literally can't anymore?

UF!Papyrus who gets drunk off his partner's reactions. Sometimes he'll only stop once they're so exhausted they've passed out and aren't even groaning in their sleep anymore.

US!Sans who treats it like a game and keeps track of his personal bests. Shortest amount of time he can cause an org☆sm, the most he can wring out of his partner in a set amount of time, the longest he's been able to go without breaks or without coming.

SFR!Sans who's just difficult to please. It takes him such a gruelingly long time to reach even one org☆sm for himself that his partner is lucky to have enough energy to even sit up by then. (It's impossible to overstim him. You will not last long enough to even try.)

And their brothers who suffer or indulge in this stamina~

[razzyarts]

Dibujos que hice de un collab Fontcest que organicé por Halloween 👀💜💕✨

[sin-cognito]

Ooh, how about Swapfell Red bros in C2 and D2? Or Fellswap Gold with E2 and A2. Maybe with some color palette adjustments if that'd look better.

Right before hitting send, I realized I didn't specify which outfit for which brother. And yknow what... that's fine. :D

Sorry for the wait, I also couldn't decide which outfit to give which brother so uhh... You get all of them.

Alright, on a more serious note, the Fellswap Gold was pretty easy to figure out, I really don't see Coffee wearing E2! XDD And he looks good with a hoodie on. Meanwhile, deciding which outfit to give to the Swapfell brothers really was a struggle. I can see them wearing both, but with different settings. In the first one, Black is your typical edgelord while Slim is this awkward and shy but very eager puppydog who likes to wear comfy clothes. But in the other one, you can imagine it's Black's day off so he allows himself to wear something casual, while Slim like to look tough and like a bad boy to warn off potential danger (AKA people who will try to flirt with Black).

Anyway, they took time (and I went back to work last week as well so less time to finish these) but I'm really happy with all 3! I had fun (except that moment when I realized I forgot to draw the choker around Slim's neck so I had to copypaste it from the other illustration XD)

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Preview: Cognito's August Swapfell Gold Fontcest Piece

Celebrate the summer and the end of August with @sin-cognito's warm Swapfell Gold piece featuring the bros getting ready for the fireworks festival.

You can see this piece in our 2024 wall calendar in the month of August! Check our pinned post for a link to purchase!

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A little KH!Swapfellcest done for @livelaughbone's Fontcest Wall Calendar Zine! :3 🚬🍇

Preorders for this gorgeous calendar compilation of works is open from 💜AUG 9TH TO SEPT 6TH💜, so be sure to get in on it!! >:D!

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[tiredcringe]

he may be a smelly rat man but he gets a kissy anyway!!

[winiboneshot]

I will redraw it 🍒🐶

[freshiegayboi]

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 3: Swapfellcest

next one! went a little more hurt/comfort for this one

Prompt 3: Swapfellcest (Warm Soup) ~560 words

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Hands trembling, Slim could only wince as Razz carefully wrapped the gauze around his ribs, cinching them off with steady hands that Slim knew were a show.

This was his fault. All his fault. He knew better than to go out at night here, now that they were on the Surface, but he’d really wanted to see the stars. Their backyard should have been safe, should have been comfortable to gaze up at something he’d always wanted to see… it should have been a lot of things.

But of course… someone had been waiting. Waiting for either one of them to slip up, waiting for Slim or Razz to come out on their own and get “what was coming to them”.

Nasty humans. Slim couldn’t understand the hate. Not up here, where food was plentiful and resources were vast. It wasn’t like Underground, where you had to fight for your life every day just to get a loaf of bread on the table.

But… they had been waiting. And Slim was jumped the moment he came outside without Razz acting as his shadow.

He’d fought back, as one does when they’re being kicked viciously in the ribs and skull, and he was sure they hadn’t left uninjured, not after he fought them off with blunt bones and raised a single blaster up with the remaining energy he had left, scaring them shitless.

It was a final straw kind of deal, he thought, coming back inside to Razz who had been busy at work in the basement. His brother had glanced up, asking why he was back inside, only for his bright purple eyelights to lock on his injuries with a fierceness that was scary.

There were few that had the intensity his brother had. Slim had always admired him for that, but now that it was directed on him… it was the teeniest bit uncomfortable.

“It’s… not as bad as it looks.” he tried, but Razz was very suddenly in his space, forcing him over to a chair to sit as he took stock of what needed immediate healing and what would have to heal the old fashioned way.

Razz was silent as he methodically went over every break, every cut, every bruise, as if memorizing them and their placements. Slim knew why, even before it was over and Razz finally asked him the burning question.

“Who did this to you.”

Slim shook his head, but his brother only took his chin, gentle.

“Papyrus. Who did this to you.”

Tears dotted his sockets, but Slim gave a description of what the men had looked like, the five of them. It was a little difficult, as it was still pretty late and there wasn’t that much light in the backyard, but Razz seemingly took his retelling and filed it away for later.

“Thank you bro. Now. Upstairs, please.”

Slim nodded, gingerly standing from the chair before they both headed up the steps. Razz stood at the top, watching as Slim slowly, carefully settled into a chair at the kitchen table. Then, without much preamble, began preparing the one thing that had gotten them through these kinds of moments in their lives. Slim felt himself relax at the smells that soon filled the kitchen, watching his brother work on making the one thing that could make them both feel better. Normal.

A hearty soup.

Hard Times Bingo Prompt 1: Spicyhoney

it begins... i probably wont have any kind of schedule for these lol theyll either come hard and fast or there will be lulls (also im spinning a wheel to pick which ones i write next lol)

but they will all get written!!

Prompt 1: Spicyhoney (With Edge nervously asking Stretch out) ~550 words

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Fingers tapping against the table, Edge could not help the fluttering of his soul. It’d been nearly fifteen minutes since he’d arrived at Blue’s home, his host happily letting him inside and exclaiming, wink and all, “I’ll go wake up Paps!”

Edge had stood there for five of the minutes, unsure of what he should do in this situation. Underfell was not a great teacher in the terms of hospitality and culture. So he stood there, and after a long contemplation, sat on the very edge of the couch. It was a comfortable couch, he thought.

The next five minutes were spent watching the TV, which had been left on. Blue seemed to be into some… interesting horror. That was a lot of blood for one small person.

And the last five minutes were spent like he was now, staring at the hallway that led to the bedrooms, hands wrapped tightly around his humeri like he was trying to hold himself back from rushing in there to yell his intentions.

Or yell in general. How did it take this long to wake up??

Finally, though, finally Edge heard the creaks of the floor, Stretch coming out from the hallway and for a moment, Edge could not speak.

Stretch was without his signature hoodie, his bones sleek and on display even if he wore a tank top that had a large burger emblazoned on it. It looked like a very messy burger.

“Hey, eyes are up here bud.”

Edge’s eyelights tore off of the burger, meeting Stretch’s who was smirking.

“Ah. Yes, apologies.”

Stretch shrugged, though he looked a little uncomfortable. Maybe this was a bad idea…

“What did you need, edgelord?” Stretch asked, bringing him back out of his thoughts, and, just for that split moment, Edge found the courage to say

“I want to take you out!”

A pause. Then, “What, to dinner or with a sniper rifle?”

Edge gawked at Stretch, who was laughing with a bright light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. It felt… good. Not embarrassing like it normally would have been. It felt good to make him laugh.

“Out to dinner. If it were with a sniper you would not get a warning before hand.”

Stretch snorted, coming over finally with a lazy grace to flop on the other end of the couch. “Yeah, I figured. What, you wanna… go out on a date?”

Edge felt his throat begin to close, the nervousness strong, but nodded once, resolute.

Stretch seemed to pause to think about it for a moment, before finally smiling.

It wasn’t his usual smile. It wasn’t lazy, wasn’t careless. Wasn’t like he knew the secrets to life and they weren’t particularly enjoyable or original.

It was a soft smile. A genuine smile. A smile Edge hoped he could see again.

“Well, I don’t see why not. Maybe you can take me out to the fancy schmancy seafood place you like so much, treat me right.”

Edge hmphed, crossing his arms. “Well of course I’ll treat you right! Your brother would have every right to kill me if I didn’t.”

Stretch laughed again, the sound so beautiful, and nodded. “That he would. When are we going?”

And Edge, who had already planned things out to a T no matter how this went, was more than happy to tell him.

[musingartblog]

just some fontcest thoughts/headcannons

[verdanabdit]

How each goes about taking their first d☆ck. Unless otherwise noted, they're on top and in control of the pace, and have either never been penetrated before or at least have never been penetrated by something bigger than two of their fingers. And of course are with their bro.

I'm boring and think of vajimbos but feel free to imagine a butt instead.

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UT Sans: Agonizingly slow. Needs to rest after nearly every centimeter. Tries really hard not to breathe weird or make noise, unwilling to admit he's not just messing around teasing. By the time he's fully seated, he's out of breath from holding it for so long. Won't admit how overwhelming it is, but can't help but cling to Pap's ribs.

UT Papyrus: Worked himself up thinking it was going to hurt terribly, and the discomfort doesn't live up to the hype, so he takes it smooth and easy. Doesn't stop; finds the continued motion helps dull the slight pain.

UF Sans: It's a heat-of-the-moment thing, so neither of them are really thinking about it when Papyrus pushes him down, and he's surprised by just how much it hurts and ends up kicking Papyrus in the face. Thought lube was for quitters, so they don't have any, and he grumps around while waiting for Papyrus to get back from the store. Papyrus yells about the huge mess Sans makes using more than half the bottle all at once, but Sans snaps back, "shut the f☆ck up. what you gonna do, f☆ck me to death and use me like sawdust to clean it up?? friggin chad thunderc☆ck's out for blood over here, if he can't rip through your taint, he'll bludgeon you with his damn python." and squeezes out the rest of bottle just to be a shit. It still hurts like a motherf☆cker, of course, and Papyrus lets Sans beat on his chest to help distract from it. Says there's not going to be a next time, but changes his mind about half-way through the night.

UF Papyrus: Learned from the above disaster. Brags about how he, unlike Sans, is not going to waste half their night on something so trivial. Is pretty good about hiding his discomfort, and even tells Sans he was being dramatic that time. The banter is a good distraction from the fact that he's not quite f☆cking Sans stupid like he said he would. He'll make good on that promise next time.

US Sans: Doesn't expect it to hurt, so he goes at it with a little more gusto than he should. Very vocal. He pauses after the head, but he doesn't stop for long, not wanting to back down. Nothing he can't handle!!! Has to be told to slow down.

US Papyrus: Tries to play it cool, letting Sans take the lead, but he's actually really worried about it hurting. Tries to endure, but he curls away with a pained groan and worries Sans, who pulls back out. Papyrus ends up crying just a little from a mixture of pain, embarrassment and feeling like he's ruined the evening. He admits he had been looking forward to this, even though he was nervous. Sans calms him down, offers to stop or keep going. Gently works him open until they're snugly joined. (But I also just like to think of this Papyrus as delicate. (*pq′ー｀) He never fully adjusts to how girthy Sans is, so it always hurts at the start even with extensive prep. He learns to not mind it, and then enjoy it.)

SFR Sans: Sets the evening up as a very slow, sensual, teasing atmosphere. Tells Papyrus he isn't allowed to move. Distracts them both with kisses so neither of them are thinking too hard about how slowly he's working himself down. It actually hurts like a b☆tch, but he's glad to feel it. Glad they can share this.

SFR Papyrus: Takes it all in one go, slamming down, groans and comes immediately. It feels like something tore. He's crying. Sans, worried, asks what he should do, but he takes so long to answer. When he does, he just begs Sans to move. It hurts too much to move on his own, but he doesn't want to stop. He doesn't stop crying. It'd be less awkward if he could articulate that he likes how it hurts, but he's just too overwhelmed at the moment. He's sad that it'll never hurt that same way again.

SFP Sans: Most of the time is spent just looking at it. Snaps "DON'T RUSH ME!" when questioned. It's annoyance that gets him to actually do anything, but he needs to pause after a couple inches. He stalls once it's all in, not wanting to admit he needs time to adjust.

SFP Papyrus: Lets Sans do what he wants. Tries to cover up his wincing with complaints about Sans's lack of a delicate touch, but Sans goads an embarrassed admission out of him that it's his first time doing this.

FSG Sans: Sans had asked Papyrus to lead and planned to endure any pain for his brother's sake, just wanting him to feel good, but Papyrus refused, too worried that he'd hurt Sans even with instruction. Sans still largely sets aside his own discomfort, taking it a bit faster than is comfortable for the sake of assuring his brother he's fine.

FSG Papyrus: It's an all night process. He flinches away once it starts to hurt and needs a break. Sans keeps asking if he's sure he wants to do this, but he's determined. They eventually get him fully seated, but it's still too much to really work with, so they just sit still for the rest of the night. He's too sore to try again for a few days, and the next attempt goes about the same. Fourth time's the charm, and he apologizes for the trouble, but Sans assures him he's enjoyed simply being joined with him plenty enough.

HT Sans: Lets Papyrus do what he wants. A sharp inhale makes Papyrus stop, ask if he's alright, but Sans shortly just tells him to keep moving, that it's going to hurt no matter what anyway. Just do it. Papyrus tries to go slow anyway.

HT Papyrus: Is so enamored with the idea (and used to most things hurting) that he doesn't really notice it or let it slow him down.

UL Sans: He was begging Papyrus to take him anyway. He's not going to make him stop now. He cringes and groans loudly, and Papyrus tries to pull out, but Sans locks his legs around him and says it's fine; it's supposed to hurt. A little teary when he asks Papyrus to please keep moving.

UL Papyrus: Kind of regrets just going for it, but stopping part-way would hurt worse. 'Fights back' against the pain by bouncing harder. He'll have given himself a limp by tomorrow.

G Sans: Lays back and is super flippant about it. Pokes fun at Pap for putting so much effort into preparing him. Stops laughing when Pap nudges inside, whimpering a bit. When asked if he's okay, he tries really hard to play it off, says he was just trying to get a rise out of Pap since he cared so much. Papyrus sees through his bullsh☆t, kisses him sweetly, and kindly says he'll be more gentle. Sans grumbles to himself that Pap is way too suave, but he's putty in his hands already, wrapping his arms around his brother's neck and melting into how much tender care he's receiving.

G Papyrus: The only one of them to have used a reasonably sized toy first. Slowly acquainted himself with the sensation on his own so he wouldn't end up being the reason a nice evening needed to stop or pause. Sans is pretty salty about it since Pap made Sans's first into such a damn event.

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US Sans (alternate): It doesn't hurt at all. Papy tragically has a pencil d☆ck. Since he takes it all at once, Papy expresses concern for him, and Sans has to make the snap decision on whether to be honest that he can hardly feel it or pretend in order to save Pap's ego. (If the truth ever comes out, Pap will be devastated, ask why Sans let it go on that long, and Sans responds "BUT YOU WERE SO CUTE, THRUSTING AWAY LIKE THAT. LIKE YOU WERE GETTING SOMEWHERE. IT WAS REALLY CUTE, PAPY." and like, it's not like he wasn't laughing at him, but it wasn't in a mean way, but it's difficult to get that across. For Sans, there's something endlessly endearing about Papyrus trying so hard but being unable to pleasure him. He's not sure what this k☆nk is.)

UF Sans (alternate): Wants it to hurt. He spends his life trying so hard to avoid getting hurt, and he knows Papyrus would never harm him. He wants to feel his brother safely break him. A wonderful pain that symbolizes their trust and love. He urges Papyrus onward, freely cringes and groans in pain, pulls Papyrus closer when he tries to pull away, begs him not to leave, to keep going.

[razzyarts]

CW: fontcest, swapfellcest, cheapwine (?

Dinero u3u* (Pt. 3)

Parte previa 👉aquí👈

Siguiente parte 👉aquí👈

[wily-fox]

Dude.... Dream and nightmare are fucking brothers. That's fucking nasty wtf is wrong with you.

You know, Nonni, here's the thing

There's absolutely nothing wrong with me

I started exploring this fandom with the same-universe fontcest, gosh, I was sooooo hard into fellcest and swapfellcest, you have no idea!

Then I moved to cross-universe fontcest, papcest, sanscest (I remember I started shipping RottenJoke just because someone asked NagisaHeichou if they ship Sans x Razz and my mind gone wild XD), frans, papara (Papyrus x Chara), self-insert.

Then I got carried away with Bad Sans Gang, Underverse ships, bad Sans poly+Dream and KillerCreamMare. And yeah. I'm currently exploring the forbidden depths of the bittersweet apple brothers as a free-standing ship. Yammy 🍏

So, what I'm saying is I ship almost every ship in Undertale fandom. Or I can start. At any moment 🤷‍♀️

Block 'dreammare' tag, otherwise go away

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Production Update: Ganzooky's Bookmark Proof

Our proof for Ganzooky's bookmark has arrived! The full order will be on the way soon!

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Hurting

This is just a short Angst drabble…. Only hurt, attempted and failed comfort. its one-sided swapcest, as well as attempted Black x Blue x Slim��.. Blue and Stretch have a soul bond that Stretch no longer wants. I might continue this one later, if I feel up to it… It makes me sad.

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Blue feels the tug on his soul, even from a Universe away. The pain that comes with Stretch staying in Underfell doesn’t subside when he stays with Black and Slim.

He’s in Black’s lap though, and the delicate stroke of his gloves against Blue’s face is enough to soothe his heart anyway. Black isn’t having it. “You love us, don’t you?”

Blue sighs, eye lights gone so he doesn’t have to see, mind blank so he doesn’t have to think. “Mmhm.”

“And you want to stay here, of course. You’ve already said that.”

Slim is in the kitchen, cleaning or cooking or something, enough that when he pauses to listen to the conversation, the lack of commotion is noticeable. The house is silent for a moment. Blue sighs and shifts so his face is pressed against the neck of Black’s spine. “Yeah.”

Black has his arms wrapped comfortingly around Blue’s body and he gives a slight squeeze as he considers his next words carefully. “I know… I..” He takes a moment to rethink and begins again. “You’re going to be hurt either way, but if you would just let go, we could have a bright future Blue. The three of us.”

The tension in Blue’s body seems to let go all at once and he feels that he must be quite heavy in Black’s arms, but he is held tight regardless. “I’m not strong enough.”

“Of course you are!” Black snapped, but was quick to warmth again. “… And even if you aren’t, I… we will be your strength, love. Bonds don’t have to be between just two, it’s about souls absorbing a piece of each other, the three of us, we cou-”

“I KNOW what it’s about!” Blue rubbed at his own eye sockets with the back of his gloved hands and tried not to focus on the emotional pain he was no doubt making his brother aware of. “I hate him and I hate myself for hating him, but letting go and breaking that bond… I’ll lose a piece of my own soul and I… I’m not… strong enough. I love you, but I love him and I want him to love me too, but he’s…. he’s over it. The only time I feel love coming from him is when he’s… When I’m not in the same universe as him. And god it just… hurts so much.”

Black held him tighter and Blue felt Slim walk in, still saying nothing, but kneeling down in front of them. “you need to let go.”

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puppy giving hims master lil neck kissies