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Some cozy Mafiatale Soriel I redrew, again as a collab with @muaneo on Magma <3 I took care of drawing Tori while she drew Sans.
For reference, this was the original, which I drew about one year ago.
There was an attempt. Clearly my ability to draw Sans was far from good at the time 🌝
His schedule may already be full but I’m sure he’ll find a way to squeeze you in
Oho! So you think you could just skedaddle with my back turned, chief? You think I wouldn't post undertale content here??
HI, YEAH, SO I GOT THE JOB
AND NOW MY LIFE IS HECTIC AND I'M TIRED ALL THE TIME
HAVE MAFIAFELL TORIEL
In This Twilight
**Author Note**
Just a little drabble for the current mafia RP at the lovely @malenchka‘s discord!
Roxas and Mutt were a little late to the party for....reasons. >.>
(I’ll eventually chuck up a drawing of their costumes ;p)
**End Note**
Roxas sighed, looking out with to the glowing orb that was the moon hanging over the ocean – it was a beautiful sight. Slightly marred by one fact, however.
Her brow furrowed a little in anger at the memory of being pushed into said beautiful ocean the last time she was here; more than likely pushed by her oh so mysterious boney stalker. True, she didn’t know the bastard’s name as of yet, but the last couple of days had been absolute hell attempting to get him off her tail.
But nothing had worked. Not a damn thing. He was more like a freakin’ scent hound than a skeleton monster.
She let out a heavy sigh once again, pulling up the hood of her cloak to save her from any chills the ocean carried – that said, the air was wonderfully warm tonight, the perfect balance of temperature for a Halloween ball.
All of a sudden she heard the subtle crunch on the sand behind her, signalling movement – she whipped around in alarm, eyes already alight with magic in preparation.
And it was lucky she was prepared; for there stood her lanky ‘friend’, grinning wide and proud in the moonlight, wearing a costume of his own. She felt her anger rise up, as she noted exactly what costume he had chosen: dressed in a beautifully tailored black suit and fedora, he’d added in a chocolate brown tail and big fluffy ears.
He was the wolf to her red riding hood. So that was what that little note in her room had been about. She felt like slapping herself – that was way too obvious.
Said ‘wolf’ whistled as he took in her figure, eye-lights clearly travelling up and down, clearly enjoying her costume. She flushed, teeth gritting – she wasn’t something to eat, dammit!
“well, lil’ red, don’t you now it’s dangerous to be travellin’ off the path?”
“I don’t know, don’t you know it’s dangerous to act like such an ass-hole around a person like me?”
He snorted, before laughing loudly, leaving her to growl – how dare he act like she wasn’t a threat?! Just because of some stupid deal?!….but it was the Boss’ choice. And she followed without question, that was her job, dammit.
“...what are you doing here, anyway? I mean, seriously, don’t you have anything better to do, other than follow me?”
He hummed for a moment, appearing to think, before shaking his head with a grin.
“nah. you’re too fun, darlin’.”
“Stop fucking calling me that.”
“why?”
She felt blush rising to her cheeks, her teeth gritting with the force of her rage.
“Because fuck you, that’s why!”
His laughter rang out once again, blood-orange eye-lights seeming to flash with delight. Her eyes began to flash once again in angry response, before she had a stroke of genius. She smiled, bright and wide, which seemed to catch him off guard as she slunk closer to his frame – his cheekbones all but lit up as her voice came out in a soft purr.
“My, what big teeth you have.”
He gulped, before appearing to gain back a little more of his confidence, leaning down to her level, his exhale caressing her cheeks. Even though she hated him and his non-existent guts, she had to admit that he smelt….nice. Of fresh burning barbecues and sweet molasses smoke…..no, shut up, keep with it.
But his grin was growing softer, one of his hands reaching up to caress her cheek.
“….all the better to eat you with darl-”
His words were off with a harsh grunt as Roxas kneed him as hard as she could into his groin, her voice coming out in a growl.
“Yeah, big teeth. Pity about the non-existent balls though.”
She kicks him harder, sending the skeleton monster into the sand with a huff. But instead of looking angry, or in pain, or any kind of negative emotion as a matter of fact…..
….he had the dopiest smile on his face, blood-orange eye-lights formed into tiny hearts.
Roxas all but snarled, cloak rippling as she turned on her heel to stalk away (and of course in an attempt to hide the growing blush in her cheeks – she wasn’t emotionless, after all, and being confronted by that kind of expression….well) – but she’s stopped by a hand on her arm, pulling her back. She freezes in her tracks, looking down at Mutt’s hand, before looking back at him, her lip curling in annoyance. But before she can even think of punching him (which, believe me, she thought of), he pulled her against him, eye-lights burning as he looked down upon her, fanged mouth curling with fondness.
“...i love you, roxas.”
Her body tensed, eyes wide as, for once, the glare fell off her face – her expression was bare, slightly vulnerable, but Mutt could still sense that fire beneath. That fire that had captured him so completely.
“….i really do.”
“You….you don’t even know me.”
He smirked, leaning down towards her slightly.
“i know you more than you know. and no, before you start hitting me, not due to the whole….”
He winced slightly, coming to regret his past actions, no matter how fun.
“...the whole following thing.”
“You mean, the stalking thing.”
He winced once more, huffing out a breath.
“...m’sorry. look, i just….never met someone like you. never. you’re….you’re perfect. powerful, kind, beautiful….i adore you, darlin’.”
For a moment, that exposed, surprised, and strangely hopeful expression appeared again – before her eyes grew cold as she yanked herself away from him.
“And what the hell am I supposed to do with this information?”
Mutt’s face went blank – he honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead.
“...just...think on it. i..i don’t wanna force you into anythin’. but just know….i’ll always be there for you. always watching your back. and if you ever want me...”
His eye-lights glowed brighter, betraying slight excitement.
“….i’ll be there.”
She simply glared, blush matching the hood around her head, before huffing, all but running away.
“I’m going back to the freakin’ party, y-you fucking idiot.”
He chuckled, easily catching up.
“whatever you say, darlin’.”
Cute mafiatale Soriel collab with my cutie @muaneo on magma <3
She says she only drew Sans's head, I beg to differ. Mind the doodles.
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