#Swapfell sans

[savi-our]

New Characters Added - Introducing Swapfell/Fellswap AU's!

As promised, here come the 3 new Swapfell Au's! From the far left starting from Classic Swapfell!

Nox - A Prim and proper royal guard captain with strict principles. He is assured, and very prideful. Nox often comes off as a stick in the mud but he couldn't care less of other peoples opinions of him. Rus - A money grubbing, conspiracy loving, shit stirring, lone wolf. Rus is a chatty and friendly monster that always manages to stick his nose into things where money is involved, however as friendly as he might seem, he rejects any and all attempts at close kinship. His personal history and inner thoughts are locked behind a massive paywall.

Next up in the very middle we have a Swapfell/Fellswap combo!

Berry - A bratty, boastful and energetic skeleton. Berry believes that he is always right and everything he does deserves its own movie rendition! Its never surprising to find Berry loudly complaining about something that slightly got on his nerves, seeing as nothing seemed to be up to his standards! Syrup - A deathly quiet and loyal hound, answering his brothers every whim and call with a dutiful "Yes, M'lord." A very apathetic monster that is bored of the world around him, but whenever he finds something of interest... things become dangerous... (Very much inspired by @battlemaiden13 's Swapfell rendition)

And last but not least on the far right we have the Fellswap Gold brothers!

Wine - A conspiring businessman. Wine is knowledgeable in all things business and is known for scheming and charming his way into high society! Loves the more expensive things in life and can be rather controlling. Very protective of his younger brother. Coffee - A timid and shy monster that struggles making social connections. He is an introvert and often spends time alone, albeit whether its by choice or due to being confined to his house - its hard to tell. Anyone who ha managed to get closer to Coffee would know that he secretly yearns for new connections and exciting new experiences.

Aaaaand thats all of them! Asks are open and im excited to write more on any single one of these boys so feel free to slide into my askbox! :)

[caycanteven]

Sketchin' out and conceptualizing this hot business drider-skeleton guy. As a treat 🍭

My Swapfell!Sans is named Milo, short for Milord (aka Black as generally known by most.) For my enjoyment of monsters and cause I was inspired by others, he is a Drider teehee. Bro makes high fashion ✨

[diamonddoodles]

Me when I'd realistically definitely sit at 1 but my intrusive thoughts are screaming 7

I'd sit in 1 mainly because I'm just as socially awkward as Cross is, if not more, but maybe we can talk and be friends(?? Hopefully) I don't have to worry about Error because he won't bother me and I won't bother him. Ink is in front of me so we can share our drawings or something, and Dream is right across so I'm not depressed. I also never get an isle seat whenever I'm on a plane ;-;

7 because Killer

[kuttingkarma]

oh yeah, Him, Mal

@popatochisssp’s boy of course

[licollisa]

In which Swapfell Sans is your mom friend.

[qin-qin16]

Are they protective of you?

cw: Are they like a guard dog that won't leave your side? Or are they more carefree about the dangers around you?

Of course they are like a big guard dog! You have no idea how dangerous the world is out there; obviously, they have to protect you from everything and everyone! When it’s not their arm around your shoulders, pulling your body closer to theirs, then it’s definitely their jacket or hoodie over you, making it clear to anyone that you’re together. And how can you say they don’t need to fight the jerk who touched you? Of course they do! If it’s to protect you, they would do anything (within or outside the law).

Fell, DELTA, CROSS, Killer, Dust, FellSwap Gold

They’re a bit of both. Of course, they’ll defend you if someone tries to pick a fight with you, but they also give you space to handle your own problems. You’re both pretty comfortable with that, and usually, you prefer to stay in your corner peacefully—much better than having someone barking at everyone who tries to get close to you.

COLOR, Fresh, Ink, SWAP, Dream, Geno, Classic

They prefer that you defend them. Every time they get into a fight, they look at you like a wet cat, completely helpless and pleading for your help. You, on the other hand, don’t mind at all standing in front of them, protecting them from whatever is intimidating them (whether it’s an ignorant guy or a giant bug). It’s them who wear your jacket as a form of protection, while your arm is around their hips. Could they be pretending just to see you all brave defending them? You’ll never know~

LUST, Science, Farm, SwapFell

You'll never know how many people they've gotten rid of just because they look at you weird.

NIGHTMARE, Error

[kaissauce]

swapfell the PURPLE one

(designs by kkhoppang)

also swap pap and swapfell pap as kids on the playground for some reason. they're friends

[wiliam-glowing]

#swapfell #swapfellpapyrus #swapfellsans #papyrus #sans #undertale

☆ Yo Hi! I'm A Underrated Digital Artist | Character and Fashion Designer | Animator | Usually Drawing For Specific Fandoms SwapFell | AUL | Like to Draw Shiny and Glowing Things ☆ You Can Find Me Here: https://liamglow.carrd.co/ ☆ Contact: hi.liamglow@gmail.com

[roadkill-creatures]

Some sketches of various ages- like em enough to post but not enough to ever turn into anything else :] 👍

[capricioussun]

2am post jumpscare

[seirindono]

The Missing Scarf (Interlude) - part 20

Were Mel is getting impatient and Stretch is, well, in an awkward position.

So the doctor's not around anymore, hm? Well, Blue did warn her.

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[darqee]

MC and the Swapfell Brothers

[caycanteven]

Milo's Official reference sheet~

[hheisa]

Little request

Practicing drawing with this brush once again :o

[savi-our]

Anti-Harem with OP Mage MC pt. 2

Right so... this is longer than i intended and more detailed than intended, i humbly ask for your forgiveness for this reading more like a fanfic one-shot 😭 Theres just so much you can do with this idea and i wanted to do the SF brothers justice, this is less anti-harem centric and more daily life of MC centric so do what you will with it - id love to hear some thoughts on this though, im genuinely considering writing a full blown fic abt this prompt and writing out ideas here helps convince me. Also watch me turn SF Sans into a closeted fangirl in real-time bc i CAN and i WISH TO and i WILL... tee hee 😍 HT for next part maybe? idk hdafejkkl

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Months passed since the new recruit arrived, and you had spent most of those months avoiding the household all together, not that any of them were in any hurry to seek you out. Actually - apart from passing glares and avoidant glances the skeletons had seemed to avoid you all together now, and it didn't take you long to realize that it was the newbies doing. It seems the brothers had already begun to switch all their official mage dealings with the newbie, and you overheard them one night speaking of how nice it'll be once you were gone. It hit you hard, the unbridled JOY that came from those words. The first smile in months had graced your expression, this annoying assignment would be done soon, and you didn't even have to look for a replacement. Of course there was a technical issue there, the recruit was weak, you doubted they could handle the responsibility, but you'd be damned if you had to be reassigned to the brothers again due to their own poor judgement. You set up barrier upon barrier on the furthest borders of the property, weaving old and powerful magic unseen by the untrained eye, as invisible as a spider thread in the deep dark of night.

The day came sooner than anticipated, a sunny morning wrapped in late spring dew when an official courier brought you the sealed reassignment papers, you wasted very little time. There were no goodbyes, nobody to see you off, no see you laters. You just packed your bags and left, deciding to celebrate your release from this mock hell with a feast of your own making. 

Days passed easily after that, your new assignment had been similar in that you were still expected to deal with monsterkind. As the official top ranking mage you were expected to oversee the immigration process of the newer species - finding them homes and determining the new borders, on paper that is - in actuality you were there in case it all went to shit. You were there to evaluate how big of a threat these newcomers were, and if all of it went down the drain, expectation fell to you to play both judge and executioner. It was all a terrible diplomatic hassle, endless meetings with diplomats and officials from both sides, meetings with the kings and queens, correspondence between the Archmage and the people on the ground, endless evaluations and negotiations. Where they lived, were they safe, were they able to integrate, political and financial concerns, provisions and temporary shelters were now your everyday cause for headache. It was there you met a pair of somewhat similar faces.

 Black and Mutt were skeletons, and that fact had not given you the best first impression - unbecoming of you perhaps, to judge a book by its cover, but months of threats and insults could change even the most unbiased of people. The two were a tad different from the others however, something you found curious if not a bit strange, they were… respectful, if not a bit stiff. Charged as part of the Royal Guard - they worked closely with the rulers of Mtt. Ebbot, so you saw them often escorting officials to and from meetings. You had no reason to approach them, coming from the other side as you were, you technically outranked them quite a bit in the merging hierarchy, but it was one stormy night that made you all grow quite a bit closer in an alarmingly short period of time.

A pack of fiends had snuck their way into one of the lesser guarded shelters outside of Mtt. Ebbott, cunning creatures that fed off of magic. They were hardly a threat alone, even an apprentice mage could take on two by themself - unfortunately due to that fact they tended to gather in numbers, the recorded largest amount was around forty if you remembered right, this however, this was beyond your imagination.

You should have predicted it,it was your miss, your meager miscalculation, of course they would be drawn here, a cave sealed off for centuries, brewing magic for centuries, a breeding ground for anything magic, broken for the first time in centuries. You responded quickly, but by the time you got there it was already chaos, the loud thrum of magic permeated the air and both monsters and humans were rushed off of the scene, the ground was bloodied, a sign that you were already late. You assessed the scene as you rushed past the terrified civilians, you would need to clean it up quickly. 

The resisting force had taken damage but they were holding, human and monster guards stationed at the furthest gate fighting off the onslaught of fangs and burning eyes. You took notice of the two skeletons fighting beyond the gate, they worked well together, soldiers of significant skill - you sped past them, an order to pull back immediately flew past your lips and you moved further into the swarm, Black had called after you but you tuned it out, as daunting as the situation seemed it was still below your paygrade.

It was a single spell, a light that lit up the sky, a deafening bang that rattled the ground and the job was done. Your hands stung from the forced speed of the cast, but you remained unscathed as you stood among the scattered ashes, burning flesh permeated the air. You sighed, the ever present mountain of paperwork on your desk was bound to double in size.

It was all damage control after that, rushed orders to your subordinates and rebinding of the barriers, but when you stepped past the gate once again to scout out the surrounding for any remaining threats is when the two skeleton guards approached you, they demanded to go with you- well the shorter one did anyway, it made your brows raise - there weren't many people left in the world that demanded things from you. You looked them both over, amusement in your eyes, and agreed, a challenge to keep up on your tongue.

After that things had slightly shifted, the skeletons greeted you upon meeting, saluted you upon leaving, you began to notice more monsters approach you with official papers or directives, it was an odd thing, mainly because you reflected on how joined it seemed all of a sudden. Before the attack you were mostly responsible for the human mages and soldiers on base, now it seemed your responsibilities grew their own legs and danced around the monsters as well. You saw more of the skeletons, Black in particular seemed curious, even though he never admitted it or outwardly showed it, it was subtle but you noticed, he often joined you for your nightly rounds even when not required to, it was a bit awkward at first, silent patrolling of the grounds, you had nothing to really speak about, and it seemed neither did he. You could not for the life of you figure out why he took such a sudden interest in your company but you also were curious how long he would keep it up, besides, having him accompany you seemed to put the other monsters at ease.It was on one of those rounds when you finally addressed him, he seemed surprised that you had, shoulders stiff, back straight as he looked at you with wide eyes.

“Don't you have more important things to do?” You asked, the question seemed harsh, but its harshness dissipated by the lightness of your tone, echoed by the stone hall in the moonlit night. He had opened his mouth but it was a moment before he responded, seemingly not expecting conversation, he turned away clearing his throat as he set himself to rights.

“OF COURSE NOT, THE SECURITY OF THESE GROUNDS IS OF THE UTMOST IMPORTANCE. CONSIDERING THE DISASTER FROM TWO WEEKS AGO ITS MORE EFFICIENT TO DO IT MYSELF.” 

You hummed, continuing to walk, listening to the sharp sound of his footfalls a step behind you.

“Would it not be better to split up then?” You asked, your tone still light, your eyes observing him with a knowing glint.

“W-WELL YES, BUT FOUR EYES ARE BETTER THAN ONE, AND IT WILL SAVE TIME IF WE DO SPOT SOMETHING AND NEED A MESSENGER.”

And your guess proved right, his reasoning was weak at best, there was no need for both of you to do rounds together - you could clock a threat miles away even in the pitch black, and you knew for a fact that Black could handle himself well enough, and yet he seemed to want to be in your shadow all the same, you chuckled, but did not voice your thoughts. 

Your relationship seemed to steadily improve after that, every now and again you would walk the shelter grounds together, and every now and again you'd exchange conversation albeit a short one, but it beat the awkward silence that was there in the beginning.

Mutt was different, he didn't seem to hold as much intrigue towards you as his brother, he was more so there by default as he seemed to almost always stay by his brother's side, in fact the only time you saw either of them apart was when Black joined you in securing the premises. The taller brother was an enigma, you had not heard him speak once since your assignment, a part of you wondered if he even could. But he didn't seem outwardly volatile either, more so apathetic towards the goings on around him. That opinion switched one busy day where a scheduling error had made the three of you take an overnight shift guarding a group of pompous diplomats. It was a nightmare, twelve straight hours of listening to empty boasts and endless rants about the economy, even you had begun to space out, this was probably worse than those month long scouting missions in Siberia you were forced into back in training.

 You noticed the brothers were reaching their limit as well, you worried Black would leave indents in his skull with the force he was gritting his teeth and you were sure Mutt was half asleep as he wobbled on his feet, skull falling every odd minute or so. 

It was a couple hours later when you found out you were scheduled for two more babysitting sessions except they were both at the same time, and both had human and monster envoys, Black seemed to mirror your frustration as you checked and rechecked the schedule. 

One way or another you had organized a lower ranking mage qualified for escort duty to take your place for one of them, and Black had given his brother the order to attend the same one as you as he himself took the other, rushed words of “IT’LL BE QUICKER IF EACH OF US TAKES ONE.” after which you parted, the vote of confidence made you chuckle.

It was another four hours when you wondered if Mutt had passed away standing on his feet, he hadnt moved in a good hour or two, and skeletons didn't need to breathe so he remained deathly still. He stood behind the officials chair like a statue carved from marble, quite an unsettling sight considering the early hours of the morning and the sharp looming shadows casting off of him. The human envoys seemed to agree with you, considering the nervous glances being cast his way amidst the conversation, and you couldn't help but find the situation amusing. Perhaps it was the lack of sleep or the frustrations of your job but you decided to hurry the meeting along with a mischievous play of magic, lest you join Mutt in his nap. A moving shadow here, the caw of a crow there and what do you know, suddenly all business has been magically taken care of.

You had woken the looming skeleton with the good news and watched as he attempted to stifle a yawn, he had checked his phone and noted that his brother had not been graced with the same fortune as you. You had asked if he would wait - a nod, you offered your office - a moment of silence, but after a while, another nod.

It was another hour at your desk, finishing up some paperwork when you heard gentle snoring on your office couch, a comfy thing that had served you many times for a bed in the days where your job kept you from home, the sound made you blink slowly to the skeleton that occupied it.

Your own exhaustion made you zone out in thought, the sight had an enviable peacefulness to it, it's perhaps why you didn't notice the phone that fell with a quiet thump out of Mutts pocket. It vibrated, once, twice, then for a third time, screen lighting up repeatedly. You rose from your seat, bones popping as you sighed and made your way over, if it was Black then it was probably asking where Mutt was, you should wake him.

Is what you thought anyway, what ended up happening was you being trapped in an iron grip stuck to a dead asleep skeleton. It happened so quickly and out of nowhere that you didn't even have time to process it, the long hours awake didn't help either. One second you're reaching for his shoulder and the next you're halfway on top of said skeleton, limbs wound around limbs. You blanked, what even was this situation, you never took Mutt for a cuddler, his grip is crushing, impressive for someone with no muscle, wait hold on.

You attempted to pull away, but the answering growl and tightening hold let you know that the skeleton didn't agree with that choice of options, subconsciously or not. Waking him up seemed a thing that you should do, but the option flew right out of the door once you thought about how this would all register with him once he woke up, it was embarrassing really. You attempted once again to move off of him but he turned, and dragged you along with him further into the couch. Ah, you had made it worse. Couch cushions pressed in your back and a very large and a very asleep skeleton pressing you into his ribcage, it seems he intended to keep you for a body pillow, now what.

The door slammed open and you blanked once again, this was a nightmare, you prayed it wasn't some disgruntled diplomat come to complain to you about something. You attempted to lift your head to see but the grip on you made your back pop and you groaned, breath knocked out of you.

“MUTT! WHAT IN TORIEL'S NAME ARE YOU DOING GET OFF THIS INSTANT!! NOW YOU DOG! OFF!” The yelling was familiar and for a second you felt relief, and then dread all over again as vertigo hit you. In his panic he had rolled, rolled right off the couch and onto the cold hard ground and had taken you with him. You groaned again as you attempted to get your bearings, lifting your gaze only to be met with bright purple, you blinked and watched as slowly but surely confusion turned into realization and then straight into horror, the brightness of the flush on Mutt’s face was there for half a second before he was gone, disappearing into thin air. 

It took you a while to process the whole thing , even longer to reassure Black that it was an accident on his brother's part and that you were partly to blame for the situation as well. By the end of it all it was safe to say that you were exhausted, so you had locked up and went home, it was the morning after that you noticed that the lanky skeletons phone was still innocently laid on your carpet. You snorted, wondering whether or not the silent guard dog would come knocking on your door before late, or if it would be his ever principled brother in his stead.

[qin-qin16]

How do they wipe your tears?

Summary: They fell in love with a crying baby and, like the great lovers they are, they should comfort you... but how do they do it?

note: i was lazy in search for more sanses this time

Cw.: dacryphilia (i guess??)

With their fingers. Their phalanges touch your face so gently that you even question whether they're really wiping away your tears or just caressing your cheeks. Sometimes, they are even a little afraid to bring their fingers too close to your face, fearing they might scratch you with the tips of their claws – but you trust them, especially when it’s to comfort you after a bad day, wiping your face and whispering reassurances on top of your head.

Dream, COLOR, Epic, SWAP, FellSwap Gold, Classic Sans

Your tears are like a delicious plate to them; whenever you cry, it’s with their tongue that they gently wipe away your tears. Your sobs are relentless, disrupting their task of licking your face until only their saliva remains on your skin. They need to hold your head still so you don’t pull away, purring against your face to soothe your troubled soul.

Cross, DUST, Killer, Delta, FELL

They don’t like touches; physical contact is too much for them — too intense. Yet, they can’t stop themselves from wiping your face with the sleeve of their shirt, sushing you as they hum softly. It’s a delicate, intimate gesture, one of the few moments you feel so close to each other. And no matter how much you sob, apologizing for wetting their favorite shirt, they just keep cleaning your face, a small smile dancing on their lips as they keep saying for you to "nothing worry about a silly thing like that".

Geno, REAPER, ERROR, Bluerror

They struggle to know how to wipe away your tears, after all, they were the ones who caused them. They panic, trying to figure out how to approach you without pushing you further away— they can't stand seeing you in such a vulnerable state! Defeated, they simply hand you a tissue for you to wipe your own face while, lost and uncertain, they murmur guilty apologies.

Ink, HORROR, SwapFell

They don’t wipe them away. Not only are they the cause of your tears, but they seem to delight in watching the salty drops stream down your face. It's almost as if your tears turn these sadists on.

NIGHTMARE, Bill Sans