Mafiatale Sans

Big Shot holds your lifeless, limp body in his arms, hot tears rolling down his cheek and splashing onto your face. You don’t react. His lips tremble as his voice chokes in his throat, holding you close to his chest while whispering pained apologies over and over. He complies when his brother sadly helps him up. He leans on Lucky for support as Undyne silently slides a white sheet over your body and carries you away. 

Mob/Mafiatale-Sans:

Not an issue at all! Hope this is enough! ~ Mod Dari

Mobtale / Mafiatale

Sans:

Has no issue with you representing

“whateva ya want darlin’.”

Will support you as much as he can

Probably will fight any asshole you encounter

Refers to you as “handsome” or “mijo”(my dear, sweetie, or hun in Spanish) or “baby boy”(if you’re okay with that)

Will switch from different languages for more just to see you blush

Your name would probably be saved as “mi hombre guapo ~ <3”(my handsome man) on his phone.

Constant smooches and reminders to only wear your binder for no more than 9 hours if you wear one

A good amount of the money he makes will go to T-shots and/or surgery if you don’t have either

Happily will kiss you until you’re dizzy after a bad day

Soft singing and cuddles when you’re feeling dysphoric

“come now mijo, i’m going to treat you to a full day of pamperin’. there’s not a chance in hell i’m lettin’ my boyfriend have a shit day and not tell him exactly how much i love him.”

Probably can make people who’ve hurt you disappear, all depends on if you want him to or not

MT!Sans:  “heya kellin.  sheesh, i’d ask if you want me to handle them, but i feel like i already know the answer.  c’mere.”  He extends his arms toward you, urging you into his embrace.  “love, people are assholes.  they’re always gonna be assholes out there because ya shine bright, and they wanna try to take that away.  but you can’t let ‘em, alright?  just remember that whatever makes you feel comfortable is what matters, and those assholes?”  

Thank you! ୨óᗜò୧ I’m sorry I couldn’t do MT!Sans, the AU’s not something I know about much.. XP”

Undertale Sans

He’s a bit surprised, mainly because you were able to keep this from him for so long without him finding out- but he’s not mad. He’ll just shrug and continue on with his day. Yeah, you’re trans, so? That doesn’t make you any less different from anyone else- you just changed your gender, and that’s about it. He hopes you’ll trust him a bit more after his reaction- after all, it’s hard to judge anyone when you don’t force yourself to care much about things.

Undertale Papyrus

Mafia smirks; of course he notices the blush.  “sure thing.  what’re ya in the mood for?  dancin’?  chowin’ down?”

Mob chuckles.  “or red ‘ere can go eat and we can dance.”

It’s alright hun but please message me if you need to and I hope you’re alright! Love ya Kel!♡

(I think I’m going to start calling MT Sans T-Bone and MT Paps Skully  idk any siggestion for mt paps guys. Also, I’m starting to headcanon T-Bone not only loves Sinatra but is like similar to him? IDK I’m currently listening to “My Way” so like ??????)

I’ve had my own experiences with self-harm and I know we all want these characters to be supportive so I tried to make this realistic as possible based on what I know and the reactions of people I know

(tw: No graphic mentions of self-harm but is mentioned/implied)

 MafiaTale:

T-Bone:

 He had noticed recently you were off, he figured with him not being home lately, that you were lonely. He decided to grab a bunch of things on the way home. Some chocolates, that beautiful stationery set in a gift shop window you had your eyes on, and was going to surprise you with his original copy of “The Invisible Man” where he knew he could get you scared enough to cuddle close to him and he could be your protector. And everything would be right again. Or at least he hoped.

 When he walked in and saw you on the floor crying, his smile instantly fell and a look of concern replaced his face. Things like this didn’t happen around his time, what was he supposed to do? He hugged you and led you to the dining room. He quickly bandaged your wrists and walked to put on “The Way You Look Tonight” by Frank Sinatra on his old record player because he always loved that vintage vinyl sound. He intertwined your hands with his carefully and waltzed around with you. After a minute, he started to sing along dedicating the lyrics to you.“yes, you’re lovely with your smile so warm”

He watched you smile and spun you around. His calming, melodic voice synced with Sinatra’s voice in a delicious harmony. When the song ended, he decided it was better to see the movie another day. He took you to your bedroom and laid you down as if you were a delicate statue that could break from a one inch drop. He crawled in under the covers with you and held you tight finally letting some tears go.

“i’ll be your protector. you need me to stay here for ten days straight only talking about your wonderful charms and getting lost in your starry eyes? i’ll do it. besides i could use a vacation.”