Tag: mafiatale

le-poofe:

You give me fever~

I listened to a bunch of jazz/swing songs and this is what happened. I had too many ideas to just do one drawing 

What is it about the mafia style that’s so sexy? The hat? The suspenders? Or is it just the confidence?

I dunno what to really do as an actual thing for it, but I am amused enough at the idea to send it in for people to build on 💖 Has anyone combined Mafia and Horror together? They would do their own cleanup~ the hitmen provide more than just cash for the rest, they bring in the meals for the others… Best of the best- nothing is wasted or left behind… What would happen if they were stuck with someone that *can’t* be allowed on the chopping block? ( Well, not much of them anyways~ )

The words “nothing is wasted or left behind” have so many horrifying connotations that you’ve sparked my interest.

Maybe it’s just my mood tonight, but it would be interesting if they’re meant to kill a guy who double crossed the mafia, but when they get there, it’s just his daughter back in town on a surprise visit… and she’s got a brilliant soul. Instead of killing her, they decide to keep her to sell on the market, but she’s feisty, smart, and has her own secrets that will make her harder to sell.

I could see this with the skeles… but Grillby, Muffet, or any other characters would be just if not more fun…

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nighttimelights-prompted:

and without further ado, i’ve posted the next chapter of my mafiatale SansxReader fic, Speakeasy Soul!

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“… Grillby. Grillby, my dearest, most wonderful, most alcoholically gifted and deftly-handed friend,” you said, your eyes drifting shut as you pressed your fingertips more firmly together and leaned over the stone bartop. You heard his flames crackle lightly as he shifted, a sound you now could easily characterize as questioning. You opened your eyes and locked your gaze with his. “… Grillby, can other monsters sense my bond? Can they sense my stars-cursed projected feelings?”


Fic Summary:

5 years ago, monsters were freed from the Underground. Now, magic food and drink are illegal thanks to the prejudice of most of humanity and an alternate universe of ‘30s style and taste, Prohibition, and the age of the mafias has arisen. Speakeasies serving magic food and alcohol abound, and you are a singer for the largest and most popular of the monster-run speakeasies, El Fuego Del Alma.

Tensions have only increased over the past few years, and a run-in with a bunch from a human mafia sets you on a path pulling you ever closer to your newest acquaintance, Sans – a laid-back skeletal monster mobster with a knack for giving you goosebumps in more ways than one. Drawn to one another in an era of danger, alcohol, drugs, and intrigue, you find yourself irrevocably intertwined in the darkest workings of the shadowy side of Ebott City.

To everyone lucky enough to read this before me, enjoy. I have to wait until tomorrow thanks to trying to be a responsible adult who needs sleep before work tomorrow… *sigh* *mutters about responsibility*

Seriously, if you haven’t read Speakeasy Soul – your life is missing out on something wondrous.

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tyranttortoise:

remaining-head-spirits:

“just what’re ya doin’ there, sweetheart?” His voice is low, but as rough as gravel. One of his hands lifts to touch the curve of your hip through the silken, form-hugging dress you’re wearing.

“Making up for lost time,” you murmur in response, and then you pull sharply on his tie, closing the last bit of space between his mouth and your lips.

“Broken Promises and Timelines” by @tyranttortoise.

Hmm yes this fic, plenty of sin with just the right amount of plot and self – loathing. Good shit.

HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, OMG, I CAN’T–…THIS–…AHHH!!!

*tyranttortoise.exe has crashed.

I was having a really, really lousy day, but this just brought it all around instantly.  Thank you so much; I can’t express how much this means to me! ❤  

This is a scene from BPT, and it’s one of my favorites.  Because let’s face it, the Reader losing herself in Mob!Red will always make me happy.  
AND RED IN A SUIT IS AKSKJEWNRIEWBFHVB AHHH SO AMAZING!  YES!  I’LL FOREVER DROOL OVER HER GRIPPING HIS TIE.

Seriously, thank you for this~.  <33

Reblogging this so I can check out this fic. Love this art though… ❤

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nighttimeskels:

in my true insomniac fashion, i’ve just posted the next chapter of Speakeasy Soul. i hope anyone who reads it enjoys – let me know what you think, if you’re up to it. ❤

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Years of practice kept a standard, warm half-smile on your face. Nothing out of place, and certainly nothing mocking. By the stars, anything but that. Your hand resting secure in your partner’s grip couldn’t betray a role switch, but maybe with a subtle increase in pressure where your other hand rested on her shoulder –

“You’re still broadcasting too much for me to not hear that,” came the growl above you.

*drops everything*

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