Ohhhhh how proper, how refined!
They are definitely not selling booze and guns and back allys.
*snort*
A group sketch of the mob!bois and the Mafia!bois.

seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Switzerland

seen from United States

seen from Switzerland
seen from Russia

seen from Türkiye
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Malaysia
seen from Uzbekistan

seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from China

seen from United States
seen from China
Ohhhhh how proper, how refined!
They are definitely not selling booze and guns and back allys.
*snort*
A group sketch of the mob!bois and the Mafia!bois.
Collab. Lineart; @magisan13 Color; Me Oh , x’D esto lo pinte cuando no tenia tableta , esta bastante bien , wow.
Lineart by @schyzoswirl
Original post
Mob!Tale by @nyublackneko and @junkpilestuff
I LOVE this AU and loved coloring @schyzoswirl work for it!
Remember to check out the original artist and give them lots of love!
Fanart time, yet again!
Scene from an amazing fic I’m reading - A Puzzle Just For Me by @neroli9 Do go and read it, if you haven’t already, shoo!
Sans is cracking some funny bones on the couch :3
Think this scene was in Chapter 16
You hadn't expected to see Sans after your fairytale day turned into a nightmare, but you're so glad he showed up that you're asking him to stay, even after dinner is done. But when you really need a shoulder to cry on, will he be there for you?
You sit at the table while Sans pours out the tea and brings over the two mugs. You take yours, warming your hands on the outside and staring down at the liquid. It looks rather nice, with a slight green glow, but it smells disgusting -- like rotting leaves steeped in warm, particularly fishy sea water. Sans looks down at his too, then shrugs. "bottoms up." He throws his head back and drinks the contents of his whole mug in one go.
You sip yours, then make a face; it tastes exactly like it smells. You put it back down on the table and push it away. "Can't say you didn't warn me."
He takes your mug and downs that one, too. "damn good for replenishing magic, though. tastes bad but it's kinda easy on the system somehow."
"This isn’t fair to you," you observe. "You gave me the starfait you didn't want, and I gave you the sea tea I didn't want. You got the short end of the stick!"
He chuckles. "life's not fair. any time it's unfair in your favor, you gotta make the most of it. it always goes 'round the other way soon enough."
“Mppff!” ((Sans rescuing Little Pup, maybe? XD))
Button Man Blues // Accepting
Holy S H I T….
“kid!” Sans dropped down beside the child, removing the gag. His soul was beating a mile a minute, overcome by the state of his warehouse, his home in what had been only a short absence. The silence that had greeted him had chilled him to the bone.
He was so relieved Little Pup was still here. Trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey, but at least they were here and alive, and okay.
“it’s okay, kiddo…it’s okay. i got ya.” Sans said, working on the bonds. There was something else nagging at the back of his mind, a horrifying thought that wouldn’t leave him alone as he tried to free the child. He fought to ignore it. Time and place and all that. But he couldn’t.
“little pup, what happened? where’s papyrus?” Sans asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice.
[It was far too q u i e t.]
“where’s pap?”
“Mppff!” (( Mobtale's fine pft. ))
Button Man Blues // Accepting
There was a snort of annoyance as Sans stopped the van, pausing long enough to shoot the brat in the back seat a look of annoyance. He’d met his fair share of assassins in his time and had long since decided that the best way to deal with someone who’s trying to kill you, is to kill ‘em dead first.
He wasn’t sure why he was going through so much trouble with this one....
[You know why...]
[Because its a kid...]
[A kid no older than you were when you started-]
Sans engaged the hand break and exited the van. The passenger door opened soon after with a crack. He reached for the child and removed the gag, leaning against the doorframe.“well? ya got something to say?”