Introduction - OOC
DMs are 18+
This roleplay blog is run by the same person and connected to the @fellenangel665 blog.
About this blog:
Sideblog of @gravelyweeping
OCs and crossover characters welcome!!
I accept asks and DMs. DMs are open for roleplay or planning of how our characters will interact publicly, but if you're part of the group we should just talk about it on the server.
NSFW asks will be deleted.
This blog will contain profanity, as the character curses a lot, as well as references to violence and death.
This blog will contain a lot of references to things that happened in the streams.
Character Information
The version of Underfell Papyrus present here is one I may potential play briefly for storylines for the Dust Bunny & Co Gaming channel. Yes, I am the official Fell of Dust Bunny & Co Gaming.
This version of Fell Paps uses he/him pronouns and his sexuality is unlabeled.
He's captain of the royal guard. Sans believes there's bad blood between him and Undyne because he took Undyne's job.
He's married to Underfell Mettaton.
He cares deeply for his brother, even if he doesn't show it.
I acknowledge this isn't his canon laugh, but this version will do a NYEH HEH HEH (but edgier). I just really like when Papyri have his goofy laugh. It makes me so happy when Swap variants do a little nyeh.
Edge blurb ft. Fell:
Edge burst into the Fell's room and found... a clean floor, at least one without socks all over. It confused him, completely befuddled him. His brother was Sans, after all, he didn't clean his room. Why would he suddenly start now?
"SANS," he started, "DID YOU FINALLY PUT AWAY YOUR SOCKS?"
Fell grinned, "oh hey, boss, i don' have socks anymore. i used 'em all to get mustard."
"SANS... I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE SURPRISED," Edge said, clenching the area where his nose bridge would be, "BUT WHY DID YOU TRADE AWAY ALL YOUR SOCKS FOR MUSTARD? WHO EVEN ACCEPTED YOUR SOCKS IN EXCHANGE FOR MUSTARD?"
Edge was so used to his brother disappointing him, that he wasn't even sure if he should be disappointed anymore. Of course Fell traded away his socks, anything to not have to pick them up anymore...
"oh, I've been gettin' it from vendin' machines at dust's game nights."
"SANS! WHAT KIND OF A VEN- EURGH! YOU KNOW WHAT, I DON'T EVEN WANT TO KNOW!"
With that, Edge was gone just as quickly as he arrived, storming out of Fell's room, exasperated. He wasn't sure if Fell was pulling his leg or genuinely found vending machines that accepted socks in exchange for mustard, but he wasn't even sure if he should care anymore. Half of the things that came out of his brothers mouth were nonsense, anyway.









