#kid!sans

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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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. 

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!

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. 

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.