#sf pap

[onesinnerzerostandards]

runner up sketch for @kurohanabi42 :) here’s some mapleblossom as requested uwu. hope i got it right!  guess paps proved everyone wrong, a smol CAN carry a toll!

[nighttimepixels]

JEALOUS, MY DEAR?

-don’t mind him, darlin’, he secretly got enough to share -

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I WILL NOT EAT THREE BURGERS MYSELF-

Listen, I love @popatochisssp‘s SF skelebros (if you’re not reading Dirty Laundry, you are missing the heck out), sooo when I happened to extremely casually ask her what she envisioned them wearing on an average day, well, I just had to make that happen.

They’re most definitely video-chatting Their Human, who probably got stuck at her apartment waiting for the maintenance guy to show up or something. Clearly time for a snack-based rescue mission from two Very Serious, Scary Skeletons~ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[mystery-fic-anon]

🍫🔲💭 for swapfell papy, if you could please

I absolutely can and will, thanks for the ask!!!

🍫: In which ways do they deal with being lovesick?If he’s unable to drive himself to distraction with stupid movies, then he turns to more… unhealthy coping mechanisms. Suffice to say the bartenders in the area have all been told by Sans when he needs to be cut off. If it’s lovesick specifically, he’s going to be shit at talking about it, he’s definitely the type to suffer/pine in silence when it comes to anything more than a sexual relationship.

🔲 - In general - How long does it take for them to have sex with someone they find appealing if that someone shows interest into them as well?A week at the most. If you’re down and he’s down, then you’d best believe he’s gonna be trying to get some alone time as soon as possible. There’s no point in being anything but direct to him.

💭 - Which sexual desire are they too embarrassed about to tell anyone? And in which situation would it be obvious enough to show?Everyone knows he’s a masochist and he likes that, but he will NEVER admit to having a thing for praise/soft stuff. It probably shows when his SO calls him a pet name or tells him he’s doing good and he just… squeaks and gets all flustered. He may still try to deny it, but show him even a little sweetness and he will melt like a goddamn ice-cream cone.

[nikkistrations]

Merry Christmas, @howdysinners !

I was your secret santa for @undertalesecretsanta , and here is your gift!

[nighttimelights-prompted]

Could you write a scenario about SF Papyrus smothering his sad S/O in affection.

(i’ve been gone for far longer than i ever wanted or could be happy about, but i hope this little prompt for my return is comforting in some way. <3 i’ve missed you all so very much - and if you’re feeling down, then i hope that you’re able to take the time you need & deserve to work your way through it and find your way forward. take care, loves. <3)

He found you on the roof.

It was your favorite hideaway - you always felt it seemed too dramatic, even for only being the second story. But with easy enough access from your bedroom window, and the privacy afforded by it being on the rear half of the house, sometimes you couldn’t resist. Sometimes the world just felt like it was smothering you, and the open night sky that stretched above you when you laid on your back up there eased a little of the twisting tension in your chest.

“huh. guess the weatherman was wrong after all.”

You jolted up slightly at Russ’ voice rumbling behind you. With twist of your body and a messy shake of your hair, you were looking up into the soft yet too-sharp eyelights of your boyfriend - bonefriend, bonebae, any number of names fit the bill, really - with an attempt of a playful glare falling woefully short. You let your expression fall into one of waiting curiousity, knowing that the punchline was-

“might have a bone t’ pick with him. said that it’d be clear, but it’s looking a little cloudy right here over my sweetheart.”

A half-laugh turned flustered intake of air brought a ghost of a smile to your face at last. His grin pulled pleased as he dropped to sit behind you, his hands untucking from his pockets to pull your back to his chest, and you fell into his embrace with quiet relief, even if his arrival and sweet jokes had not been able to wash you free of whatever this was hanging heavy in you.

… Even with his presence, quiet and sturdy behind you, the tension was growing again in your chest. It was brewing hot and prickly and rising more and more. Trying to choke it back down with a clenched jaw, your eyes screwed shut, the distant stars far away too clouded by a burning wetness that gathered in your eyes.

Russ’ arms tightened around you. His chin rested on top of your head, and you felt a gentle rumbling through his chest as he pulled you closer against him. He was humming a soft, low tune, a lullaby that you had heard him humming before, almost too sad to be calming but more lovely for it. In his voice it sounded like the ancient song of a sailor looking to the too-distant sea, a promise of tales older than memory finding it’s winding way to you, down to your soul.

The tears rolled down your face now. Your hands clutched at his arms as you shook, crying quietly.

“deep under the mountain cold,the rivers wind with tales of oldthe distant fire sweepscalling souls to coreto find their heart’s stronghold…”

His hands slipped along your arms, and with little effort he lifted you until you sat fully in his lap, your head finding its place easily in the crook of his neck as your arms circled around him under his jacket. His head nestled close to yours in turn, and you found your lungs once more as you inhaled his soft scent of clove cigarettes and whiskey and pine and maple syrup. One of his hands slipped through your hair, a soothing presence that massaged steady silent promises against your aching head. His other arm circled you, holding you closer yet, grounding you in your tears and wild sea of broken-through emotions as he continued singing to you.

“the ground shakes yet far above,ancient water tortured fond of.we wait deep belowfallen but yet ‘live,greater called in sought of love.”

Your breathing slowed as he hummed onwards, the ache in your chest soothed at the gravel-soft slip of his voice. Shaky, too soft for anyone not as close as he was to hear, you began to hum along with him.

His hand stilled in your hair, but his voice didn’t waver.

His mouth pressed against your forehead as he tilted his face to press against you, the strength of his voice buzzing soft against your skin, and you felt as if his magic was wrapping around you just in the way his voice rumbled through his chest and against you pressed against him. Something in the haunting and bittersweet tune of the song, hummed with him, was relieving… a lot of it. It hurt, stars did it hurt, but…

“… you’ve always been a fighter,” his voice came then, his humming soft, but his teeth still pressed to your forehead. You stopped humming too, pressing just a bit closer to him. A pleased sound rumbled in him for a moment, almost too quiet to hear. “… not in… the usual way. in the quiet way. you always… persevere. sweet, and ready, and bearing too much, as always,” he murmured. His hand lifting to your chin gently lifted your gaze to his.

It was intense, and admiring… and deep within it, you almost caught… anger. Not at you - you knew him too well to think that.

“It’s not… it’s fine,” you said quietly, wincing internally at the cliche line even as his expression shifted. “That is… it will be fine, I mean…”

“it will. but that doesn’t mean it can’t feel like too much in the meantime, darlin’.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tears catch at your eyes again.

Russ’ thumb brushed away the tears at one eye, letting his words settle in you, an all-too-knowing look to the shine of his eyelights.

You hugged him harder and closed the last of the distance between you, pressing your lips to his mouth despite your fresh tears.

“Thank you,” you murmured, not willing to break the kiss to say it. You angled slightly, pulling him closer.

His hand swept along your jaw gently, returning your kiss tenfold and anchoring you in the thrum of his protective magic ghosting over his bones and echoing deep within his chest, his soul calling to yours in comfort and love.

[nighttimepixels]

doing a lot of Cinnamon sketches as warmups for an animation commission I’m working on, so... Here’s a quick Russ & Cinn sketch that snowballed ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

[nighttimepixels]

i stan a skelebro friendship that precisely no one else is into. shhhh don’t mind me  you’re the ones that said you’d be interested in more comic style shenanigans

guess i’ll make the content myself ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

(largely taken from a quality bit between Rosa and Amy in B99.)

[nighttimepixels]

a finished birthday commission for the eternally lovely @iliterallyhavenolife, who requested a little dance with a twirl with Russ! <3