#fang mafiafell

[wishingstarinajar]

Plz help me. I'm a staving traveler looking for sans bellies to feed my hunger plz help

Dinner is served~

#undertale au #bara sans #bon appetite #big blue #underswap!color #greed sans #rum sans #swapfell!greed #slate sans #save game (tale) au #fang mafiafell #mafiafell sans #mafiafell: what will you do #wish art #Q and A

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

If you have the spoons, how do you think the mafiatale/ mafiafell / underfell papyrus/ swap fell gold &purple sans’s would react to their S/O telling someone off for trying to flirt while they’re out at a restaurant?

I imagine the situation of someone walking up, trying to flirt and getting annoyed at being rejected, followed by the S/O saying “My parent’s kitten has more bite than you. We’re in public, shut up, sit down somewhere and contemplate your complete lack of manners.”

Underfell Papyrus - He ends your speech with a long menacing growl and a protective hand on your shoulder. If the guy didn't get the message after what you said, he sure has now. Once they're gone, Edge simply goes back to whatever you were talking about, happy to have dinner with you!

Swapfell Sans - He smiles at the rejected guy with pity. Yeah, he knows he's lucky to have you. Too bad he's not sharing. He puts the last screw on the intruder's coffin by telling them they can sit at the bar and dream of the life they will never have with you. Be jealous in silence please.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine doesn't care and calls security to eliminate that random man polluting his living space and yours. It's a table for two people, who invited that guy in the first place? Go in hell? Wine doesn't even look their way as they're dragged out of the room. He's not going to get bothered by such unimportant topics.

Mafiatale Sans - He chuckles as the guy is decomposing right in front of you. He was not too enthusiastic about going to the restaurant, it's not that much his thing, but after that, he's for sure in a good mood and cheers a little.

Mafiatale Papyrus - He grabs the intruder's arm and says nothing, simply staring right through their soul for a very long two awkward minutes. Eventually, they're very uncomfortable and leave on their own. Why waste time talking to them when you can simply make them realize their mistake silently?

Mafiafell Sans - He can't believe the audacity. The guy stole his seat and is flirting with you like he's not right behind them. That's fine though. Fang uses his magic to yeet the guy from his chair, then he makes them fly through the entire restaurant and violently crash into the wall. Well, after that, you're fired from the restaurant. Fang regrets nothing though, even if he pretends really hard he's sorry lol.

Mafiafell Papyrus - He lets his S/O's handle it, simply standing behind them, menacingly. The problem is that Torpedo is three heads taller than you and he really doesn't have a friendly face. So yeah, your annoying pretendant is kinda pissing themselves after a few minutes of Torpedo staring. Torpedo tells you he's proud of you afterwards.

#underfell #swapfell #fellswap gold #mafiatale #mafiafell #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[bigoltrashpile]

Hello! I'm happy to see you writing again. Though remember to take breaks and drink water!

Could I maybe ask for mafia skeletons reacting to their S/O who gets nonverbal and cuddly? Like, just will come into a room and make grabby hands because they want to be held?

Awwwww, that's so cute!

Mafiatale Sans: He is ALWAYS ready for cuddles! He loves when you get like this, just happy to be around you. When you come to him, he'll usually put whatever he's working on down and scoop you right up into his arms!

Mafiatale Papyrus: Unlike his brother, Papyrus is always on the move! Thankfully, he's very strong, so when you get into your cuddly moods, he's happy to scoop you up bridal style and keep on going! And don't worry if you don't talk very much, he'll do the talking for both of you until you feel like talking again!

Mafiaswap Sans (Lucky): Although he's pretty energetic and likes to keep busy, Lucky will try to be there for you when you need him! If he's busy, he'll hold you in his arms or put you on his lap until he's finished. When he's finished, he'll devote his attention to you! He might be a bit distracted, but he tries!

Mafiaswap Papyrus (Slim): Luckily, Slim is a really good cuddler, and totally understands that you don't need to talk in order to communicate. When you get nonverbal, he'll mostly ask yes or no questions while carrying on the conversation by himself. He'll lay down with you on his chest while he plays with your hair, simply chatting idly to himself until you feel like talking again.

Mafiafell Sans (Butch): Butch is prepared. He has snacks and water stashed in his room for just this occasion (and more...adult occasions), and he tries to stay attentive to your needs when you get like this. Really, besides the occasional ass grab, he's a real gentleman!

Mafiafell Papyrus (Noir): Though he likes to pretend he's annoyed by it, he really likes when you come to him. The fact that you feel safe around him is very flattering! He'll roll his eyes, but he can't hide the smile on his fangs before he picks you up.

Mafiaswapfell Sans (Scar): Like Noir, he pretends to be annoyed, though it will take quite a bit more convincing to get him to stop his work. When he gets into a task, he gets INTO that task. You might have to just straight up sit on his lap to get him to break away from it. But once he does, he'll focus all his attention on you, don't worry.

Mafiaswapfell Papyrus (Hound): Cuddles? He'll never turn down snuggle time with his favorite human! No matter what he's doing, he'll scoop you up and find a nice private place for the two of you to just silently hang out, enjoying each others' company.

#my garbage #writing #sans #papyrus #sans x reader #papyrus x reader #undertale #undertale imagines #mafiatale #mafiaswap #mafiafell #mafiaswapfell

[0sleepforme]

Blue = Already exists

Red = Unsure if it already exists or not

Orange ☆ = From my dreams

Green = Group

Pink ○ = I don't know the name of the Au

Purple □ = Different or new Names for the look-a-likes, from New/old/Unknown Au's

White = means nothing

( But if a Pacific Au already exists, then I'm sorry, because I haven't found it anywhere)

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List of who is going to be in ' Hope '

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Undertale Sans: Classic

Undertale Papyrus: Papy

UnderSwap Sans: Blue

UnderSwap Papyrus: Stretch

UnderFell Sans: Fell

UnderFell Papyrus: Edge

BaraTale Sans: Bara

FellSwap-red Sans: Razz

FellSwap-red Papyrus: Mutt

Swapfell-Purple Sans: Black

SwapFell-Purple Papyrus: Rus

ReaperTale Sans: Reap

ReaperTale Papyrus: Syth

HorrorTale Papyrus: Sugar

DustSwap Sans: Phantom

DustSwap Papyrus: Orange

DreamTale: Dream

FreshTale Papyrus: Papsi

Nightmare - Papyrus: Mid

DreamSwap: Quill

Bad Sans's: Nightmare, Dust, Ash, Killer, Error and Cross

MafiaFell sans: Ruben

MafiaFell Papyrus: Noir

StoryShift Chara: Chara

MafiaTale Sans: Colt

MafiaTale Papyrus: Sniper

UnderLust Sans: Lavender/Lave

UnderLust Papyrus: Charm

FellSwap-Gold Sans: Wine

FellSwap-Gold Papyrus: Coffee

YandereFell Sans: Red

LustFell Sans: passion

AfterTale: Geno

ScienceTale: Sci

InkTale Sans: Ink

StorySwap: Toriel

FellSwap-red: Slim (but from genocide route)

( Both are jumping spiders )

SpiderTale Sans: Flip

SpiderTale Papyrus: Nip

VampireTale Sans: Dark

VampireTale Papyrus: Fang

BirdTale sans: Crow

OniTale:

( Different versions of:

lavender = Orch

Sci = Flor

Classic = Onyx

Crow = Arrow

Fell = Thorn

Geno = Peir

and Reaper = crescent )

OverFell Sans (GenderSwap): Mal

????: Unfresh, (Both fell verse) pallet and Goth.

Bitty MerTale Nightmare: Night

HorrorSwap Sans: snackers

HorrorSwap Papyrus: Carrot

Glamour Swap Sans: Berry

ButtonTale/Coraline Au:

( Different versions of

Edge, = Thread

Stretch = Belldam

Papyrus = Cotton

and Mutt/Slim = Stitch )

Fell snake bitty, Papyrus: Spicy

Fell snake bitty, Sans: Pepper

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I need some help with new names on this Au, please 🙏

Bara - PoliceTale:

(Different versions of

Classic =

Papyrus =

Fell =

Edge =

Blue =

Stretch =

Razz =

Mutt =

Horror =

Nightmare =

and Error = )

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I'll draw out new faces once they appear in the book!

[ao3feed-undertale1]

Found Through Chaos And Magic

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55099417 by Bexnah6307 Everything ran smoothly. The human child fell down, went through the Underground, RESET, and did it again. Over and Over and Over again. Then, something changed. Someone intervened. The very Multiverse itself changed. Nothing would be the same. Words: 3611, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English Fandoms: Undertale (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Nightmare Sans, Killer Sans - Character, horror sans, mafiafell sans, GB Sans - Character, Ganz, Lust Sans, swap sans, Error Sans, Ink Sans, Fresh Sans, Science Sans - Character, Fell Sans, Geno sans, Reaper Sans, dance sans, Echo Sans, Cross sans, Flowerfell Sans - Character, Dream Sans, Dust Sans, Classic Sans, Ben (Author insert), Adovah (Author Insert), Clay (OC), Comet (oc), Metra (OC), SwapDream Dream Sans, Ship children - Character Relationships: AfterDeath - Relationship, Geno/Reaper, scifell, Sci/Fell, FeralStripes, GB/Ganz, LustyGlitchBerry, Lust/Glitch/Swap, NightKiller, Nightmare/Killer, DubStep - Relationship, Echo/Dance, FineDining, Fang/Horror, Splatter - Relationship, Fresh/Ink, Bramble - Relationship, Cross/Petal, ShiningDarkHumor, Dream/Dust/Classic, IceForge, Ben/Clay, RoyalSpectralDragon, Metra/Comet/Adovah, Toxic Swadmare Additional Tags: mature themes, Maybe Sexual Content, talk of suggestives topics, soul bonding, Gods, Godlings, one yandere character, Blood, gore probably, maybe self-harm later, Mental Health Issues, no one in this book is mentally stable, swad is an ass, so is life, Reincarnation maybe, Fate and Destiny, Karma - Freeform, chance, Deities, Mentions of Death read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/55099417

#ao3feed #ao3undertalefeed #fanfic #undertale #undertale-fanfic

[e-icreator23]

Kid Mafiafell Atlas: hi Silver Fang *eats the donuts * your grandmother's donuts are the best in town *kisses him* you will keep your promise and marry me, right

Kid Shooting Star: what is marriage

*he loos and nods yes*

#roleplay

[und3rwat3r-a5tr0naut]

Oh look! It’s Gent!

#Or as rival gangs like to call him.....'reaper' #oooOOoOOOOOooooh spooky #lol #he's got fangs i promise #undertale au #mafiafell #mafiafell papyrus #mf pap #Gent #astro.scribbles

[pumpkinpatch-jack]

I found a new brush and honestly I love it?? Look at him! He looks so cool!

#I had to stretch him a bit due to my drawing him a bit compressed #pumpkin patch art #undertale #mafiafell papyrus #Also yes he has the fang that fell sans types normally have #but his is just a cover that he puts on to look scarier

[undertale-writing-times]

Undertale Asks

If you have any questions for any of the undertale guys or AU’S just tell me! I’m real excited to get this started and going >w<

I made a kofi!

https://ko-fi.com/fandomtimetime98714

The ones that I write for, the aus, are under the cut cause it’s long.

Undertale- Sans, Papyrus

Underswap- Blueberry, Stretch

Underfell- Red, Edge

Horrortale- Axe, Noodle

Fellswap- Lord, Mutt

Swapfell- King, Alpha

Fellswap Pink- Overlord and Pup

Swapfell Emerald- Commander and Hound

Fellswap Gold- Chief and Wolf

Swapfell Silver- Royal and Fang

Fellswap White- Prince and Canine

Swapfell Rainbow- Leader and Beast

Fellswap Sugar- Grandeur and Behemoth

Swapfell Spice- Tycoon and Brute

Fellswap Sky- Cloud and Bat

Swapfell Wood- Superior and Exo

Fellswap Night- Brilliance and Werewolf

Swapfell Day- Vivid and Lycan

Fellswap Kindness- Ruler and Pooch

Swapfell Justice- Sheriff and K9

Fellswap Steam- Crowned and Whelp

Swapfell Tears- Dynast and Mongrel

Fellswapkiller Pink- Rebel

Swapfelldust Emerald- Shards

Horrorfellswap- Regicide and Cur

Fellswap Fire: Luce and Hellhound

Swapfell Freeze: Baron and Pawls

Fellswap Blush: Palace and Cad

Swapfell Rose: Duke and Bull

Fellswap Anchor: Captain and Dogfish

Swapfell Ocean: Regent and Coyote

Outertale- Cosmos, Galaxy

Dreamtale- Nightmare Sans, Dream Sans, Passive

Horrordream- Oxi and Sleeper

Dreamfell- Coma and Gloom

Mafiatale- Wiseguy and Bones

Mafiafell- Clip and Boss

Mafiaswap- Books and Crank

Dreammafia- Envy and Pride

Killermafia- Calamity

Dustmafia- Tragedy

Errormafia- Crisis

XMafia- Misfortune

Horrormafia: Scourge

Farmmafia- Field and Crop

Lustmafia- Diva and Charm

Inkmafia: Vibrant

Farmtale- Corn and Harvest

Farmswap: Sheep and Duster

Farmkiller: Shot

Farmdust: Soil

Echoflower Sans- Repeat. 

Underlust- Lover and Hearts.

Unlust Sans- Heartbreak

Lustswap- Beau and Dreamboat

Reapertale- Reap

Dreamspirit: David and Wraith

Tubetale: Screen and Keys

Merkiller- Mimic

Merdust- Ringer

Horrordragon- Burn

Killerdragon- Arman

Dustdragon- Levi

Dreamdragon- Chua and Dracul

Shifter

Swaplust: Maiden and Vestal

Lust!Ink: Eros

Lust!Error: Aphro

Lust!Geno: Venus

Killerlust- Cuddles

Outerlust- Astra and Alioth

Sugartale: Sugar and Sweetie

Dancetale- Hop and Sway

Dancefell- Stomper and Jazz

Danceswap- Flamenco and Uprock

Outerdance- Ballet and Taps

Dancelust- Waltz and Boogie

Cross

Error

Ink

Ink and Error Swap- Drain and Glitchy

Static

Freshdust- Fairy

Inkkiller- Splat

Fresh

Unfresh Sans- Rad

Fresh Ink

Dusttale- Dusty

Dustswap- Powder

Dustlust: Cupid

Swapdust- Fragment

Outerdust- Stardust

Outerkiller- Shooting Star

Killer

Aftertale- Echo

Yandere Swap Sans- Yanberry

Merlust- Pinks

Lustfell- Passion and Desire

Horrorfell- Feral and Sharp

Horrorfarm- Oak and Sunflower

Outerhorror- Supernova and Sunspot

Horrorswap- Snackers and Butcher

Foresthorror- Timber

Foresthorrorswap- Bark

Horrorflower- Bud and Vine

Forestlust: Strawberry

Horrormer- Chum

Outerhorrorswap- Rigel and Vega

Dreammer- Light and Deep

Dreamswap- Daydream, Delusion

Dreamswap Killer- Mur

Outerdream- Solar, Nightfall

Dreamtale Two: Trance and Oblivion

Mothtale- Sunset

Mothfell- Scarlet 

Horrormoth- Leopard

Mothlust- Rosy

Mothkiller- Shadow

Aftermoth- Lace

Dreammoth: Lamp and Shade

Dustmoth- Luna

Outermoth: Moonshine

Outerkillermoth: Lunar

Outerdustmoth: Moondust

Swapfellmoth- Droplets

Farmmoth- Leaf

Crossmoth- Halfa

Fellswapmoth- Vio

Frozentale: Chills and Shiver

Swapkiller- Slay

Farmlust- Nymph and Fae 

Pastryverse: Sprinkles, Crumble, Sticky, Mallow.

Empire

Aquatica

Skillet

Determ

Outermer: Cielo and Comet 

Outerhorrormer: Badar

Soultale: Soul

Dustfell: Chains

Swapdream: Moonlight and Suns

Underfreak: Breaker and Undertaker

Dustkiller: Corpse

Errormer: Inker

Inkmer: Angel

Nightmare!Papyrus: Bane

Error!Papyrus: Defect

Nightmare Blueberry Fusion:  Paradox

Dream and Axe Fusion: Fever

Dreamact: Fable and Thorn

Star Sans Fusion: Starshot

Bad Sanses Fusion: Guts

Murder Time Trio Fusion: Mask

Prism

mutt and oxi fusion: Bubby

Ruler and Screen fusion: Acid Bunny

boulder and mallow fusion: Charmer

Mallow and Shimmer fusion: Vegas

Yanberry and swap fusion: Punch

Theo and Sprinkles fusion: Baker

Prince and Calamity fusion: Blank

Dream and Nightmare Fusion: Tranquility

any questions are fine, but if I don’t like it, I most likely won’t answer but I most likely will. No smut, sorry :( 

#undertale imagines #Undertale asks #Undertale #Undertale Sans #Undertale Papyrus #Sans #Papyrus #Underswap #Underswap Sans #Underswap Papyrus #Underfell #Underfell Papyrus #Underfell Sans #Fellswap #Fellswap Sans #Fellswap Papyrus #horrortale #horrortale sans #Horrortale Papyrus #Error Sans #Underfresh #Aftertale #Aftertale Sans #please ask

[murder-senpai]

F A N F I C T I O N

Oh, hello there!! My name is Murder-senpai! I’m new here to tumblr sooooo don’t mind me being awkward n’ stuff. So this is gonna be like, what fandoms and characters I write for sOoooOoOo

AU’s and other stuff I’ll do: ABO, genderbend, hanahaki, soulmate, supernatural/power, soft yandere/ stockholm syndrome, coffee shop, modern, fantasy, baby/kid versions of characters, babysitter, neko, inu, kitsune, post apocalyptic, zombie, flower shop, book store, dragon, fairy tale, high school/college, mafia, pregnant, steampunk, merpeople, pirate, pirate/merperson, prison, reincarnation, famous, vampire, werewolf

There is more shit I’ll do but I can’t really think anymore so just request

(reader insert crap)

I will NOT do nsfw. This is a christian minecraft sever 

You CAN request multiple character/poly and platonic stuff

If your not specific, I will choose between headcanons or a fic/drabble

If you request angst, I will give it a fluffy ending unless requested otherwise

Please be specific in your request   ex: reader gender (fem, male, gender neutral)

Edit: I will now take character x character, character + character platonic stuff, aus (like, medevil bnha, or a story about friendship or enemies to friends or adoption, anything really), and stuff like that

Current hyperfixation (aka, what I will probably write better for/ do more): dream smp

Will probably put the scenario in a non specific arc

Fairy Tail:

Natsu

Gray

Loke/leo

Laxus

Sting

Rouge

Gajeel

Zeref

Jellal

Jackal

Lucy

Levy

Juvia

Guildarts

Freed

Erza

DBH:

Connor

Hank

Markus

Gavin

nines

ATLA:

Aang

Zuko

Sokka

Katara

Toph

mai

ty lee

azula

BNHA:

Izuku

Katsuki

Shouto

Denki

Eijiro

Tenya

Toshinori

Shouta

hizashi

fumikage

neito

mirio

takami

hitoshi

inasa

Enji

keigo

rumi

momo

mina

ochaco

dabi

shigaraki

overhaul

sir nighteye

kurogiri

toga

twice

Inuyasha:

Inuyahsa

kagome

naraku

miroku

koga

sesshomaru

sango

BNA:

michiru

shirou

nazuna

alan

marie

pinga

Sherlock:

Sherlock

john

moriarty

mycroft

greg

molly

Harry potter:

harry

ron

hermione

draco

cedric

Black Butler:

ciel

sebastian

bard

finny

ash

claude

alois

triplets

william

grell

ronald

undertaker

joker

dagger

agni

soma

pluto

beast

lizzy

mey-rin

ran-mao

edward

aleistar

vincent

real ciel (I refer to him as astre tho)

snake

charles grey

charles phipps

gregory

cheslock

joanne

maurice

herman

clayton

lawrance

mcmillan

edgar

blavat

seiglinde

MLB:

Marinette/ladybug

adrien/chat noir

gabriel/hawkmoth

nathaniel

marc

luka

alya

nino

felix

bridgette

chloe

TPN:

emma

ray

norman

don

gilda

leslie

Undertale:

sans

papyrus

frisk

toriel

chara

asriel

asgore

grillby

gaster

mettaton

blooky 

AU’s- underfell, mafiatale, mafiafell, underswap, swapfell

Beastars:

legoshi

haru

louis

juno

gouhin

melon

Gravity falls:

dipper

mable

ford

wendy

robbie

bill

AU-reverse falls, monster falls

SVTFOE:

star

marco

tom

toffee

Hazbin:

alastor

angle dust

charlie

husk

vaggie

lucifer

val

vox

Pokemon:

Gladion

ash

clemont

serena

james

jesse

zeraora

lucario

mewtwo

zacian

zamazenta

literally any pokemon but those are my fave(and human versions ofc either is fine)

guzma

kukui

alain

lysandre

bede

hop

leon

milo

allister

raihan

marnie

piers

ACNH:

tom nook

raymond

lobo 

kabuki

lolly

marshal

Isabelle

redd

fang

Avengers:

tony

steve

bucky

clint

natasha

dr. strange

thor 

loki

peter

Voltron:

lance

keith

shiro

hunk

lotor

pidge

Aggretsuko:

tadano

haida

hyoudou

The hobbit:

literally JUST smaug

MLP:

twilight

pinkie

apple jack

rainbow

fluttershy

rarity

discord

Maid sama:

takumi

misaki

shoichiro

the three idiots

aoi (totaly gives off a ciel/lizzy vibe don’t even lie)

sotaro

tora

kanade

kuga

koma

yujiro

shosei

Naruto:

naruto

sauske

kakashi

itachi

gaara

neji

shikamaru

kurama

kiba

OHSHC:

tamaki

haruhi

hikaru

karou

both twins

kyoya

hunny

mori

kasanoda

nekosawa

Cells at work:

white blood cell

red blood cell

killer t cell

Little witch academia:

atsuko

diana

sucy

lotte

amanda

andrew

louis

frank

Pucca:

pucca

garu

tobe

abyo

Glitter force:

emily/Miyuki

kelsey/Akane

lily/Yayoi

april/Nao

chole/Reika

ulric/wolfrun

rascal

Glitter force doki doki:

ira

maya/Mana

rachel/Rikka

clara/Alice

mackenzie/Makoto

TMNT(2012):

leonardo

raphael

michelangelo

donatello

splinter

april

ROTG:

aster bunnymund

north

pitch

sandy

jack

tooth

Soul eater:

death the kid

soul 

black star

maka

stein

Aot:

levi

eren

armin

mikasa

jean

erwin

IT(2017):

pennywise

richie

beverly

eddie 

stanley

ben

bill 

henry

patrick

victor

belch

bowers gang

losers club

kamisama kiss:

nanami

tomoe

mizkui

kurama

otohiku

mikage

jiro

The outsiders:

dallas

darry

ponyboy

johnny

two-bit

steve

soda

Diabolik lovers:

shu

reiji

ayato

laito

kanato

subaru

yui

karlheinz

kou

azuza

carla

ruki

richter

yuma

shin

Hamilton:

alex

john

king george

george washington

lafayette

hercules

philip

aaron

thomas

Venom(2018):

eddie/venom

Tokyo mew mew:

ichigo

zakuro

tart

pie

Kisshu

Fran bow

Fran

remor

itward

mr. midnight

Steven universe

steven

connie

pearl

amethyst

larz 

sadie

garnet

lapiz

peridot

spinel

Haven't you heard i'm sakamoto

sakamota

Shou

Gargantia on the verdurous planet

ledo

amy

Animaniacs

yakko

wakko

dot

Over the garden wall

wirt

beast

Sonic

sonic

tails

knuckles

amy

shadow

Snow white with the red hair

Shirayuki

zen

obi

The sacrificial princess and the king of beasts(manga)

Leonhart

Sariphi

Lanteveldt

Anubis/Sirius

Jormungand

Fenrir

Nir

Joz

Ilya

Beetlejuice(musical)

beetlejuice

lydia

Creepypasta

Jeff the killer

slenderman

offenderman

trenderman

splenderman

ticci toby

masky

hoodie

BEN drowned 

eyeless jack

laughing jack

homicidal liu

zalgo

clockwork

Jason the toymaker

puppeteer

Yu-gi-oh

Seto Kaiba

FNAF

Freddy

bonnie

chica

foxy

golden freddy

toy freddy

toy bonnie

toy chica

mangle (male and female ver pls specify)

marionette ^

springtrap

william afton/ purple guy

baby

funtime freddy

ennard

nightmare freddy

nightmare bonnie

nightmare chica

nightmare foxy

nightmare mangle

fredbear

nightmare fredbear

Cuphead

cuphead

mugman

devil

king dice

Bendy and the ink machine

bendy

boris

alice 

Duck tales

Scrooge (aged down tho)

webby

della

donald

louie

dewey

huey

launchpad

lena

Dream smp

everyone (all platonic. Will do reader stuff, but would prefer more character +character interactions, specifically, SBI. PLSSS give me sbi stuff, ill marry you)

#anime #the outsiders #kamisama kiss #it 2017 #aot #tpn #fairy tail #bna #bnha #mha #soul eater #rotg #tmnt 2012 #glitter force #glitter force doki doki #pucca #little witch academia #my little pony #mlp #my hero academia #boco no hero academia #the promised neverland #cells at work #naruto #ohshc #ouran high school host club #maid sama #the hobbit #aggretsuko #beastars

[the-writing-mobster]

@fransweek The prompt was flirt! Here's an excerpt from my Mafiafell story still in the works.

”The House Painter “excerpt:

Hungover. That was how she felt. She hadn't completely scrubbed away the mascara now staining her face. 

She rubbed her eyes and sighed. She needed a coffee… and there was no way she was going to make it herself. Walking to the little diner at the end of the block would be a nice breath of fresh air. She lived far away from the burlesque theater. No one would recognize her. Hopefully no men would grab her. 

Pulling on a loose, coral, drop waist dress and hiding her dark, unkempt bob with a cap to match, she was out the door. 

She hoped no one would bother her. Not with her stained face and red, puffy cheeks. She couldn't even remember crying herself to sleep, but she was increasingly aware that she must've done just that. It's a fact, Frisky. You're pathetic. 

Frisk left her small, modest apartment. A group of little girls were playing hopscotch on the sidewalk. She smiled, a skip to her step. She remembered hopscotch. The innocent memory lifted her spirits a little. 

The diner bell rang and she hummed along. She felt real in that little diner. No stage makeup. No glittery plastic diamonds covering her exposed body. No rowdy men. No. Here, there was just Annie, Bob, and the old men who liked to tell war stories and proverbs. She liked it at the diner. 

She froze. 

There was a new presence. There was a new person in the diner. No. That wasn't a person. Not in the way she knew it. 

She blinked. Tall, at least six feet and eleven inches. Wide… not fat, but he had a girth to him unseen in human men. Muscular… a black button up rolled up to this man's forearms. Revealing bone. His head was a skull. There was a shadow of something dangerous hanging onto him. 

Frisk shot fervent glances around the diner as she edged herself inside. She couldn't believe it. A monster. An actual monster. 

Now, she had lived in Ebbot for a long time. She may have been an immigrant, but Ebbot had become her city. Her dirty little city filled with all her broken dreams. However, in her long time in Ebbot City, a city known for monsters… she had only ever seen one or two, from far away. Never… never up close and personal.

She was shaking. Was she shaking? Oh God she was shaking. She began to second guess her visit to the diner. Maybe she would go back to her apartment and make herself coffee. Her eyes darted back to the door, then back to the monster. You've come this far… how rude would it be if you just walked in, saw a monster, and walked out? You're better than that.  

Frisk swallowed her resolve and sat far away, in the corner of the bar. She spared a curious look at him from under her thick lashes. She quickly looked away when his red eyelights slid over to meet her gaze. Oh God I hope he didn't see me starin'... 

How long had he been there? 

“Hey! I don't remember lettin' monsters in my diner,” barked the owner, Bob. Frisk startled at the gruff greeting… hardly a greeting. The monster glared across at him. 

“Oh. How silly of me. I didn't see a sign… Thought there were finally some sensible folk… guess I was wrong,” he growled. Frisk glanced at him, then at the window. No sign. No sign barring black people, or monsters. It was a clean window. It was why Frisk liked this diner. 

She glanced back at Bob and she frowned. The man might have been a scary sight but… she began to think of her own experiences. How would she feel if she was treated with disdain because of her work? If people found out… Her soul burst with empathy, a red glow showing through her dress and she shot up. 

“Wait! No, no… no, Bob no. He's right. There wasn't a sign,” she argued. The skeleton shot her a look, his eyes widening a bit. Bob also sent a warning look at her, but it only made her soul glow a bit brighter. 

“We have the right to refuse service to—”

“—I want him here, hm? What about that? I'll never eat here again if you do this, and you know how well I tip,” she threatened. The monster seemed to shrink the more they argued, sending fervent looks at her. Confused looks. Shocked looks… grateful looks. 

The monster watched her. Watched her as she leaned against the counter and spoke sweetly, firmly, eyelashes batting, hips swaying like some kind of siren. He didn't even know if it was intentional… He definitely wasn't complaining. He glanced up at the owner and grinned when he saw the flustered look on his face. 

“Fine Frisk… only for you… Dammit… You better not scare away any of my customers!” spat Bob as he went back to the kitchen. The skeleton narrowed his eye sockets as he watched him leave. Ass. 

Frisk gave a small sigh and sat back down, going back to reading the menu, covering her face and trying not to dart cautious looks at the monster. He was still terrifying… and he was a man… what if he took her act of kindness as a ticket to harass her? That had happened to her plenty of times. 

A silence enveloped the diner. She couldn't help but glance at him and every time she did, she could see him innocently lift his head and eyes. He didn't talk to her. A part of her was silently grateful. 

She had her coffee. He had a slice of pie. She tried not to watch him eat it with fascination. This was by far the most interesting thing to ever happen to her… and that was saying something. 

She wrestled herself away from the counter to use the ladies room, a part of her a little worried he would be gone by the time she came back. She stopped herself. Stupid. Yet, she couldn't stop herself from shooting another hidden look at him before she left. A blush spread across her face when he winked. Fuck!

After washing her hands, she composed herself enough not to race out to make sure he hadn't slipped away. Sure enough, he was still there, tapping his skeletal fingers on the countertop. 

She glanced down as she took her seat to see a folded napkin. That wasn't there before. Frisk tried to be as discreet as possible as she unfolded the napkin. She could almost feel the skeleton's gaze shifting on and off of her. Almost feel that skull grin widen. 

“Pie thank you for doing that. I hope this isn't too corny, but I crust anyone with your kind of integrity to like bad jokes. Anyway, name's Sans, Sans the skeleton.” 

Frisk snorted with laughter and immediately hid her mouth with the palm of her hand. She didn't dare look at him. That's really sweet… 

She tried to hide her smile as she grabbed a pen and slowly began to think up a good response. 

Sans the Skeleton watched her with gentle curiosity as she wrote back to him. This was just too cute. He didn't deserve this at all. Why was she being so nice? Why did he write a note on a napkin for fuck's sake? He felt like an idiot… but that little hidden laugh? He didn't know her name but he was starting to believe in love at first sight. 

She glanced up with a blush and tried to act as aloof as possible as she scooted over one seat closer to him and slid the napkin to him. She quickly recoiled back to her seat as if he'd bite and he didn't blame her one bit. 

His mouth was full of sharp fangs, he was big, monstrous and smelled like smoke. Not cigar smoke either. Fire. He'd sit far away from him too. 

Slowly, he opened the napkin and tried to fight the grin growing on his face. 

“It's slice to meet you, Sans.”  

Sans snickered at her little joke. That was good… it was rare to find such a kindred spirit in the marketplace of humor. He spared another hidden look at her. He was starting to grow fond of the Sunlight district… 

The napkin was running out of room on the side he'd been using. He flipped it over and clicked his pen, tried not to notice the excited shift of her cute, little body as he did so. He also tried to ignore the ugly looks being sent their way, but that was something he was a bit more hyper aware of. It took everything in him not to snarl at them to fuck off into oblivion. 

Frisk was inwardly squealing with delight as he flicked the napkin to her. It took everything in her to keep composed as she coyly sent him a look and then delicately unfolded the napkin. Her eyes wandered the diner as she tried her best not to appear too interested, but she was dying to read what he read. 

“Stop or I might start pie-ning.” 

She blushed, a small giggle escaping her lips. She had never interacted with a man like this. At least not since primary school, and even that wasn't nearly as sweet as this… to think it was a monster who would approach her like this. She bit her lip to hide her smile and glanced back at him. And she had been scared… 

He was battling with himself not to look at her. She was so cute. Her puns, her smile, those eyes that stole coy little looks at him. Her dress was cute, and her hair, messy. There was something wrong about her though. Streaks of mascara… puffy red eyes. Those had started to fade but the smudged makeup remained. Was she ok? 

“Okey dokey, Ms. De Là Noir, ready for your bill?” asked a plump woman with a kind face. Annie. Frisk smiled at her and reached for her pur— Her… Frisk's head jerked about frantically as she searched for her purse. Fuck… Fuck I left my purse! She thought, her face paling with fear. 

“I'll take care of it,” the rumble of the skeleton's deep growl of a voice startled Frisk out of her panic. She looked up at him with surprise as he moved a bit closer to her. Annie sent him a fearful look and gave a curt nod. 

“Oh no, you don't have to—”

“—Nah, I got it, it's ok. Put it on my bill,” he growled with a firm look. 

“Of course,” murmured Annie as she darted to the back. 

The two sat in utter, dumbfounded silence. 

He didn't know what came over him. He had never offered to pay for someone before, but she was honest to God the most charming person he had met in a long time… and she had stood up for him, it was the least he could do. 

Frisk stared at her lone mug of coffee. A new fear began to creep into her mind. He offered to pay for her. She should've fought that harder. The last time a man had paid for her, he harassed her for sexual favors. Only because she had accidentally let slip she was a vaudeville dancer and… the implications of that. Of course when she had refused. She winced as her eye ached with phantom pain. She got off lucky… 

She sent a small, fearful look at Sans. He was bigger than that man. He looked stronger. He was a monster so she knew he had magic. He was a reaper so she knew even for a monster, he was powerful. 

But he just smiled kindly, as kindly as one could with sharp fangs and black eye sockets only lit by pricks of red light. 

“Thank you…” she murmured hesitantly. He shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Just returnin' the favor, kiddo,” he said. Something about the word kiddo put her at ease, but she didn't know why. 

Soon the bill came and he paid for both of them. He stood up and sent her another look. Is he leaving? She couldn't help but feel disappointed. 

He placed his black trilby on his skull and winked at her. 

“I'll miss you a latte,” he quipped one last time and she pursed her lips to hide her smile; she couldn't hide her blush. Before she could say another word, he was out the door. She looked back down at the napkin. 

“Stop or I might start pie-ning.” 

She couldn't help but give a girlish giggle as she neatly folded the napkin and carefully slid it into her dress pocket. 

Yes she definitely liked the diner… it made her feel real again. Real and sweet… real and delighted. Made her feel like she was more than burlesque. 

#wdyw #underfell #underfell frans #fransweek #flirting #lowkey awkward flirting #napkin letters #fanfic #mobfell #mafia au #underfell sans #underfell frisk #mafiafell sans #my art #my writing

[wishingstarinajar]

Meow~

#undertale au #Q and A #mafiafell #boss mafiafell #fang mafiafell #wings #doomfanger #what will you do fanfic #mafiafell: what will you do #1920s #the orange one is my cat Atcham x'D #and my previous cat Wheatley is sitting in Wings' lap #that damn dish rack is the bane of my damn existence! #wish art

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

(It’s a newer ask so it’s not on a masterpost yet I think)

Could you do this ask but with the mafias (and if u want to add anyone else you can)

Mafiatale Sans - Oh, he's really up to this. First, because he wants to make sure S/O is not going to hurt his bro (even though you dating his brother is already kinda some sort of miracle), and second because he's desperate to embarrass his brother and tell you all his little dirty childhood secrets lol. He can be a little shit when he wants too, and he's far from shy about it. Creeper is not too happy about this when he finds out but, well, too bad.

Mafiatale Papyrus - This is so awkward. Creeper is following you, silently. He's not blinking. He's not talking either. He's starting to creep you out and you're not sure it's a good idea anymore. Demon warned you it was not the great idea you thought it will be but you didn't listen. You keep asking him things but he's not answering lol. He clearly doesn't want to be there, he's still following you only because he can't drive and you're the only one who can take him home.

Mafiafell Sans - He's so nervous about this. Fangs is a lot less reckless than Red can be. He doesn't understand what you want with him and he even took one of his dogs with him as moral support lol. He's relaxing as he starts to realize you're not here to scream at him for a random thing his brother said about him though. And that's actually kind of nice. Usually, he steps aside when his brother is in a relationship, but for the first time, he likes one of his brother's partners. He might even take you out somewhere a few days later if you want to. It was nice.

Mafiafell Papyrus - Uh... This is something lol. So you took Torpedo to Disneyland. He kinda thinks you hired him only to protect you so he's scaring everyone, children included. You can tell the staff members are very uncomfortable whenever you're entering an attraction, and he's stupidly tall in most of the attractions, which makes him somehow even scarier. You're not sure about this lol. You tried to buy him Mickey ears to make him look less scarier but somehow it's even worse now. At least, he seems to have a good time? You think??? Hel if you know, he's as expressive as a tree branch.

#mafiatale #mafiafell #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

[bigoltrashpile]

Vampires. All I need to say

YOU ARE SO RIGHT

Mafiatale Sans: He more or less lives life the same as normal Sans does.  Being lazy, taking lots of naps, drinking red liquids from ketchup bottles.  Really all that changes is that he does most of his deals at night and makes more vampire and blood related puns.  He’s pretty adept at hypnosis, and since he can teleport, he rarely turns into a bat unless it’s to sleep upside down.

Mafiatale Papyrus: He HATES that he can’t eat garlic.  Honestly, he’s a bit like a lactose intolerant person, in the fact that he mostly ignores the terrible rash that comes with garlic.  “AN ETERNAL LIFE WITHOUT GARLIC IS NOT AN ETERNAL LIFE WORTH NOT-LIVING!!!”  Other than that, he is SUPER dramatic about his vampireness, waving his cape around and laughing wickedly whenever he gets the chance.

Mafiaswap Sans (Lucky): If you thought he was sexy before, just WAIT until you see this bitch with fangs!  He definitely uses his vampirism to attract victims and bedmates alike, using his abilities to become almost irresistible.  He’s probably the most adept at hypnosis, which he is sure to only use on enemies.  He wouldn’t dream of forcing you to do anything you don’t want to!

Mafiaswap Papyrus (Slim): He’s definitely one of those nerdy vampires that can’t resist counting everything.  You know that Tumblr post floating around about how in some folklore, vampires just HAVE to count things?  That’s him.  He tries to avoid bags of rice.  Besides that, he’s definitely one of the most skilled fliers, and he uses that ability to get away from dangerous or awkward situations.

Mafiafell Sans (Butch): He really likes it, actually!  This makes him even sexier than he already was!  His teeth were already like fangs, so the only major difference is that his canines are a bit longer than normal.  He doesn’t quite go as edgy as his brother, but he still adopts the vampire aesthetic in his daily life.  He doesn’t own a cape though, so when his brother insists on him being dramatic, he’ll just tie his suit coat around his shoulders and call it good.

Mafiafell Papyrus (Noir): He’s honestly a bit of a vampire already.  I mean, he’s certainly edgy enough.  He has the full vampire aesthetic going on, gargoyles, spires, stained glass, sleeping in a coffin, etc.  He has a wide variety of capes that he enjoys wearing whenever he has the chance.  He also loves to use his fangs to tease you, grazing them over your neck and grinning wickedly whenever he has the chance.

Mafiaswapfell Sans (Scar): He’s pretty terrifying, to be honest.  Definitely the scariest vampire on this list.  I mean, just imagine the last sight his victims see.  The tall, strong form of Scar emerging from the darkness, fangs glinting in the moonlight and one eye glowing a bright purple.  Anyone would shit their pants.  He doesn’t feed often, but when he does, he does it well, making sure there’s no evidence.

Mafiaswapfell Papyrus (Hound): He loves reading cheesy vampire romance novels.  It’s a guilty pleasure of his.  He also gets jokingly offended when vampires are described badly, as “demons” or “undead monsters.”  I mean, that last one is true, but it’s still offensive!  He sometimes helps his brother with his hunts, but most of the time, he just picks up someone at a bar and drinks from them in a back alley, and then wipes their memory.  He has to admit though, the hunting is much more satisfying.

#my garbage #writing #sans #papyrus #undertale #undertale imagines #vampire au #mafiatale #mafiaswap #mafiafell #mafiaswapfell

[mystery-fic-anon]

Bet on it

Happy belated birthday @silverryu25!!!

WARNINGS: This has some pretty heavy stuff, including human trafficking, implied rape/noncon, and drugging (Red is not a bad guy, but the other mafia guys are)

Summary: When Red heard that there were monsters being auctioned off at a casino, he knew he had to go check it out.

Thanks to @nugget4550 for beta reading this!

This is based off of @zwagyzonk’s bara mafiafell red and sans, so go check them out for more!

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24113152?view_adult=true

As funny as it may seem to some, Red was a mafioso with a moral compass. Just because he was a—heh—monster, most other criminals assumed that he didn’t have a soul at all. Sure, he could kill another gangster in cold blood, but you had to draw the line somewhere you know? He couldn’t keep all the other gangsters in the city from doing it, but he never dirtied his hands with human trafficking or anything to do with kids.

So when he got the news that one of the casinos that he frequented was holding a… ‘special’ gambling night with living prizes, he’d wondered if he should take his business elsewhere. At the very least, he was ready to firmly decline the invitation. Luckily, when he had shaken the local network he had heard the rumour that there might be monsters as well as humans up for grabs.

Red hated human trafficking, but he knew he had to go. If someone else was snatching monsters and selling them, he needed to find out about it now. He couldn’t risk the already-tiny population of monsters in Ebott shrinking even more. Red would probably justify it later by saying that he was just scoping out threats. Besides, if there were less monsters then wouldn’t the humans be able to easily figure out who was running the new mob racket?

Edge would understand Red’s actions, he always did. Red didn’t need anyone else’s opinion. He was just going to show up, try and win any monsters back, and fuck off again.

So, on the night of the event Red put on his best suit, polished his golden fang until it was gleaming, and told Edge not to wait up for him. Edge looked skeptically at him, but didn’t stop brushing Doomfanger. Red knew better than to take Edge’s sports car, so there was no need to get up.

Red took one of the discreet cars, with mirrored licence plates that wouldn’t be picked up by any street cameras. He made sure to put a bottle of water and small blanket into the dash compartment, for easy access. The gun was in its usual place just under the steering wheel; a last resort weapon. Everything was ready.

The drive took a bit longer than usual, but Red was certain that he didn’t have any tails when he pulled up to the casino. He drove right by the valet standing at the front, heading into the parking garage himself. He parked on the second floor of the structure, in a discreet spot where one of the overhead fluorescents had gone out. Better to be safe than sorry.

He walked right through the front door, nodding once to security. They didn’t seem too pleased with his presence, but they didn’t move to stop him. Must have gotten his RSVP.

Red had been to the back room for a few discreet games of poker before, so he knew exactly where to go. There was even more security by the door, but they stepped aside he walked up to them. That was the handy thing about being a seven foot tall skeleton monster: everyone who saw him knew exactly who he was, no ID needed.

There were about ten humans dressed in suits sitting around a table, with the dealer in the middle. It seemed like cards was the game tonight, and Red had arrived a bit late. One lucky guy was raking in the chips, while a scantily dressed girl was led out of the room. She must have been the real prize they were playing for.

Red felt a bit sick to his stomach, and he was glad he hadn’t eaten anything before coming here. He’d heard the trafficking scene was bad, but to watch these prisoners being giving away like they were nothing was awful. His grin tightened a bit, and he walked stiffly over to the table.

“Hey guys, mind if I join?” Red asked sarcastically, already pulling up a chair and sitting down between two of the humans.

The sleaze-ball who invited him gave Red the biggest grin, nodding to him from across the table. “Good to see you, Red.”

“Good to be here. Let’s get the party started.” Red pulled a bar of gold out from his inventory, and the dealer placed a stack of chips in front of him in return.

He effortlessly slipped on his usual mobster mask, acting like none of this phased him. Yep, just a normal Tuesday night, participating in human trafficking. He watched as another human was led out, a skinny little thing. Some of the men put one chip—probably worth about 2000, if memory served him correctly—out on the table to start.

It was depressingly easy to sit back, shaking his head every time the dealer turned to him. Most of the humans would bet on every single being that went up, but a few of them abstained like Red did. They must be the real kingpins of this business; only the desperate jumped at every buying opportunity.

Red studied the men around him, taking in their faces. Some of them had decent poker faces, but almost all of them had tells. Their fleshy faces twitched too much; Red could keep his bone completely settled and smooth no matter what his cards were. He didn't care to listen in on any of their quiet conversations, so he pretended that he was zoning out until the door opened once more.

His breath caught in his throat as the monster was finally brought out. He was a skeleton, and the bastards hadn’t even bothered with clothes. Red glanced at his bare pelvis for a moment, before looking up at the skeleton’s face. They were blindfolded, and their wrists and ankles were cuffed. Judging from the scuff marks on their bones they must have given the kidnappers hell, and Red was already proud. He just hoped there was still some of that spitfire left after he won the monster; the boss could always use another set of helping hands.

He deliberately picked up a single chip, and placed it on the table in front of him. The dealer looked at him with a bit of surprise, and whispers rose around the table. Red just gave them his best shark grin, waiting to see if anyone would object.

“Figures the monster wants his own kind.” One of the men spat off to the side, his lip curling with disgust. Good, let him be disgusted if it would keep him away from the poor skeleton.

There was no point in putting up a fight about a comment like that. Even in the mob, anti-monster discrimination ran deep. Red just quietly looked at his face, memorizing it for later. If this guy was worth anything, Red would get the chance to meet him again and teach him a lesson about monsters.

The guy next to him plunked his own chip down on the table, grinning smugly at Red. “Yeah, well I want a piece of that too.”

The dealer had mostly stuck with traditional poker variations, so Red was a bit surprised when he began dealing blackjack. It was just Red and the lone human playing, and the dealer mechanically gave each of them a hand, then set out one for himself. There was no second chances here, it was bang or bust.

Red just barely tilted his cards up, looking down at them. The ace of spades was showing, with a seven of clubs sitting underneath. Not a winning hand by any stretch of the imagination. The guy to his right had a four showing, and the dealer had a queen. Still, Red knew he couldn’t rely on an eighteen to win, and he couldn’t afford to lose to these fuckers.

It was time to switch things up a bit. In Underfell cheating was just a part of the game, as long as you didn’t get caught. Red’s emotionless stare lingered on his hand, and he summoned a tiny bit of magic into the tips of his phalanges. He’d stolen a deck of cards from every casino in the area, so it was easy for him to switch out his seven for the jack of clubs. It wasn’t a perfect blackjack, but it was as near close as Red could realistically get.

“Hit.” The man next to him didn’t bother hiding a smirk as he got a seven, subtly tipping up his cards again as if double-checking that he’d counted right. He plunked down another three chips in the middle, and Red immediately called his bet.

Red rested his fingers over the cards when the dealer turned to him, shaking his head a bit. “Stay.”

The dealer stayed as well, and Red tried not to grin. He had this in the bag. He added another ten chips in the final round of betting, pleased to see that the others called his bet. He had his eyes on the prize, but it never hurt to make a bit of extra cash.

Sure enough, he’d won by a landslide. The smug better had only managed to come up with nineteen, and the dealer had hilariously stopped at a seventeen. Red had figured it wouldn’t be that hard to con a bunch of humans, but this was almost too good.

The host tried to smile, gesturing for the dealer to begin shuffling the cards. “Don’t worry folks, we still have plenty of nice humans up for grabs. Shall we deal a new game?” He snapped his fingers, gesturing for the guards to bring in the next scantily-clad human.

One of the guards stepped up next to Red, speaking quietly. Judging by the earpiece, he must have been one of the important ones. “If you’d like we can store your winnings for later, sir.”

“Nah, don’t bother. I’ve got everything I want.” Red gathered up his chips, putting them into his inventory for later. The resident scumbag tried not to frown at that, but he didn’t try and stop Red.”

“It would be best if you would bring your car around to the back, so we can hand off the merchandise directly.” The guard stepped away, keeping his hands folded behind his back as Red stood up.

“Good game fellas, hope we can see each other again sometime.” Red hoped the only time he saw these motherfuckers would be down the barrel of his gun, but it never hurt to pretend to be polite.

Red walked out of the casino feeling like a million bucks. He had all the info he needed to bring back for his bro, and he’d managed to easily pull the other monster out of those mobster’s clutches. He sent a quick text to Edge as he got back in the car, letting him know he was on his way home.

There was a waitress-looking girl waiting at the back of the building, and when Red rolled down the window enough for her to see his face she scurried back inside. He drummed his phalanges against the steering wheel, wondering if this was a set-up. Right as he was about to reach for his gun, the guards from earlier came out, carrying a small body between them. He unlocked the passenger’s side door, and they unceremoniously dropped the monster on to the seat.

Judging by the limpness, this “friendly skeleton” had been doped up good. Red pulled the blindfold off of them, letting their head loll back on to the seat as he started the engine. Thank the stars for tinted windows.

He only drove a few blocks; just far enough to be out of the casino’s range of surveillance. He carefully pulled over, wincing as their head still thunked against the window.

The blanket was more useful than Red hand anticipated; he wrapped the other skeleton in it, covering up their bare bones and keeping the seatbelt from chafing. He was surprised by how light they were; he could practically hoist them up with one hand. Their vertebrae were light and delicate, too smooth for a collar to have ever rested there.

He ran a quick check, his eyes widening as he saw the poor guy's stats. ‘Sans’ only had 0.8 HP, and a max of 1 HP. How the hell was he not dead yet? It was no wonder free EXP like this had been brought in; no collar meant that no one important would miss him.

Well, now he had someone to look out for him at least. Red might not be a great guy, but he wasn’t going to let Sans end up on the streets again. He started the car, and began the familiar winding road home.

Red kept one eyelight on the road, and the other one on his guest. Sans was buckled in, but Red still periodically checked to make sure he was just asleep and not actually dying. It would be a bitch to get this far only to have Sans croak before Red brought him home.

So, when Red saw some subtle shifting under the blanket, he had a feeling that he knew what was going on. Sans hadn’t turned on his eyelights yet, a move that would have fooled any human into thinking he was still unconscious. Too bad that Red was smarter than that.

He waited until they were stopped at a light, turning a bit to face Sans as he spoke. “I wouldn’t try that if I were you,” Red said, trying not to chuckle as Sans jumped. “Come on, hand it over.” He held out his hand, waiting patiently.

Sans visibly hesitated, but then one small had slowly crept out of the blanket. He dropped a small, sharpened bit of plastic into Red’s hand, and slumped back in his seat. “Can ya blame a guy for trying?”

“Nah, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna let ya do it.” Red quickly peeked into his inventory, pulling out a juice box right as the light turned green. “Here, drink this. It’ll help with the headache.”

“You been drugged before?” Sans asked, wincing as his mind seemed to catch up with his mouth. Probably still feeling the after-effects, then.

“Heh, you don’t even wanna know kid.” Red’s smile tightened a bit, and he pressed down a bit harder on the gas pedal. The needle on the speedometer crept up to exactly ten miles above the speed limit, and Red kept it steady. It would be hard to explain the naked skeleton in his front seat if he was pulled over, and Sans might try and run to the police for help.

Thankfully, Sans seemed to know when to drop a topic. Red had never been one for pointless chatter, even if he had a captive audience, so he stayed quiet. The rest of the drive was spent in silence, with Red mainly focusing on the road while Sans stared out the window.

Every time Red glanced over at him, Sans was staring out the window. His face  was periodically cast into shadow in between each streetlight, but his eyelights burned bright. Two pinpricks of white in the darkness that held a hell of a lot of determination. He was thinking hard about something, and Red wondered if some day he would be able to ask Sans what was on his mind.

For now, he decided to ask another question instead. “What’s yer name?”

Sans just gave Red a blank stare, and he nodded. Sans had just been through a lot of shit, so it made sense that he wouldn’t want to give out information about himself. It also seemed like a bad idea to say he'd checked Sans over while he slept, so Red didn’t bring it up.

“’S ok, you don’t gotta gimme one.” Red pressed a button, letting the hidden garage door open up. He pulled the car in, and killed the engine. “Ya can call me Red.”

“I wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you, Red.” Sans had a tiny, brittle smile on his face, like a sweeter version of Red’s own menacing grin.

Red would be damned if he said he didn’t find the little runt cute. He knew it was way to soon to make a move and he barely knew the guy, but Sans was pleasant to look at. Red had to keep his cool though; they had business to get to. He killed the engine, then turned around in his seat to face Sans.

“A’right, here’s how this is gonna go down: you’ll be staying with me and the boss for a few days. After that we can help ya get back to yer normal life, but for now it’s better to lay low in case the guys I bought you from are watchin’. There’s a guest bedroom, but it ain’t got a lock on the door. Ya can also take my bed if ya want, and I’ll sleep in the guest bedroom.” Red paused for a second, watching Sans. He still seemed a bit out of it, but he nodded as if he understood, so Red continued. “There’s three rules around here: don’t hurt the cat, don’t talk back to boss, and don’t leave a mess anywhere except in my bedroom. Ya got it?”

Sans nodded again, but his smile was a bit pinched.  He took in a deep breath, as if steadying himself. “Can I call someone?”

Red would run the idea by Edge just in case, but he couldn’t see anything wrong with it. As long as Sans stayed inside the house, it would be fine. “Yeah, probably. I’ll go get you a burner phone tomorrow, ‘kay?”

He unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car before Sans could ask for anything else. He waited patiently for Sans to gather himself, his head turned to the front. He kept watching Sans out of the corner of his eye, hoping that the illusion of privacy would help a bit.

Sans rearranged his blanket toga, and then carefully stepped out of the car. Red leaned over to close the car door, forcing Sans to take a step back. It was a bit cramped, so Red had to scoot to the side to let Sans pass. Sans seemed hesitant to step closer, so Red decided to make a joke to try and settle the atmosphere.

“Relax. We don’t usually bite.” Red winked at Sans, and his soul skipped a beat as a faint blue blush crept over Sans’ cheekbones.

As Red watched Sans walk over to the inside door, he knew that he was in for a lot more trouble than he had originally bargained for. He had done the exact opposite of what he’d taught Edge: he had gone and gotten himself a pretty little liability. He knew he probably wouldn’t be able to keep Sans forever, but he hoped that for once in his life he could do some good for someone else.

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Contract {Mafiafell} Lore Post

🌼Howdy! I have had this itch to write up something that has been stewing in my brain for months. I know for a fact that you all enjoy my personal universe lore posts and I am sorry I have not done them in a bit. I haven’t been able to draw so that has prevented me from typing them up. That said I really enjoy these so I am going to do them anyway and add the visuals later! I hope that is alright with you all. Now that we got that disclaimer out of the way... there is a lot to get through sooooo let’s jump right in!  *Due to this being a hellish lore there may be triggering or disturbing material ahead. Please be mindful of the warning! Thanks!

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Universe type: MafiaFELL

Relationships: Red, Frisk, Gered 

Alternate “Nicknames” Info: 

Red: Cuban

Boss: Luciano 

Gered: Costello

(Various others)

Main Plot Synopsis: During the era of the 1920s and set within a film noir aesthetic. Frisk is a small PI (Private Investigator) hurting for cash and jobs in the big city. In an effort to make a better name for herself she begins to investigate the rise of crime and strange occurrences happening around her. There are suspicious disappearances, missing person reports, and extra violence that couldn’t be missed by human eyes, right? It just does not seem to add up. Determined and with nothing to lose she is able to put together a series of connections by using some none too savory contacts. 

She finds out that the potential epicenter of these events is tied to owners of one of the swankiest and popular clubs in town. It is also suspected that it is a speakeasy but that is not what has drawn her attention. It would appear that the family running the place has been a mystery to nearly everyone even though they have been around longer than they can recall. No one knows what the owners look like. It is all highly speculative. Photographic proof says otherwise as she tends to find a set of figures at each scene. They wear impeccable pinstripe suits and fedoras but... it could be anyone, right?

Regardless of the information that she has collected, she decides to go undercover to the club, Ossibus Ignem (Fire and Bone in Latin), in order to confirm her suspicions. She decides that auditioning for one of their most prized gigs is a good way to get into their inner circle and perhaps get a glimpse of her potential employers. Frisk wants the truth and nothing but the truth even though this plan is incredibly risky. Even if the brothers, as she finds out later, are not the cause of these events they could still be nefarious. No one likes a spy, especially one within their inner circle.

As she enters she realizes that it is packed like the rumors have told her. She does not get out much due to her job but she is dressed to the 9s in a beautiful dress of the time ready to put her plan into effect. Instead of waiting around she heads to the bar where she is spotted by the seemingly charismatic bartender which she manages to strike up a conversation with. She tries to pick his brain over a drink that he generously slides her way. It would seem that the establishment is already breaking the laws of prohibition. That much is already confirmed.  So how have they not been caught?  

He seems like the friendly sort, platinum blonde hair and a dazzling smile. Frisk being a PI calls into question how perfect he actually looks but puts the thought off. She could have sworn his eyes were far more vibrant gold than what was humanly possible. When she glances at him again however they appear to be light brown instead. Things are already strange as she continues to speak with him only to find out that he is, in fact, one of the brothers that work at the club. It turns out to be a family business. He introduces himself as Gered Fontaine.

Eventually, their conversation is cut short by Gered taking her to the back of the house where presumably his brother is waiting for her to do her little gig. She paces back and forth nervously in her dressing room only to not watch where she is going, running into a tall individual. His pinstripe suit, fedora, and bright red tie cause her to pause only to be greeted with a shiny golden toothed smile. The strange thing about it is that it is shaped into a fang/ canine tooth. It is a little off-putting but the stranger introduces himself as the younger brother of the group, Cuban Fontaine.

Someone that she had no doubt is in all the photographs that she had collected. Ultimately he seems nice enough telling her that if she needs anything to let him know and to take her time with her audition. He does appear to have a mischievous flirty side to him especially with her which she tries to distance herself from. He does not make that easy as she can tell he has already taken an interest in her. 

She performs and it would seem that she has a pretty singing voice that leaves the entire crowd roaring in applause. This obviously catches the eyes of the brothers who are now more than interested in her and she gets the gig. Other than a few of the accidental slip-ups the boys seem fine with her being around them. She doesn’t pose any threat. After all, she is only human.

Frisk begins to enjoy her undercover position but finds herself slipping further and further away from her original objective. The Fontaine family put her up in the loft above the club and treat her well. She learns more about them and more about the family itself. They are pretty open with what they do not even hiding the crime lord status that they are under. Being associated with the brothers is dangerous and therefore they want to make sure she understands what it means to be under the name of Fontaine. 

She is surprised by their honesty and immediately they gain her trust and vice versa. That is until she realizes why she is there in the first place. After one of her performances, she manages to get into one of the boy's rooms, snooping around. Only not to find what she would be expected of a bunch of crime mafiosos. Instead, she finds arcane symbols, tomes, and various other occult items that would lead her to the conclusion that they are in fact dealing with something far beyond the mortal realm. At least that is what she thinks. 

Only to find a secret room with even more concerning items. One such item is a series of documents showing the various victims she had been investigating. On top of that information, she finds even darker dealings than she suspected and papers scrawled with a script she has never seen before. As she turns to leave the room she freezes to hear Cuban’s deep baritone of a voice. He is none too thrilled as he interrogates her but she can’t see his face. All she can feel are skeletal like claws at her shoulders. It’s all in her head, right?

When he turns her around she is faced with Cuban looking quite human explaining to her the predicament she now finds herself. As her confusion grows he keeps her cornered only to be given two choices. One is that she binds her soul to him in the form of a contract and the other, death. Obviously, she chooses to live which Cuban is delighted by. After this event she is able to see the true forms of all the demons in the club, having a panic moment seeing them mingling so easily with unsuspecting humans. Cuban, Luciano, and Gered are the most terrifying being skeleton looking demons. From then on she works in the club learning more and more about their true selves. 

Frisk’s Contract: 

 Frisk’s soul is unique as it appears to be linked to the past ancestry of mages. Due to this her soul is far more powerful and can utilize more of their own abilities. The first contract she ends up bound to is Cubans. In exchange for her life as well as their own protection of her, she works at the club as their little songbird. She becomes an undercover agent to infiltrate the boy's enemies or rivals since the human soul has the ability to mask demonic presence. This deal gives her more than she bargains for like gaining some of Red’s abilities. She ends up with a second contract to Gered for other reasons (spoiler). In addition to using these abilities, the contractee also is able to wield the demon's weapon of choice. Each one corresponds to a specific demon. The higher level the demon the more powerful.

Reds:

(Weapon: Beast- skeletal magic fire beast claws) 

(Primary Familiar form: Cat) 

1. Teleportation 

2. Gravity/levitation 

3. Hypnotic/manipulative song magic 

4. Beast summoning (aka Gaster Blasters) 

5. Being able to read the thoughts and souls of others 

Gereds: 

(Weapon: Reaper- A skeletal scythe with a blade made of magic) (Primary Familiar form: Raven) 

1. Silver tongue- able to talk anyone into anything 

2. The ability to see through the eyes of the dead 

3. Inhuman agility

4. Second life 

5. Dark magic/ curses/hexes/corruption

Fusion: 

Fusion is an interesting scenario since Frisk is contracted to not one but two princes of Hell. She gains many abilities and one of those is being able to fuse her mage soul with that of her demonic counterpart(s) creating a fusion of herself and their own hellish forms. The soul, however, can only stand so much and if it goes beyond its limit the human soul could be damaged permanently. This form is dangerous for any human soul.

Hiding in Plain Sight:

One of the reasons that humans are none the wiser is due to the fact that the demons use magical glamorous to appear human as well. They can also manipulate the mind through abilities like compulsion or illusion. The only humans that would be able to see through this guise are humans that are mages or ones with strong souls. Those that are contracted also are able to see through these guises if they so choose. It can be overwhelming at first.

Frisk’s Ancestry /The Mages: 

Humans in this universe do not believe in the existence of monsters very much like our own world. They are nothing but stories and myths. Demons are the exact same. There is a story that may allude to the fact that demons were created from monsters as punishment for humanity's evil. That is neither confirmed or denied. What is known is that demons used to walk the surface regularly a long time ago.

Humans in their quest for power made contracts with these creatures in exchange for their souls, something that demons covet to gain more power themselves. Those that made these contracts became mages, having demonic magic infused within their very being. As every demon is unique so were the souls. The mages were formed after 7 survivors managed to break their contracts retaining the magic within their souls. As they began to have children that magic too was passed down. Humans with any type of magic are extraordinarily rare and one mage soul can rival over 1000 regular human souls. Frisk appears to have a connected blood relation to one of these surviving lines.

A Hellish Civil Battleground: 

The truth of what is going on the surface can be summed up as a demonic civil war. The hierarchy of Hell dictates that the most powerful of demonkind are the elite and as with any type of power it is highly coveted. There are three categories of demons in order of hierarchy.

The seraphim (aka Princes/King)- The royalty of Hell. These are demons you do not want to mess with. The elite. In total there is a prince for one of the seven kingdoms of Hell. There are also uncrowned princes as well. These demons can do as they please and enjoy their revelry up on the surface. 

Imps (Monsters)- born denizens of Hell that can keep a foothold on the surface for only a short time. They need a bind such as a contract to keep a presence. The soul determines power/magic. They have to be summoned and contracted or else they are banished back to Hell. They can also possess human bodies but the body will start to degrade and decay after some time. 

Changelings (Humans)- changelings are demons stuck in Hell and can never set foot on the surface. They are most typically souls that were broken in the firey pit and twisted into demons themselves. Hell’s royalty does not want to destroy the surface. In fact, they rather enjoy it, though they can make contracts it is more for amusement then power. It is said that demons consume souls to fill the emptiness they once lost but that could just be a myth. It is a fact, however, that the consumption of human souls will give them power. They do not wish to scare off potential delicious human souls so they do not senselessly cause havoc or if they do they clean up their mess.

*The imps are why they are in the city. Their job is to keep them in line but unfortunately, the Imps have started to go rogue and have no regard for rules or order. They have been making contracts with one human to keep a foothold on the surface only to slaughter others mindlessly and causing havoc. This makes it difficult for humans to want to contract for fear of being slaughtered as well as beginning to shift the balance of power. The imps are gaining more and more power due to the souls they are now consuming at an alarming rate. The king is none too pleased hence the Princes being tasked to clean up the surface. It just so happens it is during the era of the ’20s. Making them into mafia crime lords.

How to Break or Nullify a Contract:

Each contract formed is by a person to person basis but there are some things that can break or nullify the contract. 

 1. The demon no longer desires the soul- Rare but possible. If the demon contracted no longer wants the soul they can break the contract if they so wish but that means that the human's magic will still be maintained and able to be passed to their children. 

 2. The human is killed before the stipulations of the contract are fulfilled.

 3. The demon violates the contract set forth. 

 4. The human soul is no longer classified as human.

*note the way that Hell works and functions follows my own Hell lore. A post that I will make shortly and is an addendum to this world I have created. 

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