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banished-to-ebott · 2 years ago

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Thunder

Character ⸺ Consigliere / MafiaTale Sans Genre ⸺ Minor angst Synopsis ⸺ It had been a few weeks since your kidnapping. The emotions you can't express are embodied by the storms in the night, unheard, and ignored. Triggers ⸺ ⇶ Implied yandere, implied kidnapping, storms, implied insomnia, implied mafia, not proof red ⇶ Nothing too bad just implied stuff Word count ⸺ 509

Author Notes Inspired by a storm I was writing to last night.

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You sat quietly on the bay, the bars on the outside of the windowpane preventing you from seeing clearly. Though you didn't need to. It was night, and judging from the grandfather clocks out in the hallway, in the early hours after midnight.

Why were you up?

You couldn't sleep in the same bed as that bastard. He had stripped you of everything; home, job, alone time, and any sense of independence that he deemed 'rebellious.'

The swirled fury of emotions in you was calmed, however, at that moment. The soft sound of the rain against the window, the low rumble of thunder as it passed overhead, and the darkness of the room, it provided a safe place, concealment.

The rain was almost sobbing for your situation, crying your tears for you.

You were barely illuminated, the moon blocked out and all lights out in the multi-story house. The house was dead, and was almost peaceful, if not for the quiet snoring from the other side of the room.

It brought you back to the reality of the situation; You were stuck. There was no getting away, you had already tried.

With another roll of thunder, you relaxed again, leaning your head against the cool glass of the window, watching the beads of rain race down the vertical surface, combining and growing larger, only to hit the bottom of the windowsill and disperse, dripping down onto the overhang and fleeing onto the open garden. Your eyes drifted to the figures of the dog guard at the front gate across the massive yard, watching them talk in their shed, their laughing and drinking silhouettes making you feel wistful.

The thunder bellowed, making a few of the dogs jump from the harsh sound. The resonant sound paired nicely with your rage, expressing it so you didn't have to.

Then you heard the groan, and the bed creaking and your heart sank sadly.

"What 're you doing up, Doll?" The deep voice asked, and you caught the side of the white pinpricks of his sockets moving to sit up from the corner of your eye, but you didn't turn to him. He allowed you the freedom and casualty of not having to meet his eyes.

"Watching the rain..." You muttered in response. You knew he wasn't near as bad as his cousins, but it was still a shitty situation.

You heard a hum, low, thinking almost, before the bed creaked again and footsteps approached. You felt a blanket wrap around you and the gentle collision of his fucking lips onto your head. "Alright, Doll." If he was one thing, it was understanding, or delusional.

"Come to bed when you're ready. I'll let you sleep in tomorrow."

You relaxed as Con pulled away, releasing a quiet breath as you did.

Even though you were trapped, the privileges provided showed he tried to even things out. Perhaps you could get used to this.

A loud rumble of thunder brought you back. This was wrong, and you weren't going to let him convince you otherwise.

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#consigliere #con #undertale #undertale au #ut au #undertale writing #mafiatale #mafiatale sans #mafia sans #ut sans #undertale sans #sans au #sans #sans the skeleton #sans x reader

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underfell-crystal · 3 years ago

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~~Dangerous Woman~~

Another oneshot starring an AU pairing of Harp and Copper, this time in the MafiaTale universe! @avtfol came up with the idea, and I've decided to put it into writing.

TW: Massive creep vibes, sexual harassment, shady mafia stuff

Goldie may have been the don of New York City's largest human mafia, but there was somebody else who could rival his power. His most favored member, who went by the nickname of 'the Lady Boss'.

Her mere presence commanded respect, and she radiated cold confidence. Nobody but her don knew her real name. As Goldie's closest confidant, she knew all the inner workings of the mafia. But, for being such a stoic woman, there was one thing that she couldn't hide, and that was the fact that she HATED being around Goldie. Being around him made her nose crinkle in disgust and her eyes narrow in contempt.

But it wasn't like she could tell him outright to fuck off when he got handsy, his hands sliding down her waist with a look full of lust.

He knew where her family lived. In fact, he'd even ordered a group of his men to always keep tabs on them just to keep her from leaving, effectively trapping her. She hated being trapped.

But she also loved her family. She would do anything for them. If that meant putting up with a pervy don, killing people, and dealing with constant, suffocating paranoia every day?

Fine. She'd do it.

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"We're going to the gala tonight, angelbird. Eight p.m, sharp."

Bee didn't look up from the papers in front of her. "Mhm."

"I picked out a dress for you. You'd look absolutely breathtaking in it."

Ugh. She'd prefer not to show off ninety percent of her body, thank you very much. "I'll think about it."

"Please do, angelbird." The don turned and marched from the room, probably to spend four hours pampering himself and getting ready to meet with the other dons. Bee huffed and brushed a strand of her short, pitch black hair behind her ear, only for it to fall back into place a moment later. So much work to do...

As she thought, the black dress Goldie had picked out for her was far too risqué for her taste. Sure, she didn't mind showing off her body a bit, but she didn't need any more men leering at her tonight. Goldie was more than enough. So, she settled on something far better: a beautiful red, floor-length gown with a slit up the side of it and some gold jewelry with red gemstones to match.

Fixing her hair, she sat at her vanity, carefully applying eyeliner, lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara. She rubbed her lips together and opened her mouth with a popping sound, the blood red a beautiful contrast to her icy blue eyes. Bee looked over her reflection critically before sitting back with a soft, pleased smile. She looked beautiful.

Satisfied with her appearance, she stood up and slipped into her red heels, gliding from her room and to the elevator. Outside the penthouse was a black car with a driver waiting for her. She sat down in the back, taking care to not catch her dress in the car door. As soon as she was situated, the car took off.

Hopefully this night would go without a hitch.

The hall where the gala was being held was already full of people when Bee's black car arrived. The car parked in front of the entrance, and a man outside opened the door for her, inclining his head to her as she stepped out, gracefully standing up. "Welcome to the gala, Madame."

"Thank you." Polite and simple. That's all she needed. She swept from the bottom of the staircase up to the main hall, keeping her eyes straight forward. She could see Goldie at the other end of the hall, talking to the other dons, including several monsters she hadn't seen before. One of them was a skeleton with a strange collar that was glowing green around his neck.

Ugh. Fantastic. More people Goldie got to parade her around to. She kept a pleasant smile on her face as she walked up to them, sliding her arm through Goldie's. She could feel his smirk widen. "Hello my darling."

She hummed in response, tilting her head against his shoulder. If she said anything, she'd probably start cursing him out. Goldie turned his attention back to the others. "This is my beautiful angelbird. The brains behind the operation, if you will."

His hand slid down her lower back. This greasy bastard.... She felt her eye twitch, though her smile remained pleasant. She glanced up and saw the skeleton looking at her oddly. She quickly averted her gaze, pretending to be shy. Please, God, just let this be over with quickly...

Three hours later, and Bee was done. She had abandoned Goldie as quickly as possible after his little stunt in front of the other dons. She was currently hiding from the other slightly-less-powerful mafia members in an attempt to not socialize. She just wanted to have a few drinks, then go home, wash all her makeup off, and go to sleep. She raised her half empty glass of wine to her lips again, her gaze flicking around the large hall.

She heard footsteps approaching from the side and glanced out of the corner of her eye. Oh. It was the skeleton with the glowing collar. He leaned against the wall next to her, silent for a moment. "You looked quite angry."

Ah. So he noticed. Her voice didn't change. "Sorry? You must be mistaken."

He chuckled, swirling his own wine glass. "Nah. Could see it in yer eyes, doll. You hate that guy... Goldie, was it?"

She didn't say anything, just took another sip of her wine. "If you want something from me, say it and leave."

"Quick to cut to the chase, eh? Sure. I wanna help you."

Bee turned her head to look at him. "I beg your pardon?"

The skeleton stared back. "He's the don. Even if you do most of the work, he's still the head honcho. Which means you gotta do what he says."

"Mentioned that fact, did he?"

"Oh yeah. Got some real creep vibes from him, too. Sayin' some nasty things about you."

Bee's grip on the wine glass tightened. Of course he would go behind her back and make disgusting jokes about her body. How very like Goldie. She could feel the glass in her hand starting to crack when the skeleton spoke again. "Like I said. I wanna help. I can help."

"Thanks for the offer, but I've been doing this for a VERY long time. I know what I'm doing."

"You hate it, though. You hate HIM, specifically."

He nodded at the blond still talking and laughing with the other dons. Bee sent Goldie a cold glare over the top of her wine glass. "... Fine. What's your offer?"

"Some of my guys are already working on being accepted as new members of pretty boy's mafia. I want you to try and convince him to let 'em in so they can get to tearing his empire down from the inside. In return, I'll help ya get away from Goldie."

He must've seen the look on her face, because he hastened to speak again. "I know ya've got things keepin' you from leaving. Rest assured, whatever you need, I can help."

Bee looked him in the eye sockets. "How do I know you won't snitch to Goldie as soon as I walk away."

He chuckled. "Aww, don't trust me, doll?"

"Absolutely not."

He barked out a laugh. "Clever lady. Alright. I'll give you my word, I will not say anything to him."

"Your word won't mean anything to me if I'm being beaten into a bloody pulp."

"Can see why yer the brains of the operation... Alright, here."

He took a ring off one of his phalanges and offered it to her. "Keep this until you know I'm not gonna rat ya out."

It was a 'don ring'. A physical representation of his status. She examined it, then slipped it on. As long as nobody looked too closely at her new ring for the rest of the night, she would be fine. "This will do."

"Sure. Hey, I wantcha to meet the guys who are gonna be 'joinin' yer mafia. Tonight. Now, if ya got nothin better to do."

"... Fine. Let's go. I never caught your name, by the way."

"Ya can call me Res, doll. What about you, you got a name?"

"You may call me Vee."

"Vee, huh. Welp, alright. Let's go."

He strode off with purpose, back toward the entrance of the gala. Bee followed him, not caring whether Goldie saw her leave or not. She didn't have a responsibility to be here anymore. She and Res got into a black car rather similar to her own, and the driver briefly glanced at her before taking off.

While they were traveling, Res gave her the rundown of who would be attempting to join Goldie's mafia. Several dog monsters, a flame monster, and another skeleton: Copper, Res' brother. After Res finished with explaining who was trying to get in, it was Bee's turn to explain the 'process' of getting into Goldie's mafia.

It... wasn't a pretty one. Dangerous, too.

Res furrowed his nonexistant brows. "And you're SURE they'll be fine?"

"Of course. Entry is brutal, but everyone going in has lived. And once they're in, there's practically no other security measures. You're part of the 'family' now. You can make your way up through the ranks, but it sure as Hell ain't easy."

"How'd you do it?"

"I've been stuck with Goldie for over a decade. I'm competent at what I do. But as much as I hate to admit it, Goldie favors me, so I get special treatment."

Res nodded slowly. "So... Jus' try and stay on his good side?"

"Yeah, basically."

"Thank you, Vee."

"Yeah. Sure."

Another fifteen minutes, and they had arrived at a large manor. Res got out and opened the door for Bee, and she stepped out, goosebumps crawling up her arms as her bare skin met the cold air. Res motioned for her to follow him, ascending the stairs up to the entrance. He strode inside, waving off his guards to let Bee pass. Inside, he called for his brother as Bee looked around. It was rather nice. Expensive looking, too, but that came with the benefits of being the head of a mafia.

A minute later, someone very tall appeared at the top of the second floor railing, looking down at Bee and Res for a moment before turning and walking down the stairs.

Wow. Okay. He was VERY tall. He easily dwarfed her, standing at.... eight feet, at the bare minimum. He looked down at her, mismatched eye sockets crinkling slightly. "Well ain't you a pretty lil thing."

Great. Another Goldie. She smiled sweetly at him. "This 'pretty lil thing' is your ticket into the biggest human mafia in the city, so keep your comments to yourself."

He blinked at her, then turned and looked at Res with a raised bone-brow. Res cleared his 'throat'. "Copper, this is Vee. Vee, this is Copper. I apologize for his lack of manners."

"Hm. Show me the others."

Res led Bee away from Copper, who watched her leave, an intrigued expression on his face. She had barely spoken to him, but he could already tell.

She was one very dangerous woman.

#oc oneshots #oc short story #mafiatale #mafiatale au #mafiatale harp #bee #bee my beloved #mafiatale copper #mafiatale res

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h0w4m1h3r3 · 2 years ago

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can you do 4. Is that a drawing of me?

With nightmare, underswap paps and mafiatale sans please?

(I draw them all the time theyre my favorites!)

Have a great day!

Thank you for the request!

my laptop’s acting up so basically hours of re-writing and then it gets deleted and so on so that’s why it took so long, sorry anon

reader is completely GN

Nightmare:

(small medium swear warning??)

Nightmare was searching around for a book he leant to his human.

They should've known not to leave their sketchbook open.

Nightmare values privacy, however, when you find a drawing of yourself in an open sketchbook, you have the right to at least turn the page.

And so he did.

The drawings creepy or obsessive in anyway, he was actually quite flattered.

What!? Of course he wasn't flattered. He couldn't be flattered by the most detailed of paintings, let alone a few beautiful messy sketches.

He might've flipped through more than a few pages. Eyes tracing small hearts drawn around his head, how the curve of his eyesockets conveyed the subtlest of emotions, the delicate re-enactment of his day-to-day life entrancing him.

So entrancing Infact, that he almost missed the figure in the doorway. Almost.

Nightmare stood up straight and turned, hands clasped behind his back. "Human. Where is the book I leant you?" He asked in that ever-present emotionless monotone of his. Nightmare could feel the embarrassment dripping off of them as if they were covered in goop like himself.

They stammered a bit, trying to regain their composure. It was quite cute pitiful the way they tried to put themselves back together, his serious and stern gaze no doubt making it harder.

"I-It's on the coffee table. I left it there for you." They responded, their small stammering making his goop want to thin out and disappear.

"Good. How did you enjoy it?"

"It was great! The exact kind of story I was looking for, you must have read alot of stories to be able to think of one so spot on!" They praised, making him flush under his goop.

"Of course, nothing less for you."

Oh fuck oh shit

He didn't mean to say that. He meant to say that they shouldn't expect anything less from him.

Nightmare kept his cool, calm and collected manner as he walked briskly by them.

"Lovely drawings, by the way."

His stupid mouth wasn't behaving today. The combined positivity from him and them was enough for his goop to feel lighter. This was a feeling he could get used to.

Stretch (US papy)

"Honey, where are you?" A voice called out. "Honey?"

Stretch strode through the livingroom for the fifth time. He had been invited over to his friend's house, but had arrived a bit early.

He let himself in through the side door that was always unlocked, and after waiting for a minute he began to wonder if they fell in the toilet.

He wasn’t all that worried though, they were most likely playing a prank on him.

Sitting down on the couch, Stretch noticed a sleek black book on the coffee table. He remembered his friend telling him about getting a photo book filled with their childhood pictures. Stretch opened the book on a random page to see himself.

Not a photo, but a drawing. This is their sketchbook, not a photo book.

It was of him taking a nap on the couch, nothing to detailed, but a bit of orange graced his cheekbones.

He closed book, it was none of his business.

Right as he put the sketchbook down, none other than the artist themselves burst through the door.

“oh! Stretch! You’re already here! I was buying snacks and then i saw the time and-”

“It’s no big deal.” he interrupted. “wha’d’ya get?”

“You‘ll see if you help me unpack?” They stated as more of a question.

“...Well played.” He begrudgingly got up.

I actually forgot to mention I don’t write for the mafia boys, sorry! I love getting requests so feel free to ask something else, even something that isn’t in the prompts.

Crit welcome!!

#nightmare x reader #nightmare sans #prompt #request #underswap #us papyrus #us papyrus x reader

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nighttimepixels · 5 years ago

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Night,,, blease, I don't suppose u have.... mafia au thoughts

..... *glances over to current playlist*

*glances over to current commission WIP*

*glances to other open WIP*

*surreptitiously closes multiple tabs still open re: speakeasy era cocktails, kicks haitus’d literal mafiatale fic Speakeasy Soul into the pantry*

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Ahaha, what on earth makes you think that, sweet anon

#night answers #*sweats*#mafia thoughts?? in my me??????#(it's more likely than u think)#i am at most one degree away from speakeasy/mafia au thoughts at any given moment #i have come up with at least... twenty mafia aus #i have... so many......#*gestures to shady alley packed with be-suited skeletons*#pick ur poison anon #pick ur heckin poison #Anonymous #(... legit though if you want some mafia au thoughts gesture in a general direction/theme/few skeletons in particular XD)

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superskeletonsimp · 4 years ago

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Rules for requesting!!

Hello! I write headcanons and imagines (and sometimes matchups) for Undertale characters, and I would love it if some people sent in some ideas or requests! I also accept asks where people are just talking about their own concepts because I find that fun <3

I AM VERY NEW TO THE WHOLE AU THING, I’VE LOVED UNDERTALE SINCE IT CAME OUT, BUT I JUST RECENTLY GOT INTO MORE AUs, PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT AN AU IF YOU DO NOT SEE IT IN THE LIST, I WILL PROBABLY START WRITING FOR IT (Also the nicknames are really confusing for me, I’m still learning)

Which characters I write for (And also the AUs):

Sans - Classic, Underfell, Underswap, Horrortale, Errortale, Ink, Fresh B), Dancetale, Mafiatale, Mafiafell

Papyrus - Classic, Underfell, underswap, Horrortale, Dancetale, Mafiatale, Mafiafell

Alphys - Classic, Underfell, Underswap, mafiatale

Undyne - Classic, Underfell, Underswap, mafiatale

Mettaton - Classic, Underfell, Underswap

What I will write:

Romantic

Platonic

Poly

child!reader

Sibling!reader

Gender neutral!reader

Male!reader

Female!reader

SCARS I WILL WRITE ABOUT ALL KINDS OF SCARS

prompts! Either ones I re-post, or you can just send me something in the ask ^^

and most other sfw stuff, don’t be scared to ask :)

What I will not write:

NSFW

Pedophelia, incest, rape etc.

Self harm (unless it’s just about the scars, which is fine)

angst (I CAN write angst I suppose, but I’d rather not :( )

Never ever be afraid to ask about anything or request! Unless you’re really rude, then the worst thing that could happen is you getting a no!

Please send me requests, it would make my little heart very happy :)

ALSO MY PRONOUNS ARE HE/HIM IF ANYONE IS WONDERING <3

#undertale imagines #sans x reader #underfell imagines #undertale headcanons #undertale au #horrortale #underfell #underswap #swapfell #undertale matchups #requests #rules

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skelezbian · 5 years ago

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Interesting that mafiatale sans is the one who keeps an eye on everyone, but that makes a lot of sense once I think about it? I mean he's probably had to keep an eye on a lot of hush-hush operations with ornery moving parts. Do you have any thoughts about what he's like? Is mafiatale Papyrus involved in that?

that’s most of it! him + his brother more or less are keeping their ear to the ground re: Any New Sans/Papyrus Showing Up but also they’re in charge because they’re from a universe where monsters never went underground. so even though their universe is still in Mafia Time Prohibition 1920s, they’re still far more comfortable navigating the surface and talking with humans than the rest of them. they also know how to drive lol

ace is characterized as how i would think original sans would be if he’d grown up on the surface w/o monster culture being semi-contained (with the background being. he grew up in 1900s america and was then living thru 1920s prohibition). he doesn’t really get his hands dirty but he’s pretty jaded re: most of humanity just because he’s seen it up close, but there’s a bit of security in knowing exactly what the threat is (versus canon sans having to play how dangerous frisk was by ear until the end of the game) so he’s not so nervous about his 1hp. all of his pranking cons underground (selling snow, stacking hot dogs, etc etc) are more or less still consistent but serious- he sells counterfeit items, guns that won’t fire, etc etc to fund the unscrupulous mob activity and he gets away with it bc he seems like such a nice guy with a big smile and he’s cleaned up in a little suit. also because papyrus is asgore’s mob’s lawyer

he also has a gun which i find very funny. i may have written a lot above here but the takeaway is that in mafiatale, sans undertale is the same but has a gun and i plan to joke a lot about that in bpc

#lulu talks #bpc fic #i don't want to spoil to much #oh also papyrus wanted to run for mayor in their universe #they're like one of three pairs of brothers that understand that to kill a human you kinda just have to. use a human weapon #the only difference between ut!sans and mt!sans is his lvl and his little suit #hahanoiwont

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ultrakeystotheheartblog · 6 years ago

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Request Guidelines:

Ask | Submit

Please try to be kind, be respectful, and be polite (this includes adding comments to posts, responding to others, or sending messages). I'd like for this to be a safe and positive space where anyone can feel welcome ♥

Make sure you’re specific with what you want to request. Include a character (or characters) and from which fandom you'd like to see them from (ex. Wally West from Young Justice? Or maybe the CW show, The Flash?).

Add a little plot if you have anything in mind, as well as what you’re in the mood for...be it platonic, romantic, angsty, or just plain fluffy.

I try to be gender neutral with my imagines but if you want to request something specific, with say a female!reader or male!reader (or even M/M or F/F), make sure you specify that too.

Exceptions: I will not write straight up smut/sex, as I am not comfortable with writing that (but it may still get pretty hot and heavy on the make-out side of things, never fear). And I will absolutely not take any requests involving things that deal with: incest, cheating, rape, sexual abuse, pedophilia, or anything of that nature.

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Below is a list of what fandoms I would love to write for (as of now. I may add or remove fandoms at any time):

DC/Marvel Comics

*[This includes both animated or live-action movies and TV shows as well. Examples: CW, DC Universe Originals such as Titans/Doom Patrol, Young Justice, The Avengers/MCU, anything Spider-Man orientated (MCU Spider-Man, Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse, etc...)]

Harry Potter

Teen Wolf

Supernatural

Doctor Who

The Originals

The Magicians

Steven Universe

Star Trek: Discovery

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Video Games:

The Mass Effect Series

Dragon Age Inquisition

Undertale + related AUs (Underswap, Mobtale/Mafiatale, Underfell, Swapfell, Horrortale, Underpatch)

The Uncharted Series

Detroit: Become Human

Marvel’s Spider-Man (PS4)

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Author’s Note:

Finally, I hope you enjoy my work! I am slow getting imagines out, but I find it important to take my time and make sure that I’m happy with the final product. That way, you’ll hopefully find them all the more enjoyable as well! And please never be afraid to just pop by and send a message if you ever want to talk. My inbox is always open ♥

And thank you to everyone who’s been a continuous presence and means of support as I’ve continued with my writing, to those who are new arrivals and decided to stay, and to everyone who will or has ever sent in requests, took time to write messages, left a comment, liked or re-blogged, or just simply stopped by to read. It means so much to me, in every way possible.

- Jewels

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