#kid!sans

[sanityau]

My Birthday is next Wednesday 👍👍

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Swapfell Dawn AU

No one is allowed to translate Swapfell Dawn. No one is allowed to reupload it.

Swapfell Dawn is my AU and Headcanon for the Swapfell Brothers.

Read from right to left pls!

Prepare your tissues, this will hurt!

Chapter 3 - Poster Child (Pup’s view)

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Good news, cookies. A very good friend of me actually managed to convince that bitch to take down the content.

Or rather, 7 of the 8 “admins” of that cursed group made that 1 bitch delete it.

She’s 17, has no idea about life and is a toxic bitch.   The support told me this:

Our website is for adults. But we hide adult content from our secure search so that children do not get across it accidentally

Sure. Of course. Created by a minor.

So... If this happens again, I can as well as delete everything. It’s so fucking annoying. They srsly don’t care about artists as persons... but at least the rest did care.

I am not bothering with that forsaken website too much anymore, but I won’t accept that they take away an AU that is not done. They fuck up everything, since they “only” translate (steal and uploading) my pages, but nothing else. So nothing makes sense to them, which is VERY POOR.

They won’t ever unstand the entire comic because of being fucking kids, bitches and whatever.

So... enjoy the page.....

I thanked the girl who helped me and  I sincerely hope they wont ever do this again.

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[cosmicpuddles]

please draw children fontcest children if you don't mind i love children

Here is a smoll  laughing fontcest child UwU,she is a smoll bean and just like her parents her font is widely hated.

And an extra tiny sans and papyrus. Because It just so happened I was drawing this a couple days ago and I decided to finish it alongside tiny curlz over there so whoooo *throws confetti*

Smoll skeleton children make me happy. 

My gosh it’s nice getting requests to draw things haha XD

[cosmicpuddles]

Just some doodle irl and on the phone haha. It’s pretty hard to draw when you can’t see where you’re drawing but I managed haha. it was pretty fun haha.

[cosmicpuddles]

So like honestly. I believe that sans is the oldest but like. my mind was all like “But older paps and younger sans would be the cutest.” SO BAM!

Now we have doodles XD! Needless to say I’mma be drawing this idea alot haha. Here take my messy sketches

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Section 14

Starter for @trashpanda-rp 

    From small, stubby fingers, a book fell and landed onto the floor with a crash, splitting open to reveal neatly written rows of script and symbols. Its’ old leather covers, stained like the red wine Gaster would sometimes sip, tore at the seams and threatened to leave its’ pages unprotected. Sans looked down at the sight and winced.

    He’d probably get in trouble for that. 

    Scratch that—he’d get in trouble for touching the book in general. But in all fairness, why put up a sign telling people to “keep out” without any locks or guards to enforce it? That was essentially just challenging someone to defy it, to cross the lines and see what mystery laid beyond section 13 of New Homes largest library. 

    It hadn’t been very interesting at first, if Sans was honest. Sneaking into the area proved simple; being a shorter-than-average child had its perks. A mild distraction for the librarian, then some quick scuffling, and Sans had been scot free. The shelves, tall things of thick wood, covered well over the tip of his skull and provided all the protection he could need. 

    All the books were boring. Hardly worth keeping away from public eye. Many went over detailed accounts of the Human War, but not the good bits, exciting tales of small victories and clever commanders. Instead it just re-iterated percentages and battle plans in the dullest, blandest way possible. San flipped through the pages with a half-lidded stare and huffed at it all. 

    So much for great mysteries. All this “secret section” seemed to have was dusty old books that no one would want to read, anyway. 

    He’d been about to turn away and leave when a glimmer of gold painted letters caught his eye. The book had been higher than his short stature allowed, and taken some careful climbing and stretching to retrieve it, but in the end, Sans succeeded. 

    Dropped the book almost immediately, but still; succeeded. 

    One of the adults in the room over began to question such a loud noise, so action had to be taken fast. Stealing hadn’t been in his plans—and he wasn’t stealing, Sans told himself, merely borrowing—but regardless of what it was called, there wasn’t any other choice. His time had run out, and if he didn’t leave with the book now, he’d never know what potential secrets it held.

    So he grabbed it, stuffed the book with its’ loose leather binding into his backpack, and escaped through a small window so narrow it barely fit him. Not a moment too soon, if the muffled voices he heard from inside were any indicator.  

   Reading the book in public was a bit riskier than he felt, so Sans waited until he made it back home, walking with an agonizingly casual pace. The two-story house greeted him with empty rooms as usual. Which was fine, really. No doubt Gaster was busy at work again doing sciencey things. Like working on the core, or breaking the barrier down. Important stuff. 

   Though, Sans couldn’t help think, if he were older and a scientist, he’d probably have those things figured out much faster. And other stuff, too. Like time traveling, or teleporting, or lasers. 

   Maybe some day.  

   In the meantime, he grabbed a snack from the kitchen counter and climbed up the stairs into his bedroom. Sans all but flopped into his unkept bed, and took a large bite out of a somewhat-crispt crabapple before unzipping the backpack and taking out his prize. 

   The binding seemed good as new; strange. Sans slowed his chewing and set the crabapple aside. He opened and closed the book repeatedly as if it would somehow change, but the damage that had been done back at the library appeared to have been completely reversed by its’ own doing. Or perhaps he had simply imagined the extent of it under pressure of being caught. 

    That didn’t seem likely, but it was what he decided to settle on for the moment. After another quick inspection, Sans noticed that whatever title the book held was written in a language he’d never seen before. Didn’t even look like letters, really. His hopes for discovery sank once more. 

   What good was a book if he couldn’t read it? 

   He flipped it open anyway. Maybe there would be translations somewhere, or at least pictures, if nothing else. Bony fingers idly turned the pages, each one decorated in detailed calligraphy along the sides, but one in particular grabbed at him. The same gold paint that had been on the cover reflected under his lamp, only this time it wrote out an entire paragraph of strange foreign words. 

   There was something unexplainably memorizing about them. It caused Sans to truly look at the language this time, and though it still remained the equivalent of gibberish to him, he was faced with an overwhelming urge to try pronouncing the golden sentences. 

   So he did. Each word felt heavy and clumsy in his mouth, but Sans found the more he spoke, the easier it got. In fact, he’d almost forgotten that he didn’t know what he was reading by the time he reached the end. 

   The last thing he remembered was the sound of his abandoned crabapple falling off the bed before everything went black.

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Headcanon Time.

Sans took a very large part in raising Papyrus, and while it wasn’t as though the two were completely left to their own devices, a lot of little care-taking responsibilities fell onto Sans young shoulders—one such thing being getting his brother to sleep each night. 

A very common lullaby used in the Underground community, and the one Sans used to sing to baby bones Paps, was this song right here. 

It was a song that carried over from monsters time Aboveground, and was meant to instill hope for their eventual return.