#HSF!Sans

[popatochisssp]

I've been reading uh- everything the backstory posts on your blog so I've been wondering... Green magic was the first kind of magic Mal ever learned, so if Gaster hadn't messed with him, would his eyelights and stuff be green?

And Pitch is green too, is there a reason for that? Would Mal potentially turn green after some hopefully long and peaceful times on the surface?

Yep, pretty much!

A skeleton’s eye-light color is generally what they have the most familiarity with or aptitude for, whatever magic comes the most naturally to them when they reach for it. It works a little bit like muscle memory!

So if Mal (Swapfell Sans) hadn’t been pushed to train in a more offensively utilizable specialty, making purple magic his most familiar go-to, his eye-lights and any summoned magic would absolutely be green!

However, since he’s near-militant about his training routine and keeping his command of purple magic in top-form, purple remains the color that he automatically tends toward.

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans), on the other hand, has relaxed quite a bit and let the strictness of that training regimen slip. His workouts these days tend to focus more on general physical fitness and less on ‘I need to be in top form to retaliate if I’m attacked,’ so while his skill with purple magic hasn’t gone anywhere, it’s not the first thing there when he reaches for it—green has floated back up to the top!

Mal could probably go green again someday too, but not for a long while, when he’s properly old and has given up all pretense of still being in the best shape of his life, as vicious and ruthless a fighter as he ever was, he trains every day, his skill and his magic are sharp as razors, you’re not suggesting otherwise, are you?! 😤

[painterlysai]

Request from discord

I heard Deity!Pitch has 8 pack abs, i heard he's Shredded

@popatochisssp does the rumor true? 🎤🎤

[popatochisssp]

There he is, that's the bastard 😩

He knows he looks good in that shirt, he went into the clothing store asking, "EXCUSE ME, DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING LUXURIOUSLY SILKY IN THE COLOR OF WINE THAT I CAN UNBUTTON TO JUST ABOVE NAVEL-LEVEL? I WANT THIS BECAUSE OF REASONS" and they said "Yes sir, we have that, here you are!"

No one ever stops him, he can't be stopped...

@popatochisssp’s Pitch! My bitch!

[snap221sn]

Emigration : Plus de 300 passeurs sénégalais emprisonnés au Maroc (HSF)

Emigration irrégulière : Plus de 300 Passeurs Sénégalais emprisonnés au Maroc, HSF demande la grâce royale pour les condamnés !!! Depuis près de deux ans, l’organisation internationale de défense, d’orientation et d’intégration de migrants Horizon Sans Frontières est régulièrement saisie par des compatriotes résidant au Sénégal ou dans la diaspora au sujet de membres de […]

[calcium-supplement]

Some drawings of Pitch, @popatochisssp 's Horrorswapfell Sans!!

Hes,,,, extremely good yall pls go dig thru her horrorswapfell tag

https://popatochisssp.tumblr.com/post/630836607566643200/potential-tw-for-those-who-need-it-disability

And on that note,,,,,,, i have additional...... drawings with him on my twitter............ oh boysee. Again, read some of her posts for context and details

[maiuoart]

Meet the Horror Swapfell Fallen General; Convict.

AKA; Vic.

He is extremely deadly and will not ask questions. If you find his Brother before him; He will Kill you where you stand and dispose of your body in the means to keep his brothers Poisonous Soul safe and keep the horrible plague from spreading. It took lots of trial and errors, watching poor Humans suffer just by touch alone; Decides killing them as soon as they lay eyes on his brother is more than a Mercy. Sometimes he’s able to scare or turn them away from their hiding place if its their lucky day; But he turns into an actual killing machine in a fury of panic if his brother is able to sneak away from their hiding place. Learned to never travel far or make Jackal travel with him.

For months, up to a few good years, this boy runs himself more rugged than he used to down in the Undergrounds. Keeping his brother safe and secure, making sure Humans travel away from their safe spots, or scouting for better hideaways after being discovered; This boy continues with the thought he can Cure his brother. Just wants his only family back...

Wearing his brothers Clothing; It helps him continue and battle on for what he’s aiming for. He has also grown up to 6ft4, so the clothing might be a bit loose, but still keeps him in a good mental state to push on. It brings him comfort, memories of the past that help, and he has his brothers old Collar of Protection in the jacket as a means of ‘Good Luck’ when he’s collecting information. 

The happy thing is; They both end up finding a Mage, who is able to help with a Sister of hers. They aren’t able to fully Cure Jackal, but they are able to make him non-poisonous and able to give Vic a new arm replacement in the far future. 

After continuous attempts to try and find a cure in the Underground; Vic is just too tired and too desperate once he remotely hears that the Mage’s aren’t as affected by the plague as humans are, so he just-... Practically gets to the point where; ‘If This Isn’t Going To Work-... I’ll End Everything Myself.’ Route.

After everything is said and done; This boy royally chills out and unlike his past self, becomes so goddamn relaxed. He’ll be able to, he’ll be grateful to the Mage’s, and help around where he can due to trying to repay them. He’ll never be able to in his mind, but he becomes basically a Good Willed Veteran. He’s got a good nature, chill attitude, but doesn’t mean he’s one to be fucked with. Can still have his old self peek out if someone doesn’t watch themselves, but he’s also not fully good in his mind. 

He does suffer from PTSD, from noises; He absolutely hates any and all musical instruments, but he’s fine with voices. Vic will be seen with audio books to keep his own voices in his mind at bay at night or on really bad days, but he still has his days where he might revert back to forgetting his Brother is safe; that He is safe... If he doesn’t use his left arm and has a dead look in his eye lights; Very bad sign he is back in his past and it would be best to leave this high LVLed Monster alone... 

[skelly-survival-guide]

I'm wondering how the skeletons and other monsters are surviving the current global crisis. Would the establishments of all the Grillbys and the Muffets be open to humans that are with skeletons? I wish I could shortcut too.

So this would be if I put the boys in what would be a mirror of our world. The monsters wouldn’t have to worry about getting sick or even passing the disease around since they don’t have the type of physical bodies that viruses or bacteria would be able to infect or cling too. However that doesn’t mean monsters aren’t greatly concerned.

Since monsters cannot get or give the virus to anyone they become an absolute essential in keeping everything from falling apart in the worldwide quarantine. Monster doctors and nurses, once pushed off to the wayside, are quickly stepping up to deal with infectious patients. As well as making sure necessary public services are still going.

Now if we want a reaction from the bros, especially if they have a close human friend or mate, I’ll try to keep it brief but informative. Simply cause i normally only do answers for 4 boys at a time.

Undertale Bros

Worried but calm. They do their best to keep their friends company during the isolation and if they have mates they make sure they have time out in the yard and have plenty of physical contact to help ease the stress. Papyrus is more prone to coming up with ideas to entertain, mostly with puzzles, while Sans is more then happy to drag someone down for a nap. Sans may call Grillby and ask if he can sneak his human in.

Underfell Bros

Anxious but trying to act tough. They think by acting strong it will calm their friends or mate down but in reality it just kinda makes them look like bullheaded dorks. Papyrus probably doesn’t help with the stress as he is adamant you stay in the house at all times and if he catches you outside will lift you up like a sack of potatoes and drag you back into the house. Sans is still likely to be your nap buddy but now you don’t get much of a choice. He will drag you to the couch muttering and growling the whole way. Sans is to paranoid to take you out right now. He will pick you up a to go bag though.

Underswap Bros

Nervous and clingy. The last thing they want to do is let their humans out of their sight but they understand full well the feeling of being trapped. Sans would be the type to set up a backyard camping trip so you can star gaze together but will bring all the soap and stuff outside with him so you can keep washing your hands. Papyrus is the type who would seem like a chill buddy to hangout with but he’s actually keeping a very close eye on your condition. He will definitely sneak you home some spider donuts just to watch your face light up.

Swapfell Bros

Paranoid and grouchy. Both of them are suddenly grinding their nasal ridges into human healthcare books. Don’t let their normally smooth behavior fool you, these boys are very possessive and whether you are friend or mate it makes no difference. They will not allow anything to happen to you. Sans, surprisingly, demands that you rest and relax as much as possible, as excess stress will leave someone open for disease. Papyrus on the other hand knows that sitting around doing nothing can be stressful in itself and will sneak his human to the yard to kill some time... Maybe make flower crowns. He won’t take you out though. Not a chance in hell. But you will be given sweets as apology.

Horrortale Bros

Very very very worried and very bad at hiding it. The famine made them very twitchy about big crisis's and this time its a global one. Papyrus already had a vegetable garden but when the signs of crisis started in the spring he was quick to expand his garden, growing more and stocking up on more pickling jars to preserve it. Sans didn’t even hesitate with helping his brother, dragging their quarantined human into the farming. He knows what it’s like to feel useless in times of trouble. Sans may also take up hunting deer and the like so you may not get Grillby’s but there will be plenty of meat in the freezer.

Horrorswapfell Bros

Trying not to panic. They are so worried that they start preparing for the worst and any human friends or loved ones are quickly snatched up and hoarded into their home where they can keep a socket on them and they will be safe. There will be a tone of food stocking, preserving, and hunting. Sans will be so paranoid he may drag you into a bath and scrub you down everyday, whether your just a friend or not. He knows it’s those human germs causing this and he will be damned if you have any on you. Oh did you just sneeze? Get in the shower. Papyrus will be doing the most active hunting so expect him to come home covered in blood. And a massive shocker! He will actually get in the shower to clean up. Just be prepared for his giant whiny ass to slump on top of you when he’s done cause he hated it and you’re lucky he likes you so much. There won’t be any outside sweets coming your way unless you give Sans the puppy eyes until he makes you some.

[awkward-ark]

Meet Viper! Mongrel’s older brother! Once I have the ask box emptied on skele survival guide then I will be open for asks on both my HorrorSwapfell Boys!

Once I have the time and state of mine to put pen to paper I’ll write up a quick overview on their backstory!

[jmbringitonworld]

No-Bunny Compares To You

AO3 link for those who prefer to read fics there

After "Stay" (both versions), I wasn't quite done expressing how much I adore my Horrorswapfell Papyrus, Rabbit, so here's one more attempt to show what a good boy he is. And this time, with help from my first Undertale love, classic Papyrus!

I confess, I'm not completely satisfied with this, but I don't want to stress myself out over what's meant to be a fun hobby, so I'm tossing this out there to be done with it and stop agonising over every little detail. Cute fluff should never stress anyone out!

@a-snowpoff I blame you for the puns. The terrible, terrible puns. Because they came from your ideas. You know the ones.

Pairing: Classic Papyrus x Reader x Horrorswapfell Papyrus (aka Rabbit)

Reader is left as ambiguous as possible

Words: 3,144

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As you push open the front door to the home you share with your two boyfriends, box of baked goods tucked safely under your arm, you’re immediately assailed by the smell of burnt pasta and a very loud and very annoyed voice, yelling in the distance. With a resigned sigh, you make your way to the kitchen, already anticipating the scene you know awaits you.

As expected, when you reach the source of the foul odour and angry yelling, you’re greeted by the, sadly familiar, sight of Papyrus using a fire extinguisher on a large, metal cooking pot on the stove, containing what you can only assume once used to be food of some kind, but is now burnt to a crisp and is steadily emitting thick, black smoke.

Papyrus himself is covered in soot from skull to phalanx, although bizarrely, the ‘kiss the cook’ apron you’d gotten him for his birthday is miraculously spotless. As the skeleton monster is putting out whatever fire he’d evidently started, his loud voice echoes throughout the room in an irritated, chastising tirade.

“-NO SELF-CONTROL! NO RESTRAINT! NO PATIENCE!” He then tosses his skull back to yell over his shoulder, “BUT I WON’T GIVE UP!! I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL TEACH YOU PROPER CHEF-ING MANNERS!! FOR YOUR (AND MY SPAGHETTI’S) OWN GOOD!! NYEH HEH HEH!!”

You cast your eyes to the object of your boyfriend’s scolding to see your other lover, another version of Papyrus from an alternate universe, whom you’d nicknamed ‘Rabbit’, both for his affectionate, yet gluttonous nature, and for how fluffy his outfit is. Others might question how suitable a nickname it is for such a large and dangerous monster, but you think it’s at least better than the moniker ‘Rabid Beast’ that the other monsters of Rabbit’s original universe had given him.  

The other skeleton monster is sitting at a counter a safe distance away from the disaster, completely slumped forward over the smooth surface of the countertop, skull resting on his crossed arms. His face is set in an almighty pout, purple eyelights glaring at nothing, as he sulks like a child who’s been told off for bad behaviour.

Already able to guess what had transpired while you were gone, you can’t help the exasperated sigh you exhale, even as your lips tug up into a fond smile.

Immediately, two eerily similar skulls shoot up in your direction. Rabbit is the first to react, as his entire being brightens at your presence, his face lighting up with excitement. In the blink of an eye, he’s in front of you, sweeping you off your feet and into the air in a powerful hug, purrs beginning to rumble in his rib cage.

You barely have time to process what's happened, before another pair of arms is thrown around the two of you, and Papyrus lifts both you and Rabbit into the air as well, with an exclamation of delight.

The laugh that escapes you is unrestrained and full of joy, even as you find it difficult to breath from within the confines of two strong pairs of arms. It feels good to receive such a warm and enthusiastic welcome from the two people you love most.

“Hi boys, I missed you.” You squirm in their hold as you try to give them both a kiss.

Rabbit’s purrs intensify and he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, squeezing you tighter.

Papyrus lets out a jubilant laugh, accepting your kiss with a wide smile and returning it just as eagerly, before placing you and Rabbit back on the ground, although his arms remain around you.

“WELCOME HOME, BELOVED! WE MISSED YOU TOO!” Then his face falls a little, eye sockets narrowing in frustration and shoulders slumping. “I APPOLOGISE FOR THE SHAMEFUL MESS YOU WITNESSED IN THE KITCHEN. BEING THE THOUGHTFUL AND GENEROUS SKELETON I AM, I WAS TRYING TO TEACH MY LESS COOL SELF HOW TO COOK MY SPECIAL SPAGHETTI SURPRISE.” Crossing his arms, he turns an admonishing glare on Rabbit, who’s too engrossed in your presence to notice. “BUT HE KEPT DEVOURING THE INGREDIENTS WHILE I WASN’T LOOKING! AND WHILE I WAS EXPLAINING TO HIM THE ERROR OF HIS WAYS, THE PASTA CAUGHT FIRE!”

Papyrus stamps his foot angrily, which finally manages to tear Rabbit’s attention away from you. The latter monster quirks an unimpressed browbone at his alternate self and sticks his tongue out at him defiantly. Papyrus lets out an offended “NYEH!”, bristling like an angry cat. You can see him gearing up for another lecture, so you rush to intervene.

With decisive steps, you finally move out of Rabbit’s embrace, ignoring his small whine of protest, and place yourself in between your two boyfriends.

“Boys, boys, you’re both pretty, don’t fight.” You offer them both a bright smile and reach into your pocket for a tissue, which you use to wipe away the last of the soot still lingering on Papyrus’s skull.

Both skeletons are instantly mollified. Rabbit lets out a huff and looks away, his hands drifting to your hips and tugging you closer to him. Papyrus leans down to allow you better access to his skull, all while gracing you with a truly dazzling smile.

“NYEH HEH HEH HEH! WELL NATURALLY, MY LOOKS ARE AS IMPRESSIVE AS THE REST OF ME! AND YOU’RE RIGHT, I SHOULDN’T LET MY MORE... UNFORTUNATE SELF GET UNDER MY SKIN.”

You bite your lip to stifle your laugh at that last comment. Your heart swells with affection for your boys. You’re truly blessed to have them both in your life like this; you don’t know what you’d do without them. Although, there are times where you can’t help but wonder what they would do without you. A quick glance to the pot still continuously emanating dark fumes gives you your answer. Right, you think with a wry smile, burn down our kitchen, that’s what.

Meanwhile, Rabbit has taken notice of the box you’re still carrying and starts sniffing at it, bright violet eyelights glittering with interest. Unable to suppress your smile, you raise the box in front of your boyfriends, noting with relief that it has come out relatively unscathed from the manhandling you’d been subjected to.

“Hey guys, look what I got you!”

Two sets of eye sockets zero in on the item you’re presenting, indicating that you have their full attention. Feeling anticipation bubble in your gut, you open the lid with an excited “ta-da!”.

Inside the box are three golden loaves of bread, each shaped like a puppy, with short, stubby legs, round, twisted bun ears, and a spiral cinnamon tail.

You hold your breath, as the two skeleton monsters take in the sight of your adorable bread puppies, keen interest shining in their faces and awed sounds escaping their throats (along with a gushing "WOWIE!" from Papyrus). Rabbit looks particularly enthralled, his eye sockets wide, eyelights dilated and twinkling like the most brilliant of diamonds. You even spy drool beginning to leak out of the corner of his mouth.

When you’re satisfied that your boys have gotten a good look at your dough dogs, you clear your throat to capture their attention once more. Once you’re sure they’re focused on you, you give them your widest smile.

“These little cuties are called Fi-dough!”

Instantly the mood shifts dramatically. Rabbit’s face lights up, and the look he gives you is so full of awe and adoration, you can feel your cheeks flush and your heart flutter in your chest. Papyrus, on the contrary, rears back, an appalled expression on his skull.

“NOOOO!! BELOVED!! HOW COULD YOU MAKE SUCH A TERRIBLE PUN?!?!?”

Papyrus sounds so disgusted, so betrayed, that you almost feel bad, if his reaction wasn’t so comically excessive. As it is, you can barely restrain yourself from bursting into laughter. Rabbit, however, doesn’t bother to hold back his own snickers. The sound spurs you on to tease Papyrus some more.

“Aw, c’mon Pap, don’t you like them? They’re all pure-bread puppies!”

Papyrus looks, if possible, even more aghast.

“HORRIBLE!! ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE!! I FEEL NOTHING BUT PURE DREAD AT THE HEADACHE YOU’RE GIVING ME!!”

You can’t help the little chuckle that escapes you. The playful smile that’s plastered across your face widens, as mischief sparks in your soul.

“What, you’re not a fan of pup pastry?”

By this point, Rabbit is doubled over with laughter, holding his middle as his entire form shakes. Your heart warms at how loud the sound is, much louder than you're used to hearing from him. He’s still nowhere near as loud as Papyrus, though.

"I’M NOT A FAN OF YOUR DEPLORABLE SENSE OF HUMOUR!”

“But you’re smiling,” you point out, with no small amount of smug satisfaction.

And indeed, Papyrus is smiling, despite the put-upon air he’s affecting.

"I AM AND I HATE IT,” he lies, very unconvincingly. Your own smile softens at this.

“No you don’t. Admit it, you love my jokes.” You lean in close to him and bump his hip lightly with yours.

Papyrus crosses his arms and makes a show of turning his nasal bone up at you, all while his broad grin betrays his true feelings.

“I WILL ADMIT TO NOTHING! I DON’T FIND YOUR JOKES TO BE THE YEAST BIT HUMERUS!!”

That manages to wrench a surprised giggle out of you. Papyrus’s puns always manage to catch you off guard, and you can only stare up at your boyfriend in admiration.

“Pap you’re so cool!”

Papyrus puffs up with pride, as a light blush decorates his cheekbones.

“NYEH HEH HEH! OF COURSE I AM! YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON THE GREAT PAPYRUS TO RISE TO THE OCCASION!!”

As you dissolve into helpless laughter alongside Rabbit, you find yourself agreeing with Papyrus. He never fails to impress you. Despite his boisterous complaining about the pun-inspired food you frequently bring home, you know deep down that it was all for show. Papyrus loves puns just as much as his older brother and Rabbit do. He just refuses to admit it when confronted with that fact; it’s the one thing he still can’t bring himself to be honest about. You suspect it has something to do with his brother frequently practising his stand-up routine on him.

Regardless, never was his appreciation for mixing clever wordplay into cooking more apparent, than the time he’d painstakingly recreated a scene from a Spaghetti Western you’d all watched, entirely out of actual spaghetti. While the taste might have left much to be desired, no one could deny that it was truly a work of art. Even Rabbit had hesitated to eat it. Papyrus had been so proud of his literal Spaghetti Western dish. He’d ridden the high from your exuberant praise for weeks.

A tug at the box of bread pups you carry brings you out of your musings. Rabbit gazes down at you, a plea for the delicious baked goods you hold written all across his face. However, before you can give in to the skeleton monster’s unspoken request, Papyrus intervenes to voice his objections.

“NO! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU CAN’T EAT NOW! IT’S ALMOST DINNER TIME! YOU’LL RUIN YOUR APPETITE!”

The disbelieving snort Rabbit gives him, coupled with his dismissive eye roll, make it abundantly clear what he thinks of his alternate self’s words. Your own thoughts aren’t much different in that regard. You know all too well that Rabbit’s appetite is insatiable; his stomach (or what passes for one in a skeleton monster) is bottomless, and may as well be a black hole for all the food he can consume.

Nevertheless, you’re unwilling to argue with Papyrus on this matter, knowing how strongly he feels about your family mealtime, so you shoot Rabbit an apologetic glance.

Realising that the odds aren’t in his favour, Rabbit resorts to using his special attack – his pleading stance, which he directs straight at you.

His eye sockets go round and wide, as do his eyelights, which start wobbling, their bright glow illuminating his sad, prominent pout, further accented by his golden fang. His posture, normally slouched, straightens slightly, taking on a pathetic, beseeching air as his shoulders hunch inwards. He brings his hands up in front of him, and they come together, fingers interlaced, in a begging gesture.

His puppy dog look brings to mind his namesake – an adorable, innocent bunny rabbit.

A complete lie, your brain reminds you, there is NOTHING innocent about this guy.

But it’s too late, you feel your resolve crumble in the face of your boyfriend’s imploring facade. The manipulative monster knows exactly how to tug at your heartstrings to get his way. And so, you can only turn your own entreating look on Papyrus.

“C’mon, Paps... Just one won’t hurt! You know how much food Rabbit can eat and not feel full.” When Papyrus still appears unconvinced by your words, you change tack. “Besides, if it’s your cooking, he’ll gobble it all up, no matter how much he’s eaten beforehand. Rabbit loves your cooking!” Not technically a lie – Rabbit loves ALL food, period. He would devour any meal put in front of him with the same boundless enthusiasm, regardless of quality. Or edibility. Rabbit remains quiet, staring at the both of you with a hopeful expression. Papyrus looks to be on the verge of giving in, so you launch one final, well-placed attack. “And I’ll help you in the kitchen! If the both of us work together, then I know there’s no way anyone could resist our culinary combo!”

That does it.

Papyrus fairly explodes with excitement, his whole countenance lighting up and his bones beginning to rattle faintly, as he beams at you.

“YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY, DAPSOLUTELY RIGHT!! WE ARE THE ULTIMATE DREAM TEAM IN OUR CUISINE!! NO MERE PASTRY POOCH CAN MEASURE UP TO OUR COMBINED CULINARY TALENTS!!” He points a finger at Rabbit, almost shoving the digit in the other monster’s face. “EAT AS MUCH AS YOU WANT, MY NOT-AS-GREAT SELF! IF! YOU! DARE! BECAUSE YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO SAY NO TO THE FOOD OF LOVE OUR WONDERFUL DATEMATE AND I WILL COOK UP WITH THE FLAMES OF PASSION!!”

At the mention of flames, you subtly twist your head to see if the pot on the stove is still smoking. It isn’t, thankfully. You vow to yourself to keep a sharp eye out while you and your boyfriend cook, to make sure that your ‘passion’ is the only thing burning in the kitchen from now on.

Rabbit looks downright giddy at being granted permission to eat his snack. However, before he can take one of the buns, Papyrus shoos the both of you out of the kitchen, loudly proclaiming that he needs to clean the place up and make it fit for his and your “cooking date”. You and Rabbit leave Papyrus to his cleaning, and make your way to the living room, where you take a seat next to each other on the couch.

The moment you offer your box to Rabbit, he darts a hand inside and snatches up one of the canine bread loaves. But rather than immediately shoving it into his watering mouth, as one might reasonably expect of him, Rabbit instead takes his phone out and starts snapping pictures of his ‘Fidough’, from various angles.

You’re unsurprised by his actions. Your quieter boyfriend has a habit of taking photos of things he deems precious enough to preserve. This includes you and Papyrus, his own older brother, small flowers growing in inhospitable places, and all the joke foods you bring home. On days when you can tell that he’s being especially haunted by memories of his dark and dismal past in his starving Underground, you catch Rabbit gazing at all the photos he’s saved on his phone or framed around the house. It only encourages you to make more good memories for him to cherish.

Once Rabbit is satisfied with the pictures he’s taken, he puts his phone away and brings the bread dog to his nasal bone. He closes his eye sockets and inhales deeply, seeming to savour the fragrant aroma of freshly baked bread. And then, without warning, he opens his jaws and takes a huge bite, practically ripping the puppy’s head off.

You wince, giving the poor, decapitated pup a pitying glance. The sight is a little bit morbid, but you can’t look away from Rabbit’s blissful expression, as he chews on his snack, making cute, appreciative noises.

Noticing your stare, Rabbit pauses, and then proceeds to tear the dough dog’s tail off. He lifts it up to your lips, clearly intending to feed it to you, and you oblige him by opening your mouth. Rabbit slips the bread chunk in between your parted lips, and you close your mouth. As you chew, gentle sweetness floods your taste buds, the delicate cinnamon flavour making you release a faint moan of pleasure.

Rabbit’s fingers linger on your bottom lip, his thumb gently stroking the flesh. You almost let out another moan, when you feel his sharp claw graze your skin, the motion teetering on suggestive. At the almost predatory glint in your lover’s eyelights, you begin to wonder if Rabbit intends to take this any further.

But the call of tasty food is too enticing for him to resist. With one last heated look in your eyes, a promise of ‘tonight’ in his gaze, Rabbit returns to his baked treat, devouring little ‘Fidough’ with gusto.

Despite his enthusiasm, though, Rabbit still takes care not to get even a single crumb onto the tattered, purple scarf draped around his shoulders. His scarf used to belong to his older brother, before it was given to Rabbit both as a token of brotherly love and as a vow of protection, for the only family that version of Sans had left. The scarf is Rabbit’s greatest treasure, and he always takes great pains to keep it clean and safe. It never fails to warm your heart to know that, in spite of the harsh misery of Rabbit’s life in his Underground, his bond with his brother was his one bright light in that dark world.

As you gaze at Rabbit now, you feel warmth bloom in your chest at the sight of his peaceful, happy smile. You’d do anything to keep that smile on his face. You love your boyfriends, chaotic and demanding though they may be, and want nothing more than to give them the same joy they give you, each and every day.

It’s the work of a lifetime, you know, but one you’re more than willing to undertake. For starters, though, you’ll settle with going back to that bakery where you bought the ‘Fidoughs’, and purchasing the ‘ Croc-ssants’ you saw in the window. You can already picture your lovers’ reactions, and the thought brings an excited grin to your face.

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Fidough is based on the Pokémon of the same name from the Scarlet and Violet games, although the ones here are obviously not alive and are just bread buns. Very cute bread buns.

I'm so sorry for the awful puns. I have no excuse, I just suck at them :(

[popatochisssp]

i'm not sure if you already explained it, but how does pitch's 'soul-sense' work? how is he able to tell what reader is holding in sweet treats, where they were, etc?? he's so COOL i'm so curious

Pitch (Horrorswapfell Sans) is a case of using some Sherlockian observation nonsense in conjunction with his available senses to make people think he has super-powers and it’s very intentional on his part.

A monster’s soul-sense is just an extrasensory awareness of living beings with souls. Not too much can be gleaned from it, mostly the feeling that someone’s nearby and approximately in what direction—and when right up close, a vague subconscious sense of their broad emotional state.

Some monsters have a greater awareness than others and can get a sense of someone or get a feel for their current state from further away. It varies by monster, about the same as, say, any given human’s ability to do a cartwheel: some kinda suck at it, some can do it easily, some can kinda half-do it and it’s not proper form but it’s more or less what was asked for.

…And some people went to gymnastics training and can do four or five perfect ones consecutively and pull out the “What, like it’s hard?” when you stare at them in surprise, and that’s Pitch’s soul-sense.

In the Sweet Treats chapter, Pitch is especially attuned to the feel of his dear partner and was keeping a background awareness of them as they moved away, then up—into the attic—and stayed there awhile.

The only thing up there is boxes of junk, so he assumes they must be cleaning or otherwise going through things. When they stop and abruptly make a bee-line straight for him, with a vibe of general excitement and agitation, he makes the deduction that they found something they wanted to show him, or for him to fix, and ended up being right on both counts.

The fact that he’s able to do these things and so often be correct is terrible for his ego…which is to say, it’s great for his ego, but his ego is huge and healthy and well-fed and needs no further assistance.

[popatochisssp]

Bro how can you even question it, you drew him with his shirt off, you know he’s yoked af 😩

Request from discord

I heard Deity!Pitch has 8 pack abs, i heard he's Shredded

@popatochisssp does the rumor true? 🎤🎤

[angstyhikka]

HIS STORY | DUST

Pg. 17-20

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[maiuoart]

I forgot... That I also did one for my HorrorSwapfell!

We see a better pair of brothers and though I still need to release my HSF!Sans information, his sheet is giving me difficulties >:v

Anyways, have happy horror boys ♥

[skelly-survival-guide]

Any headcanons about the horror swapfell boys? maybe some s/o headcanons too?

Ooooh yes more questions for my newest babies!

Viper (HSF!Sans)

That one big eyelight he has? That looks like a target? Yeah he can roll it from one socket to the other depending on where he needs to look or what side of him he hears a noise on.

Severe OCD stemming from having to kill humans in order to eat. The first time he killed a human he felt the blood on his bones and it sickened him to the point that he had to scrub himself down when he got home. But the the stains weren’t coming off. He scrubbed and bleached his bones for days after that even after the stains were gone. He took to wearing an apron and strapping his gloves on so blood couldn’t stain him or his clothes again.

His once razor sharp claws are now dull and chipped from how much he washes and scrubs his hands.

Secretly loves soft things. If you are lucky you might walk in on him squishing a pillow between his claws. It’s adorable.

He has the tenancy to treat his s/o like royalty. In some of the best and worst ways. A dark knight who greets his s/o with a bow and kiss but also makes sure they keep to certain standards in life. There will be no days where his s/o skips their shower and their clothes will always be presentable, even the comfy ones. He’s not trying to be controlling but sometimes it can seem like his attention is suffocating.

He is much like his younger counterpart that during his heats he will kidnap his s/o. He’s just much more intense about making sure they stay where he can see them. If he starts growling you’ve moved to far from where he wants you and you should back up.

Mongrel (HSF!Papyrus)

... He has chased off several mailmen.

Hates baths! That doesn’t stop Viper from forcing his dirty coccyx into the shower though. There is so much whining, growling and snarling on shower day it’s not even funny.

The only way to get him into the water peacefully is if his s/o is in there and softly coaxing him in. Though I don’t think much washing will happen.

He maybe very animalistic to an outside observer and he does rely heavily on his instincts but he is still very intelligent. It’s just with words and normal social ques he’s slow to process and respond. He is actually still a magnificent mathematician and can be caught scratching equations into the dirt or even the floors if he gets bored and has nothing to write with that's big enough for his massive hands.

When he’s not wearing his boots, which he prefers, his feet have large curved talons on them. They make the boots uncomfortable but his brother won’t let him leave the house without them.

Have you ever wondered what it’s like to date a dragon? Well here ya go. One very territorial boyfriend coming up. He doesn’t like it when you have to many people around you, especially if he doesn’t know them. It’s best to make sure he knows everyone in your immediate family so he wont get all huffy when you close cousins visit for the weekend.... okay he will still be huffy but he wont keep picking you up to drag you out of the room while growling at your visitors. He will also turn your entire room into a big nest and there will definitely be gifts of anything shiny. Sometimes it’s a shiny rock, sometimes it’s a glittery bead he found on the sidewalk.

Very much like Axe he needs to be locked up during heats but he has the added danger that he is very big and very sharp which only gets worse in his feral heats. He leaves deep gouges in the concrete walls of the heat bunker.

[popatochisssp]

Ah man I love Pitch and [REDACTED], they look so good!!! 😩

ass status: itchy

some designs I did for @popatochisssp ‘s Diety Au Pitch and uh [Redacted] idk if I can mention him just yet sdkjvebrugvev

obvi not finished but I want to start sharin more doodles :3c

[awkward-ark]

Horrorswapfell Boys!

A quick overview of the boys and what they are like! So people will have more of an idea as to what they want to ask them!

Viper (HSF!Sans)

He has OCD to the point of it being debilitating sometimes. After the famine and so much of his life spiraling out of control he felt it was the only thing that he still had complete control over. It's why neither he or Mongrel have any stains on their bones or clothes. He would clean them until it was free of spots or burn them.

He wore an apron Underground for the purpose of protecting his clothes but the sight of blood getting on his bones or clothes would send him into a panic attack and would usually end with a more brutal death for the human then he intended.

He is 7'2" tall and now the tallest Sans in the household.

His left eye socket and mandible were injured during his fight with Alphys. Before the famine he had worked his way up to head of the royal guard. So after the Queen's death he was next in line to take the throne. Especially since no one knew where Asgore was or if he was even still alive.

He hadn't wanted the throne, a soldier at heart, but the people needed someone to look up to so he reluctantly took the throne.

Alphys betrayed him. Pretending to now before him before striking out and upwards with her axe and catching him off guard. Her axe caught him on the jaw and sliced through his lower mandible and partially split his upper jaw. His left eye had been bashed in by the pommel of her axe.

After the betrayal he took his wounded brother and fled back to Snowdin. The people of Snowdin still consider Sans the rightful king and deferred to him in the troubled times.

He was also attempting to collect human souls but most of them dispersed before he found the bodies or his brother broke them on accident.

Both sides of his lower mandible can move independently and he can open them wide like a snakes jaw.

Now that he's on the surface he finally feels like he can relax a bit. He can be harsh but his personality is quite regal and he tends to lean more towards diplomatic solutions to any problems.

Mongrel (HSF!Papyrus)

He has lost quite a lot of who he used to be when his head was smashed in by Alphys' fist. He had jumped between them when his brother got knocked down and Alphys obviously planned to continue the assault and dust him.

The hole in his skull is much worse then Axe's and he relies heavily on his instincts to guide him making him seem more like an animal however he is still intelligent.

His words tend to come out slow so he prefers to keep to as few words as possible. If he's really lucky he only needs to use one word at a time.

Mongrel stands at 9'6" at full height but prefers to move on all fours, only standing fully as a form of intimidation.

He will occasionally try this with his brother if he feels like his brother is trying to take away something he considers his or he doesn't agree with his orders.

Because of his more instinctual nature he is prone to lashing out at percieved threats. When he was hunting Underground, if his brother wasn't there to keep him under control he was liable to render the humans into torn shreds. If the human was armed not even his brother could stop him from killing the human and making sure there was no possible way the body could ever get back up.

He has unfortunately shattered several souls. The only plus side was that the meat the souls shattered over helped strengthen the monsters they shared it with and was normally given to the weakest and youngest in Snowdin first.

The kids of Snowdin loved him. He would lie in the snow and let them take shelter under his shadow or climb his bones.

He grumbles and growls when his brother tries to clean him. It is not an uncommon sight to see a filthy Mongrel fleeing from a twitching Viper.

He has grown an elongated tail bone over the years to help his balance and maneuvering now that he prefers life as a quadruped.

Now that he's aboveground he's struggling a bit with adapting. He's very territorial and it's hard for him not to chase down strangers. He tends to keep to himself and let's his brother handle people. If his brother feels like the person is trust worthy and brings them around often then he will trust his brothers judgement.