#papysans day

[purplebluepen45]

Happy PapySans Day!

I've been waiting to draw them in this beautiful day ( ´ ▽ ` )

#fontcest #papysans #papyrus x sans #papysans day #horray for family-friendly art making a comeback! #at least for now XD

[zu-is-here]

before you forget

#zu art #sans #papyrus #undertale #[8/3] #fontcest #papysans #((don't like? block these tags <3)) #so many ideas and so little time :'D #this one may actually work for them even without romantic relationship tbh #what if #Sans is so used to resets that one day he allows himself to be honest with Papyrus #''​just one day'' #sure it's hard but isn't his bro the most understanding skeleton in the whole cursed world? #bonus points if he always has That Scar along his ribs #(Im pretty sure that Papyrus' scar along his neck is right there too ;w;) #double points if the resets stop :)) #so many possibilities ☆

[razzyarts]

CW: fontcest, incest, fellswapgoldcest, ... swapfellgoldcest(?

SansPapy Day 💕✨ (🍷☕)

#fontcest #sanspapy #papysans #sans x papyrus #papyrus x sans #fellswapgoldcest #swapfellgoldcest #SansPapy Day #SansPapy Day 2024 #my art #Razzy's Art #undertale au

[iliacium]

I tried a different brush using some dance boys 🧡💙

#ahhh i like this one but i also like the softer one #dancecest #oh man we getting interesting with the ship names #fontcest #not me flooding the fontcest tag im so sorry i just like drawing them 😩 #honestly this looks nicer but at the same time soft...... is more flexible #AHHHHHH I DUNNO MAN #oh its also papysans day i think!!!! #good day to the ship that has consumed my brain for 7 years :D #dts #dtp #liart

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📚 Fanzines / Anthologies 📚 Addizine - Leftover Sales Live, Laugh, Bone - Preorders Open August 9 Secret Entries: XTale Zine - Orders Open 桜色ハーモニー / WELCOME TO … (Grillby Anthology) - On sale

🌊 Character/Ship Days🌊 Papysans Day: August 3 Horror Sans' Birthday: August 4 Geno Sans' Birthday: August 6 Flowey Day: August 7 Farmhorror Day: August 8 Let Sans Rest Day: August 9 Papby Day: August 9

🏖️ Character Fanweeks 🏖️ Papyrus Month: August 1 - 31 Soriel Week: August 13 - 19 Self-Shipper Approved Rareship Week: August 15 - 22

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Happy August! 🏫

#utfandomevents #undertale #deltarune #fanweek #anthology #fanzine #zine #character day #fan event #fan month #utmv #undertale fanzine #deltarune fanzine #utmv fanzine #ship week #ship day #fan week #prompt challenge #writing challenge #writing event #monthly event update #sorry for the late post #mods have been busy with real life!

[makotoskeleton]

I have no Happy PapySans Day.

パピサン描こうとしたら近親相姦取締りキッズのこと思い出してイライラしてしまう。(勿論外国人) そもそも文句言ってる人達は創作上の人外＋同性愛＋近親相姦のなにが問題あるのか説明できるの？ (奴らは兄弟ものにだけ神経質になるので同性愛はOKみたいです★)

#Undertale #Sans #Papyrus #PapySans #パピサン #Fontcest #Underswap #Honey #Blueberry #MS Paint #マウス画

[b0nked-spy]

hi sorry~~ been caught up with work and the good ol' SAD. but besides that i have fallen into the fontcest/papysans shiphole </3 i always seem to loop back to my old fandoms,,. hopefully one day i'll be back to this blog. but if anyone wants i can clean up the first three chapters for the pen-pal AU and post them~ (yes i was actually working on a fic for that xd, i'll just give the chapters some light editing and put them up on this blog if anyone is interested. i also have one more little drabble thing i might post that's been in my drafts forever xd).

[0netype]

Greed [Swapfellcest] [1/?]

SO HERE’S A SUPER SELF-INDULGENT THING--I went through the Swapfell tag on ao3 for fontcest fics and I got through about half (like ~180/300+) and not even one?????? of those fics??? was about the purple swapfell bros getting it on????

I had an insatiable thirst and, while i’m still hoping there’s some fics hidden in the half that I haven’t searched yet, I decided to write some of my own in the meantime B’) ................,,,,... it uh....... it sorta became a longfic along the way............ so if anyone else out there is liking the idea of BlackMoney, dear god please come talk to me about them because I’m So Into It RN.

Rating: E Relationship: (Purple) Swapfellcest [BlackMoney] Chapter Wordcount: 1317 Summary: There are certain things Papyrus wants that he really shouldn't be allowed to have. Getting them anyways goes well about half the time. Chapter Index: [ x ] [ 2 ] [ AO3 Link ]

CONTENT WARNINGS: mentions of prostitution, wet dreams

Papyrus jolts up in bed, soul pounding in his chest and gasping his brother’s name. This is more or less par for the course when it comes to his sleepless nights. He has nightmares frequently—wakes up drenched in sweat with his bones rattling like a wind-chime five nights out of seven—but this is different. He’s still panting, still perspiring, still every bit as run ragged as he is at the end of any old nightmare.

What makes it out of the ordinary is that, this time, he’s also sticky with cum.

He stares down at himself, sheets bunched up underneath him thanks to his restless tossing and turning. His shorts sit low on his hips, sagging down far enough that his crests are exposed, bones chipped and yellow even in the meager light coming in through the slips in his blinds. Papyrus reaches a hand out towards his pelvis and tugs at the fabric, wincing at how it clings to his bones. Even now, there’s a residual glow underneath his clothes. Confirmation of what woke him so suddenly.

He dreamt about Sans fucking him.

Papyrus figures he should feel something about that beyond the dull sense of surprise he’s currently experiencing. That’s weird, right? It’s weird that he feels no shame or embarrassment or disgust?

But then again, with some of the clients he’s had, letting Sans use him would be an upgrade.

Besides, it’s easy enough to explain away the dream. He’d come home from a long night of offering himself up, body worn out and sore. He’d barely had the foresight to ‘port straight up to his room instead of walking in through the front door and facing his brother’s wrath. Exhausted, he’d wiped himself down with some discarded clothes laying on the floor before slipping off his sandals and his hoodie and tossing himself face-first into his mattress. Sharp spasms of pain shot through his blind eye as he blearily calculated his earnings, sleep wrapping in around his skull.

He’d also been thinking about his brother.

Sans had gotten rejected from the Guard again, coming home enraged at the ‘injustice’ of it all. Papyrus hadn’t been able to keep himself from laughing outright at the predictable outcome and the ensuing mass of projectiles that had been tossed his way did little to stifle his snickering. He’d told his brother time and time again that it was his awful temper and thinly-veiled bloodlust that kept Alphys from adding him to the ranks—and with good reason. The Guard would never get anything done if one of their own went around dusting monsters left and right.

In any case, it’s easy to see where Papyrus’s subconscious might have gotten that twisted. A simple thing to replace a snarling monster gripping his arms forearms tight as he plunges violently in and out of Papyrus’s cunt with his brother’s crazed grin and vicious hold.

… it’s harder to ignore the shiver that runs up his spine as he thinks of it.

“Papyrus,” Dream Sans had growled, hilted so deep that, even awake, Papyrus swore he could feel the ghost of his touch thick and heavy within him, “I’m going to break you open on my cock.”

Which.

Bad porn dialogue really.

But it had made him cum anyways, so.

Regardless, the dream means nothing. Even if continuing to think about it as his soul calms and the comfortable haze of orgasm dissipates is giving rise to all sorts of complicated, churning emotions. Papyrus is tired. He’s exhausted. Even if he’s never really slept much, it doesn’t mean he’s impervious to needing to shut down occasionally.

In the end, he isn’t interested in exploring the intricacies of dream reading while running on empty. Especially for something that’s not even that big a deal.

So what if he’d dreamt of screaming himself hoarse, clenched tight around his brother’s cock as he rode out his orgasm?

It doesn’t mean anything.

The pounding in his blind socket returns, body tensing at the pain. Papyrus turns over and forces his eyes shut. Sleep will come if he waits long enough for it, and maybe this time it’ll be dreamless.

But when the morning comes, and he’s still only managed to catch snatches of sleep in between long stretches of malcontent, things aren’t quite as easy to cast away.

For one, the filth in his shorts has gone an unappealing mixture of stiff and tacky. He spares a second to be remorseful over not having the foresight to clean up at night before shaking the thought away. It isn’t like he hasn’t woken up covered in worse from those nights where he skipped wiping himself down after ‘work’. There were far worse things than a little mess from time to time.

He rolls over in bed and peels the shorts off before tossing them to the side into a rank pile of clothing. Then he pushes himself up to his feet, pelvis bare and only an undershirt covering him.

Thoughtful, Papyrus tugs the hem of the black, sleeveless top down, as if to cover his indecency. He glances over at the figure he strikes in the dirty, full-length mirror laying unhung against his wall. Standing like this, still softened from sleep and looking bashful with his shirt pulled down over his bare bones, makes him snicker.

That good humour washes away a second later when a shout booms through the house, loud enough to jostle the sparse furniture in his room. “Papyrus!”

He freezes in place, images from his dream last night flashing through his mind in quick succession. Then, he clenches his phalanges tight into the fabric of his undershirt; hard enough that he can feel his bones scraping through to the other side.

What is he getting so worked up over? It’s only Sans.

One dream doesn’t change a thing.

“What?” He hollers, forcing past the feeling of his soul rising up in his false-throat.

“Pap, you ingrate,” Sans shouts back, mixing what should be an affectionate nickname with his usual irritation. It’s normal, comfortable and safe. His brother continues to behave as he always does and it’s enough that Papyrus untenses just the slightest. “If you’re up, then get down here!”

Papyrus rolls his one, working eyelight, “I’m coming, Sa—”

The words dry up. He gives a full-body shudder as a tingle of magic pulses in his pelvis at the memory of shouting the same phrase in his dream. He’s already standing in front of the mirror, so he can’t brush off the way a light flush of purple works onto his cheekbones as his body heats from the thought. Papyrus locks gazes with his reflection for only a second before he looks away.

He doesn’t want to think about what he sees in that expression.

“Papyrus!”

“I heard you the first time!” He croaks, trying for normal but rankled with nerves.

This is stupid. This is so fuckin’ ridiculous.

The dream meant nothing, so why is he reacting like this?

Gritting his teeth and forcing his body still of its trembling, Papyrus turns away from the mirror and moves towards the pile of suspect clothing by the foot of his bed. He focuses on nothing but sifting through it, searching for something clean to wear. When his hand snags on a pair of long, dark grey shorts, he pulls them up to his face to sniff at them before deeming them acceptable.

Papyrus tugs them up his hips, slips on his sandals, snatches his hoodie up from where he’d discarded it next to his mattress last night, and strides to his bedroom door.

He gives one glance over his shoulder at the mess of clothing strewn about the place—a particular pair of shorts, newly covered in filth, among them—and promises himself that he’ll do laundry later. After that, he can put all of this behind him.

… probably.

#fontcest #papysans #blackmoney #swapfellcest #kh swapfellcest #kh!swapfellcest #purple swapfellcest #writing this reminded me of the old days #where there was like no honeymustard/fellcest #we've come so far :") #anyways please love these assholes with me they're so good #type writesold

[lunatroph]

oh you know what’s up

#undertale #sans #larval day #this is jay's fault. #papyrus

[drivendriver]

More of that fontcest, continuation of my flower crown drawings. Warnings: Feels. Also imagery of Sans tied to some kind of stake. And cruel feels. And gaster inflicting 'fingernail' damage.

#fontcest #undertale #some violence #no exp is had this day #papyrus x sans #papysans

[purplebluepen45]

12 Days of Fontcest

"Seriously? You didn't realize there was a mistletoe above your head?"

"THERE WAS A MISTLETOE?!!"

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Prompt by @underfellover

I couldn't find time to color the comic. Really sorry for that :'

But uhh.. hopefully this will suffice ^^;

#12 days of fontcest #fontcest #papysans #papyrus x sans #sans x papyrus #wow first time drawing Undyne here and it's not bad #but fuck do I need to learn how to create comic panelling #i was struggling so hard to find the right composition #had to edit this post because i forgot about the blush #how can i forget about it?!

[zu-is-here]

infinitely close

#[8/3] #papyrus #sans #zu art #undertale #something quick simple and absolutely pure while it's still the day <3 #papysans day #fontcest #be back soon! òwó

[stripestheboar]

Day 20 - Papysans (Horrortale)

Eyyy, we’re finally at the fontcest part of the month. And it’s from Horrortale! That Horrortale hype’s been big recently, so enjoy this little bit of fuckshit!

Pairing: Papysans/Fontcet (Papyrus/Sans)

Words: 2,014

Sans doesn’t remember much. In fact, he’d say he was forgetting things more and more as time went on. Things dropped from his memory, only to be picked up in the occasional reminders, but otherwise left behind. It wasn’t that his amnesia was getting worse, bit instead that he just didn’t find the need to remember them in the first place. He could vaguely recall flashes, some of a robot or a bit about the past king. Sometimes they’re about a kid, but he has trouble with that one the most. Still, he sectioned that all off as not mattering in their situation; and so, they were dropped.  

However, despite all that, there was one monster he had never forgotten.

“Sans! Where are you? I need your assistance right away!”

Sans flinched at the gratingly loud voice. Sockets half lidded, he groggily glanced back down the snowy path he had been walking. Sure enough, there was that faint outline of his brother. Out of everyone in the Underground, he remembered Papyrus the most. He supposed it only made sense, as they were siblings with only each other to count on. There was also Toriel, who lived behind the purple doors, but it seemed she made no plans to come out anytime soon.

It was just him and Papyrus.

Just him and his loud, grating, obnoxious, needy, demanding, sporadic, dangerously kindhearted, bleeding heart of a baby brother.

“Hey, bro,” he greeted, sauntering up to his sibling. “Ugh, lazing about again, I see,” Papyrus huffed, looking down at Sans. His voice was still as boisterous as always, causing that splitting headache the smaller couldn’t bear as his brother began to ramble.

As you may have noticed, Sans wasn’t in the best of moods when it came to Papyrus, but don’t let that define their relationship. Once the hunger set in, and his “accident” had passed, any sympathies or once morals wasted away with time. That didn’t change how he felt about Papyrus for the most part; he still loved his brother, but if five years of his new life had done any good, he had at least grown a bit wiser. It took a good bashing to the skull for him to realize his brother wasn’t the complete dumbass his old self once thought, and nor was he as innocent.

Sans grimaced for a moment, as he was still remember the pain and anger his old self had felt when Papyrus had come home with a messy and broken smile from a particular night of Undyne’s training. He could also remember that Sans’ reluctance to do anything about it. It was an odd feeling, getting angry at someone who was him and yet not him at the same time.

Papyrus had definitely changed a lot from what he could collect from fragmented memories. While he certainly wasn’t dumb, killing and eating humans had definitely done a number on his psyche, as his shrunken sockets showed. He fidgeted more, couldn’t control his volume or strength, and at times Sans wondered if his brother could even tell the difference between right and wrong anymore. Well, he went around feeding the people of Snowdin, so it was obvious he had some sense, even if it was very weak. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill a human if it meant getting food for his friends. Speaking of which…

The older skeleton blinked in slight surprise, tilting his skull as he watched Papyrus intently as he rambled. The younger had his gloved hand to his mouth, his phalanges close to those crooked teeth of his.

Sans had also picked up on a few cues over the years. His brother would look down at his boots whenever he felt some resemblance of shame. He giggled and hopped in place whenever he felt happy. He only sat down when he felt tired, which was rare. He stared intently whenever that hint of sadism rung inside him. He had the tendency the chew, as well.

Not just chew, but to gnaw.

The smaller tilted his skull in slight worry, grabbing his little brother’s arm with a strong grip. Papyrus jumped slightly, looking down at him curiously. His long, spindly fingers were already within his mouth, his teeth having already begun to bite and chew at the leather-bound gloved. He couldn’t help it; his teeth continued to gnaw at the sturdy material and bone with little hesitation.

“Bro, when’s the last time you ate?” he rasped, his grip tightening.  Papyrus seemed to realize his faults and removed his hand as once, looking down at his boots for a moment as he contemplated the question. “A… few days,” he replied honestly. “I may have lost count, to tell the truth.” He looked back up at Sans. “Perhaps even a week or so.” Sans didn’t take to that fact too nicely, the red iris of his constricting as his permanent grin stretched even wider. While his brother wasn’t everything he used to be, he was still too kindhearted for his own good, especially when it came to the wellbeing of others. With so many monsters to feed, it was obvious that there would times that his baby brother wouldn’t have enough food for himself. While he was able to make spaghetti, it was the meat that really did the trick. Sans internally cursed himself for not seeing the obvious signs of the other’s state. To be fair, Papyrus had always had a talent at hiding his own inner turmoil, but Sans had let himself become oblivious sometimes, putting his own problems before his brother’s. He could still remember hearing that sickening crunch of bone when Papyrus’ hunger had reached it’s breaking point, the cracking still audible even through the thick gloves.  

He let go of his arm, giving his battle body a small pat. “Go home, Paps,” he instructed softly, moving his hand to hook inside his empty socket. “I’ll be home in a few hours, ‘kay? I’ll get us a bit of food.” Papyrus gave an almost kid-like squeal of joy and went to embrace him, but Sans quickly stopped him. As much as he knew his old self enjoyed the hugs, with Papyrus’ new lack of control of his own strength, he could easily end up breaking the smaller’s spine in one squeeze. That’s usually why Sans did most of the hugging.

With another pat on the younger’s lumbar, he watched him quickly run home. After he disappeared down the path, the older turned and walked towards the large purple doors. Time to get some dinner.

Luckily Toriel wasn’t tending to any of the humans at the time. She was there when his fist rapped on the door. A quick explanation of the situation had her complying in an instant. “Wait an hour,” she told him, before her footsteps faded. So Sans sat at his station, gently drumming his phalanges along the tabletop of the station. If Toriel was one thing, she was a lifesaver. As deranged as she had become, she still cared for her subjects more than Empress Undick ever bothered to. Well, that was true as far as he could remember, anyways. She loved her “children” to the point of obsession, but she was always willing to let one or two slip at her friend’s request.

It wasn’t too long before Sans heard the double doors creak open. His grin broadened, his fingers not stopping their rhythmic tapping. He brought his other hand up to hook his empty socket once again, as his own hunger became apparent.

The human that stumbled out was an older girl, looking a bit more aged than most that came out but still fairly young from what he knew about humans. With dirtied and tattered garments and an obvious injury to her leg, she stumbled out of the doorway.  

This was usually when Sans would wait for the girl come by or possibly do the good spike-in-the-hand trick, but not this time. He wasn’t going to let Papyrus wait any longer.

She didn’t even see him coming. He decided to use his axe he kept behind his station; he didn’t want to waste his magic on an easy kill. He easily lobbed off her head with a quick swing. Her body dropped to the ground, and he took a moment to contemplate her corpse. Perhaps back when he was someone else, he would feel something for her. Maybe a twinge of regret, pity, or even remorse would have stilled his soul. However, all he could feel right now was a faint hunger and the need to feed his baby brother. He made sure to pick up the head as he began to take the body back home. Papyrus’ favorite parts had always been the squishier organs, like the eyes. He seemed to like to chew and gnaw on the more inedible bits, causing Sans to assume that with how violently his teeth had been torn out and shoved back, it might have caused the larger skeleton to develop a sort of oral fixation.

Papyrus had been sitting on the floor before the couch, those large legs crossed as he watched the dead channel on the screen when Sans came in. He gave an excited gasp before popping up to his full hight, running to the door to meet his brother at the door. “You brung food!” he cheered, helping to bring the still warm body into the house. The smaller skeleton grinned up at his brother, handing him the decapitated head of his victim. “I told you I would, didn’t I?” he chuckled, before lifting up his axe. Papyrus got the cue and held the body towards the blade, allowing him to cut down the girl’s chest and open up her stomach, miraculously avoiding damaging most of the organs. Usually they would carefully section the body into pieces before Papyrus would work his magic in the kitchen. However, right now it was obvious he was too starved to even bother cooking the meat. Sans didn’t mind this, of course. He found that he preferred his meat bloody. The younger dropped the body onto its back on the stained floor, not hesitating to peel the skin on the abdomen away and to rip out a large chunk of the muscle that lay underneath.

Sans didn’t get any food right away, instead preferring to watch his baby bro tear into the meat with crooked, broken teeth. His giggly, excitable, supportive, caring, precious, wounded monster he called his baby bro.

He went over behind his brother, fixing that tattered scarf that hung loosely around his cervical so it hung on a little tighter. A momentarily wondered if his brother would mind if he tied it into bow. A silly thought for sure, but he couldn’t help but think of Papyrus like that. So instead, he leaned over his brother, wrapping his arms around his vertebrae in a gentle fashion, so unlike the nature his usual actions. Papyrus paused for a moment, his hands sunken deep into the intestines of the body. He turned his head slightly, a blank look cross over his skull, but Sans could still recognize it as confusion. Still, the two remained silent, so without an answer, Papyrus went back to pulling out the bundle of small intestines. Any confusion or lingering emotions were dropped as he decided to concentrate solely on sating his hunger. Remembering his own need for food, Sans removed himself from his brother to sit down beside him, using a sharp bone to tear out a chunk of muscle. A sharp pang of hunger shot through him now that he was right before his food. He wasted no time in digging into the raw food. He hadn’t realized how starved he had been until he was actually digging in. He blamed it on his brother; he always seemed less hungry when his thoughts were on Papyrus.

He began to eat, focusing on the food in front of him. Still, he couldn’t help himself whenever his large red pupil flicked up to watch his brother gnaw at the end of the end of the intestine like he’d never eaten before in his life. His grin broadened as he scooted closer to his Papyrus, glad he was able to feed his baby brother like a big brother was supposed to.

#Fontcest #Papysans #Horrortale #ht!Papyrus #ht!Sans #Sans #Papyrus #utshippingpridemonth #shipping pride month #Day 20

[b-shell]

OH MY FUCKING GOD YOUR PAPYSANS ART YEEEEESSSSSSSSSS, ITS SO CUTE! Its not a ship for me, but holy hell your art is amazing, and adorable as hell! Also I love the way you draw swap sans, i mean his design is popping off! I wish I could reblog some of your papysans art but I'm to afraid of backlash from my followers, as I also have that problem with sanscest, mabye some day, until then I'm gonna like spam the hell out of your account, and reblog all the stuff I can.

Hey!Sorry for not responding sooner!

I'm glad to know that you like my drawings,and it's totally understandable to not reblog them.Backlash is really a troublesome thing,wish you will never get into it and do whatever you like.

Have a good day☀️

#reply

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📝 Fanweeks / Character Days 📝 Spamkris Summer Specil - July 4 - August 21 Papyrus Month - August 1-31 Papysans Day - August 3 Horror Sans' Birthday - August 4 Geno Sans' Birthday - August 6 Flowey Day - August 7 Farmhorror Day - August 8 Afterdeath Week - August 8-14 Papby Day (Japanese Fandom) - August 9 Papyrus Month - August 1 - 31 Soriel Week - August 14 - August 27

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[veah3]

Papysans Day today in China.

#undertale #papyrus #sans #papysans #fontcest #papyrus x sans