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shayromi · 2 months

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@fransweek Day 7 : valentine's

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Elys and arno belongs to @shayromi

I hope everyone like it

Enjoy ✨

#the whole journey was so cool !!!#loved it 💖💖💖#sans #frisk #elys #arno

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shayromi · 2 months

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It looks perfect so far 💖💖

Day7: Valentines

Thank you toby fox!! your mail gave me a little long story!!

I didn't think it will 4 or 5 pages to draw for today, valentines.

so I couldn't draw all today.

Elys and Arno belongs to @shayromi

@fransweek

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#sans x frisk #frans #elys #arno #babu eating the chocolate #frisk clening him up first #i loooove #so sweet aaa 💖💖

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shayromi · 2 months

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It's so sweet !! I love 💖💖💖

Hug time!

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♥︎ @fransweek

Day 5: Affection

Frans Family Au (Elys & Arno) by @shayromi

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#sans x frisk #frans #elys #arno #aaaaaa #so sweet i crai #💖💖💖#the ring~#uhu #you made my day ✨✨

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shayromi · 3 months

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2024 Fransweek Day5: Affection

This is one of the deleted scenes that were supposed to be included in the Stand-in comic.

The reason it got removed was...... just that there was no suitable place to put it in after the plot rearrangement 🌝

#sans x frisk #frans #stand in #i love everything about this #their faces please hahaha

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shayromi · 4 months

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It's so wholesome I looove 💖💖💖

First Frans a day in life of the year 🎉

I haven't made one in so long

Frans child Elys belongs to @shayromi

#sans x frisk #frans #undertale #elys #aaaaaa #that's so cuuute my heaaart #💖💖💖

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shayromi · 4 months

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d1: Blushing (Oh my~)

d2: Protective (Taking care of one another)

d3: Shopping (Groceries shopping, buying a gift, buying clothes...)

d4: Lazy (Sans, pick up your socks~)

d5: Affection (In an obvious way, sneaky way...)

d6: Sunset (The sun goes down, the stars come out...)

d7: Valentine's

February 8th-14th

Please check out the rules: Here!

Artwork made by @sharkowskii

#here we go again and again and again #sans x frisk #frans #8th edition uhu

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shayromi · 4 months

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Ready for that first kiss

Was thinking about how their relationship would work with "romantic" gestures and wanted to figure that out with the activity associated with romance the most, kissing on the lips

#sans x frisk #frans #i love them i crai forever

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shayromi · 4 months

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Addicted Chapter 2 is up!

Happy new year! Apologies for the long gap but asks are open! And you can expect kinda regular updates unless stated otherwise! ^^

Thank you for being here and loving Frans! :D

#sans x frisk #frans #evenfall

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shayromi · 4 months

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(core!)frisk and MK

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Thank you @shayromi for your help correcting the english dialogues!!!

#🎉🎉

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shayromi · 5 months

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Between The Ones I Love

Rating: T TWs: Wholesomeness Prompt for Frans Monthly November: [Cuddles] Word Count: 1,422

Cross posted to Ao3 here!

@frans-monthly

Frisk’s feet ached, and her back felt as tight as a violin string.

Night had fallen, but Frisk found herself content to stay in bed or rather compelled to. Golden cast irises darted up to the blood bag currently suspended above the edge of the bed and trailed down along its length as they finally followed a thin tube down to her wrist where Alphys had so delicately taped it to her skin.

Frisk was in the second trimester of her second pregnancy, however it was no better than the last. Sans had said as much—had warned her that it would be another risk just as Elys’ had been, but she’d not listened. They’d spent hours, weeks going back and forth on the issue.

She’d never seen him lose his temper before…

The way his eyelights had terrifyingly flared, the viciously crooked downturning of his grin as he’d shattered what had been considered a valued treasure in his bare hand.

Frisk had trembled, scared.

But then he’d taken a moment to close his sockets, to breathe, before smiling again as he always did. Only, she’d then seen the sadness in his expression, his concern as he’d finally agreed and pulled her close to hold her while listing off all the precautions they’d need to take—fully supportive.

That small, monumental, interaction was what made her certain that she’d been making the right choice. Because the more they’d talked about how to handle it, the more he’d softened, and even arrived to the point where he’d cracked a good joke or two about future plans together as a family.

Sans had been so worried…

Frisk stared at the IV rather grumpily and the crimson liquid inside it.

He still was.

Despite that, she still so desperately wanted this child.

Not just for her to dote on, but for the look on Sans’ face…he so enjoyed being a father. She never would have believed it from how everything had gone before Elys had come along, but she ended up loving the effect their little girl had on him almost as much as she loved the skeleton herself. She knew this would be worth it, and they’d love this one just as much as Elys, and Elys would have a friend, someone she could hopefully play and grow with through the years.

Frisk had so many hopes and dreams for this.

Ultimately the aches and pains she currently felt were nothing in the grander scheme of things. She didn’t regret all the hard work they’d had to invest into making this happen, especially so soon after their first when compared to other vampires who’d take centuries at a time if that at all to produce offspring.

She just wished she could’ve been spared the complications that came with it.

Knock

Slowly she lifted her head, curious and a bit excited at the prospect of company. Whereas normally she would’ve asked who it was as a preemptive measure of setting up a joke, she was too eager to see who had come to pay her attention, and so gave a happy, “Come in!”

The creaking of the door as it opened echoed around the room as a sliver of darkness exposed the shadowed hall beyond in a thin slit barely large enough for a mouse to prod through.

Frisk blinked, confused.

And suddenly the crack opened wide and a snowy white head of hair popped in.

“Mom?”

Instantly Frisk grinned as she met the cool blues of her daughter’s eyes. Gently she eased herself up to lean against the headboard of her bed, trying her best to ignore how dizzy the action slightly made her, and waved Elys on in with a small pat to a spot on the bed beside her.

That was all that was needed as the little girl’s own smile widened—so similar to her father’s—and she padded in with happy steps until she was swinging herself over the edge of the mattress and tucking in beside her mother. Frisk made a joyful sound as Ely’s arms came around her and returned the embrace.

“Dad said you couldn’t come down to eat.” Elys huffed.

Frisk felt a drop of sweat on her brow. “Yes, I was a bit light headed this evening and out of concern your father fetched Alphys. I’ve been ordered to spend the next two days in bed to make sure I have enough blood for the baby.”

At that Elys glanced down at the slight protrusion of her stomach and hummed.

“Brother eats like Uncle Pap.”

Frisk raised a brow as she chuckled.

“Brother? Why do you say that? For all we know it could be a sister.”

Elys shook her head as she nuzzled closer, content in her mother’s arms. “No, brother.”

Frisk decided to not speak further on the assumption. She never understood how children could sound so confident in what they thought or felt, she could barely remember how she was at such an age. The idea that Elys wanted a brother of all things rather than a sister to sow or learn to cook with actually sparked warmth in Frisk’s soul. It wasn’t common to see a child wanting a sibling of the opposite sex.

But then again…

Children did have an uncanny ability when it came to making predictions…

“A brother then,” Frisk giggled. “And yes, he has quite the appetite.”

Another knock, and this time Frisk looked up to spot her husband standing in the doorway with a cheeky smirk across his teeth. Elys beamed as she stuck her tongue out at him before making a show of wiggling impossibly closer into her side.

“i’ve been beaten to my own room, the shame.” His baritone rolled as he entered and walked up to the side of the bed.

“You were racing?” Frisk asked as Elys snickered.

“no, i was finishing an important discussion. elys was racing, by herself, after declaring there was a race to begin with.” Without preamble Sans slid onto the mattress at Frisk’s opposite side and wrapped an arm around her waist, tucking her close against his chest. Even now the contact still sent a flush to her cheeks.

“Hey!” Elys cried. “I won! I get the cuddles!”

Frisk bit her lip as she did her best not to laugh at the girl’s outrage. Sans on the other hand openly chuckled as his brow creased in an uptick and his eyelights flashed briefly with amusement as he purposefully nuzzled Frisk’s cheek, turning her primrose blush a deeper shade of scarlet.

“you forget, there’s such a thing as a consolation prize.” Sans winked. “and that prize is that i get to cuddle both your mother and the winner.”

Elys’ expression dropped into a deadpan as Sans’ other arm came around and encircled her as well, completing the collection of their immediate family as he placed a light press of his teeth to the top of her head.

“That sounds more like a first prize.”

“maybe~” He drawled. “but surely you don’t want to run over my feelings by denying me the cuddle pile, do you?”

There was no hesitation as Elys shouted, “Yes!”

“the betrayal.” Sans huffed.

Frisk sat happy and silent as they both went back and forth; Sans with his teasing and Elys with her indignation. This went on for sometime before the three of them had migrated to fully laying down beneath the covers and Elys fell asleep against her mother’s side.

Smiling gently she ran a tender hand through her daughter’s hair.

At the same time a warm hand glided up and down her arm, slow, unrushed as it came to a stop and a thumb brushed over her shoulder.

Sans’ voice was a whisper against her ear. “how are you feeling?”

Frisk took a second more to stare at Elys' sleeping expression, content and warm between the two greatest things of her life. She couldn’t help smiling as she pressed further into him and pulled Elys closer.

“Better than ever.”

And it was true.

These were the moments Frisk lived for, and what she so desperately hoped to have so much more of when their family grew. Sans didn’t say anything, merely moved his hand to her stomach and gave it a gentle stroke with a low hum on his teeth, just as he’d been doing from the start, and let his gloved phalanges rest there as he pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her temple.

“pleased to hear it love.”

#sans x frisk #frans #evenfall #elys #tiny babu arno #the cuteeest #it's the cuteeeest #i love so much i crai #i love them #i love this #aaaaaaaa #words can't express how much i love

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shayromi · 5 months

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Happy very late birthdays

(I'm sorry it's late T^T)