#The Magnificent Sans

[newts-and-bones]

The guys ever

[aburdthatdraws]

Just some doodles of the UT and Swap skelebros

[seepylilthing]

Something is wrong with my swap sans, he wants to cut down trees . . .

[maximura]

[ray-elgatodormido]

Idk just some doodles.

Dynasty Warriors but I remind Koei that Lü Bu had a wife that isn’t Diao Chan. She probably wasn’t a buff 6ft+ Malay lady who crushes weaklings under her shoes but idc he’d totally be into that.

You can’t convince me he wouldn’t be enthusiastically doing whatever would make the women in his life happy.

[luckyfinch]

Prelude - Swap’s Determination

For Better or Worse, Swap changes his story.

2k words. Takes place directly before ch.1 of The Magnificent Sans’ Guide to Serving your New Evil Boss.

WARNINGS: Suicide ideation/mentions, implied abuse but no direct actions, (magical/unintentional) emotional manipulation

It happened again. 

Swap’s blue eyelights lit up in his dark sockets, bleary and clouded. There was a deep-rooted bubble of peaceful joy in his SOUL that a part of him was repulsed by immediately, even though he couldn’t remember a time without it. 

A time when.. When his little brother…

The skeleton pushed himself up, throwing off the blankets he was covered by angrily calmly. He froze, a gloved hand coming to clutch at his sternum, fisting into his shirt over where his SOUL resided. He felt- 

Angry. Sad. Horrified. Depressed. Upset. Betrayed. Scared-

Nothing. Empty. Calm-Calm-Calm. Peace. A vague sense of relief, and tranquility. 

His breaths came out rushed and shallow, fingers clawing at his chest. This wasn’t happening. Why were his feelings wrong? 

The despair left him in an instant. A blanket—a cage—of wrong, so, so wrong peace enveloped him. 

“Blue, it’s okay. You’re okay. We came and got you, don’t worry.”

No, he distantly thinks, but the thought is sluggish and quiet. This is wrong. This is bad. Run, run, run. Not again. Please not again. 

“Dream,” Swap stutters out, his weak knees giving out and leaving him kneeling before his friend, clawing at his chest desperately with all the energy he can. The defiance is leaving him in lazy, scary waves, as the horrible dizzying calmness seizes each and every bone in his body. “Wh-what.. What Are You Do-oing To Me?”

The Guardian smiles softly down at him. He bends over slightly to place his hands on Swap’s shaking shoulders. “Oh, Blue, just relax. Why do you always fight me?… You’re feeling so much negativity, I’m just helping you to be happy.” 

“B-Bu-“

Dream tuts, now crouching in front of him, hands still holding his shoulders firmly. “Blue, I can’t understand why you want to be negative.. These feelings are hurting you! They make you so upset. I mean, you tried to run away again, just because I stopped helping you feel better..”

“Because.. Y-You’re..” You’re forcing me to feel how you want me to. This isn’t me. Do you even like me? This isn’t friendship. 

The words don’t leave him. He swallows them down, holding them far away from Dream before the golden God can see them. He can’t say what he needs to, he can’t, he can’t.

When had Swap become so scared of his friend?

The spike of fear is silenced immediately, smoothed out and guided back into the calm-peaceful-calm that Dream feeds Swap’s slouched form.

“See? You’re scared as soon as I let up at all! I don’t want you to feel bad, Blue! I care about you. We care about you.”

Swap can’t…

Can’t…

“..I- You’re Right, Dream! The Supreme Sans Feels Much Better Now, Mweh-Heh-Heh! Thanks.” 

Dream smiles, relieved now. “Ah, there you are, Blue. I was worried.. You seemed like- like you wanted to feel bad. I wasn’t sure if-” The smile falters. He almost says something, but seems to think better of it, shaking his head lightly and smiling brightly again. “Nevermind. Helping you was the right thing to do, clearly. Running off like that, just over those feelings… I’ll keep better watch of you from now on. I promise.”

“Ha, Okay, Dream!” Swap smiles. His SOUL is bubbling with joy that isn’t his

His smile falters, for a bare second. 

———

Swap took more and more time away from the Guardian of Positivity, every possibility. He’d visit Geno for a few days, until being dragged off to fight. He’d ‘drop by’ an unnamed friend’s AU for a bit, and instead hide away in a random UnderSwap-Variant as long as possible, hoping the double-double Him would mask his presence. 

Each escape lasted longer and longer, and each time Swap grew more and more desperate. The time would pass, and as Dream’s powers wore off, he’d at last be able to feel the buried, forgotten memories and emotions of the past—

Weeks? Months? How long had this cycle been? How much longer would it be? He couldn’t keep doing this, he couldn’t let this keep happening! 

Swap couldn’t remember, couldn’t remember, couldn’t remember. 

His brother—his little brother, his dear Papyrus, his lazy, loveble little brother—What happened to him? Why was Swap living with Ink and Dream, why did he never visit his own universe anymore? Had he ever visited? 

He’d try to remember him, remember anything, and all he’d be able to drag to the surface was a sick mixture of positivity. How could he feel happy with his brother obscured? 

Then, he did remember. The despair. The agony. The rage he felt, the horrible pain. And then Dream. Always Dream. Everything was Dream. Dream eased his worries, eased his mind, helped him, cured him of that horrible loss. 

Swap sobbed, clawing at the damp ground. Snow melted into his gloves and seeped into the space of his digits, but he didn’t care. He only felt a world-shattering numbness, and screaming anger behind it. He wasn’t at all surprised this time when Dream appeared in front of him, Ink at his side. He didn’t fight it when he was taken back to their base. There wasn’t a point, was there? When Dream offered kindly to help him again, Swap did not speak, instead bowing his head and pushing out all the anger, the despair, the fear that he could, a sick part of him reveling in the gasp Dream gave as he fell back. Then, his SOUL was quiet again, and he bounced over to his friend, a light apology already prepared while he helped him up. 

This time would be different.

Every single time, the effects would wear off, and Swap knew he’d failed again. And again. And again. And again. 

This time would be different. 

Again. Again. Over, and over, and over, and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over

and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and-

This time will be different. 

Swap feels the DETERMINATION heating to a boil in his SOUL, burning his ribs with the intensity.

(“I HATE IT! I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT! I CAN’T BE PART OF THIS ANY LONGER, I CAN’T KEEP BEING TREATED LIKE THIS!”

“Blue, calm down. You’re being so negative-“ 

“I’D RATHER DUST MYSELF THAN LET YOU ‘CALM ME DOWN’ AGAIN.”

“blue! you’re hurting dream!”

Swap freezes, his angry expression hardly faltering even as he makes the effort to reel his emotions in.)

It has to be different. 

(“I’ll let you go calm down.. in your own way. But I can do it-“ 

“NO! I’M LEAVING. I’M NOT COMING BACK, NEVER AGAIN!”

“Swap.” 

“blue, what’s this fuss about, anyway? you run off for a bit all the time, why act like this is different?”

“Ink!”

“what? it’s true!”

Swap growls, teeth grinding. “If You’re So Sure I’ll Come Back- Well- Well!! I’ll Just Go Join Nightmare!! How About That, Ink?!”)

It will be. He’s sure. And, well, if all else fails…

(Swap yelled at Dream to open the portal. The Guardian complied, wincing still from the force of the negativity he was putting out. Ink scoffed, arms crossed.

“if he weren’t an outcode, i’d have looked for a more grateful Swap Sans by now. Ooo, what about an Undyne variant?” 

“Ink! What’s the matter with you?! Our friend is-“

Swap balled his fists, the portal finally closing behind him.)

…There’s always another UnderSwap Sans. 

Maybe it’s wrong of him to hope Dream and Ink just.. grow bored of his antics. Find another. Some more-willing, softer-minded him. One that would be easier, happier, quicker, sharper- 

One that isn’t him. Anyone but him. 

A part of himself is repulsed by the selfishness. But, well. Where he’s going, he’s going to need to be a bit selfish. It’ll be a.. ‘Leave your morals at the door’ sort of place. Swap giggles at his own joke, even though he hadn’t voiced it. The exhaustion is probably getting to him. If he is to pull this off, he’s going to need to straighten himself out. 

“ERROR!” Swap shouts into the vast, vast sky of Undertale-01. The Prime Timeline. One he knows Error looks at frequently, the one he asked to be sent to in order to ‘cool off’ in his weird mortal way.

Glitchy static rips a hole in the fabric of reality above him, almost instantaneous to his call. He’s wrapped in blue string before he can draw another breath, and then Swap is surrounded by nothing but white.

…and an annoyed Error glitching out behind him. 

“Wh-AaaaaT. Do YyyyyyyyyOUu waNt.”

“I Need A Favor. As My friend.”

The dark skeleton twitched. Swap took the lack of response as a cue to continue.

“The Stars, the- the… Well, Just, Being A Star. I Won’t Do It Anymore. But Every Time I Try To Leave, They Find Me, And I Have To Go Back. Error, I- I Really Can’t Keep Doing This. I NEED Out. And I’ve Got Two Plans!!

“OPTION ONE! I Kill Myself. Not The Most Preferred, But It’s A Solid Plan-B!” Swap proclaims with a forced grin, hands on his hips. “OPTION TWO. I Become.. EVIL!!! You Set Me Up With Nightmare And I Join Dream’s Enemy, THEREFORE Making Me ALSO HIS ENEMY.” 

“…whAt.”

“What? I Know Nightmare Doesn’t Like Me, But-“

“No, n-nO,” Error interrupts, dragging a discolored hand down his face in annoyance. “WhY i-iS PlAn B-B-B sUiCiiiiDE?”

“What Else Can I Do? They’re Always Going To Find Me. Always! I Just- I Have To Make Myself Someone They WON’T Want Back.” 

“You aRe.. s-Seriiiii- SeriOuS.”

He nods. Swap will not let himself be used or molded any longer. Even with the weariness weighing him down, he is filled with DETERMINATION. 

His friend is.. worried, in the only way a maniacal sociopath Destroyer-of-Worlds like Error can be. And amused. 

They talk for a few minutes, discussing the plan. Error at last agrees, and Swap stops himself from grabbing his friend up in a hug, to Error’s own relief. They settle for a quick little high-five, something the haphephobe can handle. 

Stars above, Swap hopes with all he can that this works, stepping through the static gateway and into a familiar snowy setting. 

His blue boots make muffled crunching sounds as he walks forward. The soldier has a mission: track down the lackeys that Error said were here. Killer and Cross (and Swap was very grateful Cross was there. His presence would surely help his odds). 

Up ahead. Just a bit farther. His bones ache, his head hurts, and his eyelights are sore, but Swap is too close to escaping—at last, really, truly escaping—to turn back. 

“KILLER!” Swap shouts, stopping at a safe distance. He squars his shoulders, raising his chin a little to display his confidence as the pairs’ attention is turned to him. 

“I COME ALONE, TO MAKE A REQUEST OF NIGHTMARE.” 

Deep breath, Swap, deep breath. There’s no room for regrets, not now. 

“I Want To Join Your Gang.”

> Chapter 1 (Main Story)

[peskyimmortals]

The Olmec are an ancient mesoamerican civilization based in modern day Mexico, precursor to the Mayan (among others)

[asherdian-zhane]

swap sans

[nothing else to say]

[candescentkpop]

This is the feeling of dreaming

Ateez: Inception

Ateez Part 79 / ∞

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Magnificent interior of Basilica of San Marco, Venice, ITALY

[p3achj3llyf1sh]

I attempted some more digital art!

[seepylilthing]

No context Twitter rp

[maximura]

[luckyfinch]

doodle for the work-in-progress bonus work :3 (prelude to chap 1)

[akkivee]

SHAKKU—————!!!!!!!!!!!