#MF sans

[sovlstr]

Maria Giovanni x Sans Gaster 🤍🥀🦴// Click for better quality)

(IB the sonic + amy plushie trend)

[angelbitezzz]

Man.... Do I want her or do I wanna be her?

[rainysquiggles]

Store Worker: Would a Mr. Gaster please come to the front desk?

MF Gaster, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem?

Store Worker: points to MF Sans, MF papyrus and Y/N

Store Worker: I believe they belong to you?

MF Sans, MF Papyrus and Y/N , simultaneously: We got lost :(

MF Gaster: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me-

[darkpetal16]

Devlog - Update 06-28-2023 for Ch7

Chapter 1 - Mundane

Chapter 2 - Dreaming of You

Chapter 3 - In This City

Chapter 4 - A New Boss

Chapter 5 - One. Two. Three. 

Chapter 6 - Lessons

Chapter 7 - Detective Peterson

Chapter 7 has been published.

[anneimaginesundertale]

S/O out of town with Smiley

"I miss you," you said, trailing a finger along the edge of the hotel blanket.

"Miss you too, sweetheart," Smiley said. "Ya sure ya don't want me there with ya? I can be there like that." He snapped his fingers.

"No, I'm okay," you said, trying to sound more confident than you were. "It's just for tonight and then I'll be home tomorrow afternoon."

"I know. I just don't like ya bein' all on your own. And I miss havin' ya with me."

You sighed. "I love you, Smiley," you said.

"Love you too." He pressed his fingers to his teeth and then to the screen. "See ya tomorrow. You call me if ya change your mind and want me there."

"I will."

"G'night, sweetheart."

"Good night."

He hung up. You turned onto your back and clutched the phone to your chest, missing him more now than you had while talking with him. No. No! You'd said you would be okay on your own and you would. You'd be fine. You would just go to sleep and then tomorrow you'd do your thing and head home. It would be fine. Just go to sleep now. Close your eyes and just...

You sat up with a sigh. A touch of your finger on the phone screen and Smiley picked up. "Sweetheart?"

"I need you," you said, trying not to whine. "I can't sleep without you."

"I'll be right there."

You barely had time to register that he'd hung up before he was there on the bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "Love you," he said, pressing his face into your hair. "'m so glad ya called me."

You held onto him and drank in his comforting warmth. After a moment the two of you lay down together. A little blue magic pulled the covers over both of you and you drifted off to sleep in the arms of your favorite person.

[vrnicky]

*inhale*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAY!!!!!

@the1920sisntaphasemom

Its already 26 here so-

Rojo, Nicte and Patrone (in that order) are wishing you the best! <33

Rojo- underfell sans

Nicte- farmfell sans

Patrone- mafiafell sans

Love you! /p and hope you have a great day just like you! I really appreciate you and your friendship ajkdjaf i have so many ideas to do with you! 🥰

Edit: added cute phrase

[robobbin]

Thank you @robobbin for this adorable commission of Mafiafell Sans caring for their OC sick at home. You know I can't live without big scaryboys absolutely melting when their darling is unwell <3

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“hey sweetcheeks.”

You looked up from your position nestled on the couch, a flash of hot confusion and embarrassment momentarily awakening you from your feverish stupor. That... wasn’t the voice you expected to hear, coming through your front door. You lifted your head up a few inches- movement in inches was all you could manage right now.

... It was Sans. Sans was in your house. He had a nice, pressed red shirt and black pants- your spare keys hooked onto a claw, two plastic bags over one of his big arms, and an unreadable lilt to his shark grin.

“... Sans?” You mumbled, eyes widening into saucers. You felt your cheeks immediately get even hotter. 

Your fever hadn’t improved, as you’d hoped it would. In fact, it had only gotten worse as the hours wore on; moving and thinking had grown increasingly impossible. In a total mess, you’d called Papyrus, asking if he could bring over something for you to eat... though you didn’t actually recall what he’d said back to you, most of it just blurring together in your head.

... You’d been expecting Pap. Pap knew you, he'd already seen you weak and gross before. Pap had carried you home from the gym, once, after you made the mistake of trying to keep up with his workout.

You were not anticipating the arrival of his hot brother, whom you had a massive crush on. 

Despite feverishly sweating, you pulled the blanket further up over you. You felt embarrassed to be seen like this.

“sorry, i know you were expectin’ boss.” He put both of the plastic bags down onto the coffee table, crouching beside the couch to be closer to your eye level. You twisted your hands in the blanket, his proximity making your heart thump. “he’s swamped with work, so i’m droppin off the emergency goods instead. though i’ll be sure to let him know you missed him.”

“... O-oh.” Your mind was fried. You stared- he looked great. It felt like the longer you knew each other, the better he dressed, it was amazing how his presence could simultaneously make you feel so much worse but also so much better. “N-no, it’s okay. I’m... fine. You’re fine.”

He chuckled, musically, eyelights warm. His voice felt good in your painful chest. “i’m fine?”

“N-not like... fine as in hot. Fine as in okay.” Your cheeks were just on fire at this point. The fever had removed any and all barriers between your head and your mouth, so words just waterfalled out. “Not that you’re not hot. You are. You’re very hot. You.. uh,”

... Shit. Again, that little edge to his smile. You wanted to sink between the couch cushions and die.

Rather than make fun of you, Sans just gently reached over you, placing a cold compress against your forehead. He was so close you could smell him.

“you’re burning up. and ya look terrible. i’m gonna stay over and watch you.”

"N-no-!!" You blurted, nearly sitting up. The guy you liked, staying and seeing you completely out of it, at your absolute worst? No???

He grinned. "sorry, pet. not gettin' rid of me until your fever goes down."

... You covered your face with both hands. This was mortifying. Were you glad he was here? Absolutely. You didn't want to be alone right now, and his insistence on staying despite your protests felt good. But you still wanted to die.

“pap really went nuts with the food when he found out you were unwell. y’know he’s got a list of all your allergies? let’s see...” You could hear him start unpacking the bags, placing things onto the table. “some funky soup. saltines, popsicles, iced coconut water. ginger candy... whole bunch of herbal teabags. you ever had sea tea?”

You kept one hand on your face, gesturing randomly with the other. “Soup. Soup please.”

“soup comin’ right up, gorgeous.”

You tried to say thank you, but just a weak grumble came out, the room was spinning again. You heard him move into the kitchen... so you just let yourself sink back into the couch, comforted by another person’s presence.

...

You didn’t know how much time passed, he eventually returned. You could smell something nice.

"hey. can ya sit up a lil, for me?'

... You didn’t really respond to his query. Curled in blankets like a feverish squirrel, you merely made a sound in the back of your throat to acknowledge him. The fever was getting worse.

... Big hands, on your body. There was movement... Sans shifted you, everything spun. You were vaguely aware of him sitting you up, supporting you with one big hand- you did your best to just watch his face, focus on his lovely red eyelights.

"c'mon. soup’s ready. here comes the airplane."

... Despite the state of you, that made you giggle. And judging by the smile that filled your wobbling vision... he liked the sound.

///---///

...

... He was probably enjoying himself a little too much.

Sans shifted his legs into a slightly comfier position from his spot in front of the couch. This definitely wasn’t what he thought he’d be doing today. He’d been planning on going out for a drink, maybe crossing some names off a list while his blood was up- the usual stupidity he filled his free time with.

... Then he got Pap’s call about you. And instantly, it had felt like nothing else in the world mattered.

Now, here he was; in his crush’s house, spoon-feeding her warm soup, trying to keep a nonchalant face while wrestling with an (emotional) noisy Soul.

... i haven’t felt like this in a long time.

You were so cute. His nasal ride wrinkled, and he pinched the soup spoon a bit tighter, restraining the urge to grab your cheek- he felt bad for not being able to stop thinking about how cute you looked, when you were so unwell. But he couldn’t help it. All snuggled up in blankets, hair frizzy and unkempt, glasses askew, flushed and warm... you had a twinkly, glazed look to your eyes, not too dissimilar from the look people got when they were drunk. He’d been fighting the urge to ruffle your hair this whole time.

...

Sans bit his tongue. This was mundane, compared to his normal life. Some might even consider it a chore. But... he hadn’t felt this nice in so long. He felt... useful. Wanted.

When was the last time someone had been openly, willingly, weak around him? When was the last time someone was in a state of fragility, and wanted him nearby?

Mushy feelings filled his chest. Soft. Overprotective. He was hyper-aware of how sick you were and he didn’t want to leave your side, not even for a second, not even to go home. Even just acknowledging those emotions made colour rise to his cheekbones... he hadn't felt anything like this level of protectiveness since Pap was just a babybones.

... But damn... it felt good to be needed.

...

Warm fingers curled around his hand.

He very nearly jumped out of his fucking seat at the sensation- he fumbled the soup spoon, mumbling out a little ‘shit’ as he broke out of his thoughts, turning to look at you. 

... Your tiny hand was wrapped around two of his phalanges. Sparkly eyes peered up at him.

fuck. His Soul thudded in his throat. don’t look away from me.

"... h-hey. c'mon." His voice was shaky. "that ain't fair."

"Huh?" Came your bleary reply. so fucking cute. stop it.

"you've stolen my hand, doll."

... You looked to his captured hand, slowly. Like you only just realised you had it.

...

"... Mine now." You mumbled.

...

He tried to muster up a quick joke, like always. Tried to come up with a sharp-witted response. Something with swagger, something with a flirtatious edge, something with confidence that would show you how cool and collected he was. 

...

Nothing came out of his mouth. It was like trying to start an empty car.

“... o-oh.”

...

"... You're great." You said, eyes fluttering closed.

"... huh?"

"Great guy. Handsome guy. Nice to me." It didn't sound like you intended those thoughts to be said out loud. He felt his eyelights flare- his Soul was thumping against his ribs.

Words banged at his tongue, but the only sound he managed to get out was a tiny shaking hum of affirmation.

You drew his hand up toward your face, he absolutely had the strength to stop you but he felt like he’d been flashbanged. All he could do was watch... as turned on your side to get cosy, pulled up his hand to your face... and happily nuzzled the back of it.

“My big guy.” You murmured.

...

Just like that, you were asleep.

...

Sans used his free hand to cover his face. His whole skull was carmine red, glowing like a campfire. It made him look almost as feverish as you.

...

i never want to leave.

[signanothername]

That’s how friendship works right? To always be there?

[concretesweetner]

She Pride on my Month till i Happy

[sovlstr]

finally picked a voiceclaim for Maria(singing/style)!! It's @/solenevelvet, most important since she can switch between high and low octaves while also singing jazz, perfect for Maria since I envisioned her with a low voice similiar to mine + My vers of MF!Paps, no context bc you've all been naughty children and r gonna have to wait to find out. >:)

(Its a hinge jaw painted gold)

Maria x Sans (Sarna) + Jessica rabbit inspired fit

[lethal-lethe]

*WHEEZE*

I hear you loud and clear

[carlyraejepsans]

mistletoe mysteries

[darkpetal16]

DEVLOG - UPDATE 04-26-2023 FOR CH5

Chapters available to play:

Chapter 1 - Mundane

Chapter 2 - Dreaming of You

Chapter 3 - In This City

Chapter 4 - A New Boss

Chapter 5 - One. Two. Three.

Chapter 5 has been published - this includes spending another day recovering, uncovering more clues, dealing with your memories, meeting Wingding, 3 new bad endings, aaand a surprise interlude!

Minor updates:

Auto saves have been established. They are set to trigger at the start of new chapters.

You can now name your save files.

There is a music selection option in the menu so you may play background music of your choice when you load a new file.

[anneimaginesundertale]

"Happy fathers day! I'm pregnant!" With Smiley!

Technically you both knew that you were pregnant. That was the nice thing about monsters. Since pregnancy happened with a soul bond, both of you knew about it as soon as it happened. But that didn't mean you couldn't celebrate Father's Day. In fact, you felt it was pretty important to celebrate this one.

Smiley woke to a pile of presents on the bed and you beaming at him with a tray of pancakes. "Happy Father's Day, Daddy," you said with a cheeky grin.

"Happy...wha?" Perfect. He wasn't entirely awake yet. You set the tray on his lap.

"Happy Father's Day," you repeated. "It's your very first one, so I thought we should make it special."

He blinked at you. "Right. Yeah..."

You nudged the cup of coffee toward him. He took a long sip. You saw his usual grin spread across his face as he finally woke up. "What'd you do?" he asked, reaching for one of the presents.

"Oh," you grinned, "not much. Open 'em."

Smiley tore the paper off the first gift. A mug, with a bunch of dad jokes all over it. His grin grew wider and wider and he opened the other presents. Hats, shirts, socks, a book--all dad joke themed. He shoved all of them (and the tray of pancakes) to the side so he could grab you and pull you into his lap. "I love you," he declared and showed you just how much.

[vrnicky]

Tell me something about Patrone

Welp, he is my mafiafell sans!

He works as a bodyguard in the royals' casino, well they say is a casino but its usually where the royal scientist and royals meet up to discuss or do the experiments. Then the next day is a normal casino, he is the one that makes sure no one gets violent or is a jerk.

He and his brother got adopted by Kian (mafiatale gaster) due to his father being dusted by a traitor in the mafia so they grew up with Bonnie and Clyde, they're his baby brothers lol.

Patrone is just an alias, he hides his real name in honor to the mafia his father used to work for.

*cough cough @hearty-dose-of-ranch*

[hualianschild]