#fran does art

[franollie]

panel redraw 🩷💜

[cjhern1109]

Day 3: “Shopping”

Hosted by @fransweek ❤️☺️💀💙

The only other being who can complete with a determined human is a confident little skelly whose is so love to said determined human 😭💜

Also based this off a TikTok audio 🤭

[alyxinfact]

Hmmm for prompts, maybe something hot chocolate related? :) Love your art btw, it’s super adorable ❤️

Thank you!! Here's "hot chocolate" :)

It's Almost Christmas! 2022 - Day 4

[the-writing-mobster]

| @frans-monthly | Prompt: Costume / Halloween | SK! Sans x Final! Frisk as Ghostface and well... Obvs she ain't havin any of it | 💙 🔪 💔 |

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[soldier-poet-king]

Came to the realization (I've connected it! You didn't connect shit!) about the link between Stoicism (in the philosophical sense) and common trauma responses - both center around the locus of control, and having control over the boundaries of said locus.

The Stoics right, the whole thing with "virtue is sufficient for happiness" is that you don't worry about things outside of your control, and so moral actions (and therefore eudaimonia) are exclusively things within your realm of influence (yes yes that's a gross oversimplification, but the bulk of my academic work was with the Platonists anyway). The Stoics knew where the locus of control was, and their virtue, and their happiness, stemmed (in theory) from knowing, acknowledging, thinking, and acting within the boundaries of this sphere.

A common trauma response also revolves around control, or the lack thereof. When you're accustomed to instability and a lack of a sense of safety control becomes both a means of salvation and damnation. The lack of control, the uncertainty of it, the sense of walking on eggshells, is what causes the trauma in the first place - you have no control over anything and it's terrifying and dangerous.

But control can also mean safety, if you can manage to get it. And you can get control in one of two ways. You can reduce your environment severely, withdrawing from the world out of fear and isolating yourself. Or you can falsely extend your control, tricking yourself into a sense of stability with (often unhealthy) lies and mindgames. Often, people do both. They may become withdrawn and anti-social and fearful of new experiences, even if it is something that there is no reason to fear, no indication that it might be threatening. They withdraw as much as possible from any relationship, experience, or event which has any degree of uncertainty, which they cannot control.

You may also become a people-pleaser, or obsessive about responsibility and causality - if you take the blame for every event on yourself it restores a sense of control, even if it is based in falsity. If you are responsible for managing someone's moods, or causing widespread tragedy, or what have you, then you yourself are the only one to blame when you are punished or when something terrible happens. It is a small comfort perhaps, but better than no comfort at all. It is easier to think that the fault is within yourself, that only if you were faster, smarter, better this terrible thing would not happen. It gives the illusion that it may be different in the future, if you are (impossibly) better. It is easier than living with the knowledge that you can't control it, you can't do anything to change it, and you just have to live like this. The solace of lies you tell yourself.

I'm not sure where I'm going with this observation maybe I'm in love with the sound of my own silly little thoughts. Someone smarter and more eloquent could make further connections about the locus of control and how the Stoics did not try to change it, while trauma responses simultaneously try to reduce and expand that locus as a defence mechanism. I'm sure there's some sort of philosophical or psychological implication here. I'm sure Real Academics and psychologists have already made this observation elsewhere, but it only occurred to me this afternoon.

[purplebluepen45]

A simple Frisk doodles and design during an online class

[meteor-moon]

i may or may not have made BEN Drowned in different horror games

[the-creator-undertale-au]

We can know more about Blanka,Sara and sfg!Nash?

*Flee*🏃‍♀️

:D thank you for askiiing !!

So let's start with Sfg Nash -> Blanka and finish -> Sara

SwapFell Gold Nash 🐶

🐶 Sfg!Nash is only child

🐶 he normally is 15 but he can be more (it depend of the timeline)

🐶 his parents are SwapFell Sans x SwapFell Koichii (@xxkoichiixx )

🐶 he get military training since he is a young teenager

🐶 when we look at him he looks lost and fragile, but he has anger issue

🐶 he totally is a little puppy with his girlfriend Frans (@sushi-girl-19 ) and his mother Koichii

🐶 in contrary to underswap, sfgNash and sfgHolaney are not close at all. They even hate each other

🐶 he likes simple Cheese cake sooo much :0

🐶 he likes fluffy stuff (plush, clothes, animals, ect....

🐶 he can see in the dark, even if it makes him scared to be in it

👀💦🐶⚠️ about +16 infos

🐶 if Frans is in mood, he can be very dominant and even use "things" to make it more exciting. We want to do everything to make her good, even if she want to dominate him, he will be for her 7w7

Blanka 🐑

🐑 she is the sweetest person of her AU,and because of that almost everyone "like" her (mostly for manipulate her)

🐑 she is in couple with Hope

🐑 even if in Rottentale/LovedRotten the soul of courage is the 2nd stronger, but Blanka is weak because she refuse to fight and get XP/L.O.V.E

🐑 daughter of Iris and G!Sans (because Frisk and Chara does NOT exist)

🐑 her favorite food are burgers and juicyfruits like melon, cherry, lemon, ect...

🐑 she loves bunny and mouse

🐑 she is scared of her skeleton form

🐑 Blanka can count on Elior, he must be the younger but he is really sweet with his sister when she does panic crises

Sara ☠

☠ Sara is 7 y.o

☠ she is Fran x Asara's daugther

☠ she has a twin brother named Asan

☠ she is pan

☠ she is her parents' babygirl

☠ she is too slow in her head to be scared of anything (she is not stupid, just slow)

☠ she likes apples :v

☠ she is dressed with different type of clothes

[demegod-dess]

We as a society need more 2D horror point and click adventure games with cool, pretty, and likely desaturated and/or sketchy and/or generally unsettling art styles I think

[veorlian]

sometimes called courier six, but most folks just know her as granny. her hobbies include knitting, fixing up old robots, and finding gifts for her friends. ed-e got a teddy bear and ear muffs 💞

[franollie]

ink practice

[cjhern1109]

Day 5/6: “Affection and Sunset”

Hosted by @fransweek ❤️☺️💀💙

Welp, I unfortunately couldn’t finish the prompt yesterday so combined it with today’s prompt, yay!

To anyone unfamiliar of this AU, ForsakenTale, a genderbent of UT with the Monsters already living on the surface for some time. Sans, or Sam, is gendered swap while Frisk remains as female…..so sapphic Frans, woooo 🙌

Which if you think about it, it’s is pretty fitting with today’s theme of Sunset since the official lesbian flag is also known as “Sunset Flag” 🤭

Wait, does that count a pun?

[valleyfae]

seb in a buffalo 66 type of movie would kill me oh my god i need it so so so bad

The dark sense of humor. I need it now.

I also need a Seb American Beauty type movie

[rthko]

I recently saw a post with Fran Lebowitz saying, "a book isn't supposed to be a mirror; it's supposed to be a door," and it made me think about the state of "representation" discourse online. I thought back to an anon I once received from someone who claims to get "secondhand embarrassment" from "drag queens, leather daddies, and kinksters with pup hoods acting like they represent all gays." Many thought my response was too harsh, that I ought to show more sympathy to people who do not "relate" to nor feel "represented" by these modes of queer being. Blame it on online fandom, blame it on heteronormativity, but we are too concerned with "relatability." It is the sort of "relatability" advertising executives concern themselves with, or "relatability" of people who treat their online presence as a "brand." It is a notion I find alien to queer art and culture.

I have never done drag, nor do I consider myself a part of the leather community beyond befriending others who do and owning some gear. I do not "relate" to these expressions in any vulgar, literal sense, but they are still deeply resonant. And how many of these individuals truly "relate" to the images they peform? Drag artists and leatherfolk are purveyors of fantasy. In their daily lives, they might not be bikers, rockstars, pop divas, or mythical beasts, but they reinvent themselves through metaphors and performances. These theatrical performances are no more absurd than the quotidian performances expected by cis straight society. Larry Mitchell writes, “The faggots act out their fantasies without believing them to be real. The men act out their fantasies always proclaiming that they are real."

This could explain why literal attempts at relatability are often less resonant than campy extravogant fantasies. I once wrote a rant about how Taylor Swift is not a gay icon, and an anon smugly told me, "Taylor makes music for everyone and not just gays." Yes, I suppose she does make music for "everyone," in the same way that the Midwestern weather reporter voice is the universal accent of the English speaking world. But diva worship was never about "relating;" rather, it's about survival through the evocation of patron saints of strength and glamor. Most celebrity or mass media attempts at "relatability" are at best clueless or at worst insulting. I would much rather participate in a campy fantasy, which is in its own right more "real." Susan Sontag describes camp as the "farthest extension, in sensibility, of the metaphor of life as theater.”

I am not telling anyone to stop pushing for the recognition of diverse stories. This is crucial! But the recognition of queer stories should also come with an understanding of queer modes of resonance. When has John Waters ever produced something "relatable?" Who cares? His work resonates, in fact, more than a lot of "safe" gay media that should be all accounts be more "relatable." The "average" listener would not necessarily relate to SOPHIE. They may find her work otherwordly or downright unsettling. But she did not produce music for the "average" listener, at least not before the rest of the musical landscape dragged to catch up with her. Adam Zmith writes: "Inside SOPHIE’s words, performances and final act is the queer utopia of always grasping, always dreaming of a freer life." We are living the wildest dreams of our former, closeted selves, but we are still always grasping, never quite satiated. Queer art is not just autobiographical but aspirational. Let art be a door.

[lanitalay]

One day : Chapter 1

Azriel x Reader

a/n: I saw the netflix series, bawled my eyes out then thought it would make a great Az x reader story.

warnings: anxiety, drinking

word count: 1555k

Masterlist

Summer Solstice was your favorite holiday. Each year you look forward to celebrating the longest day of the year in the most beautiful city in the world. This year would be slightly different, as you were no longer a student, having recently graduated to proper healer. So, for the first time in years, you were able to stay up until the sun set and came back out because there were no readings to do, no papers to write and no seminars to attend the next day. You had informed Madja that you would not be coming in tomorrow and she had understood. “I was young and capricious as well, long, long ago.”

The day was spent at the Sidra, lounging and playing in the sand and the water. It was packed, thousands of fae clamoring to the shore to watch the High Lord’s ship pass by. Cheering for it. When the sun set your friends dragged you back to their apartment to get ready for the night ahead. The Rainbow would be filled with street vendors, music and art. 

“I can’t possibly drink more” you gagged as more sparkling wine was shoved in your hand. “Suck it up!” Nomi laughed and poured a glass for herself. Bec did your hair, curling it in loose waves. Fran did your makeup, smoking out dark shadows in your eye lid. Nomi gave you a short, short dress. The four of you admired the collective beauty in the mirror, even if not one of you could see straight. 

“Onwards!” Fran called and opened the door to let everyone stumble out. 

A few hours after drinking, eating and dancing in the street, Bec insisted she needed to sit down. You were looking around to see where you could take her when you spotted a familiar sign. “Let’s go to Rita’s, she’ll let us sober up in there” you guided your friends through the crowd, weaving in between all kinds of fae until arriving at the sanctuary. 

Rita recognized you and waved you in, sitting you down in one of the booths. The place was not quiet by any means, but the seats were cushioned and Bec sighed in relief as she took off her heels under the table. “These shoes rubbed my feet raw,” she hissed. You waved your hand over her feet and channeled some of your healing powers to her blisters. “Oh my gods, thank you, y/n.” You laughed and announced to the table “I’m going to get more drinks.” 

It had been ten minutes of standing by the bar, trying to get someone’s attention. “Hey! I need liquor!” You heard a low laugh behind you and turned around to see a looming figure, wings tight against his back, biting back a smile. “What’s so funny?” Always confrontational when drunk. He shook his head “nothing, can I order something for you?” 

You considered his offer. He was much, much taller than you. If he wanted, he could reach through the bar and grab a bottle of wine. There was a cloudiness to him, or maybe you were far too drunk. You nodded and told him what the table wanted. He waved the barkeep down and placed the order. “Are you the spymaster?” He nodded once. “I’m y/n,” you stretched a hand, as much as you could within the multitude of party goers. He shook it gently with a calloused hand “nice to meet you, y/n.” 

In a few minutes the four drinks were on the bar, Azriel helped you carry them back to the table. When your friends saw who was behind you their jaws practically unhinged. “Thank you, Spymaster.” “Azriel is fine” he said with a smile, and gods… that smile.  “Thank you, Azriel.”

You wanted to drown yourself in the Sidra when Nomi, ever fearless, shouted over the music “does the Spymaster dance?” 

“I could, with the right partner” he turned his head to look at you. “Are you inviting me to dance?" 

“Yes,” now it was him who had a hand stretched your way. You did not have to convince yourself to dance with him. Putting the glasses on the table, you turned and took his hand, letting him lead you right to the dance floor. 

It must have been hours that you spent dancing that night. At one point your friends came over to let you know they were going to call it. Azriel asked if you wanted to leave as well but his hips were grinding against your behind and his arms were firmly holding your waist. So you shook your head “no.” When the song changed he spun you, slotting your legs together, keeping you impossibly close. So close his nose nudged yours. By then, last calls were being made and you asked Azriel if he could walk you back to your apartment. 

He led you out of Rita’s and you pointed in the direction of your place. Azriel did not let go of your hand until you stopped in front of a building and said “this is me.” He looked at the stone building, decorated with flower boxes on the windows “it's nice.” 

“Can I get you some water? Something to eat?” The night could not end like this. You didn’t want this night to end at all. So when he nodded you beamed and opened the door, walking up the three flights of stairs to get to your apartment. “I have bread and…” you looked through the cabinets and were embarrassed that you had not stocked up on any groceries in weeks “chocolate chip cookies, but they are probably stale.” 

“I’ll try a cookie” he bit into it and grimaced “it’s very stale, throw that away.” You giggled and threw the cookies in the trash. When you turned back to face him he was right in front of you. A hair's breadth away. “You know you’re quite beautiful,” you gulp, “you’re very handsome too.”

His hands come up to graze your cheek, “I really want to kiss you.” 

“So kiss me” it doesn’t take him more than a second to bring your lips together. You hold onto his shoulders and he pushes you pack until he helps you jump on the counter. Your legs spread, wanting him to get closer, closer. He pulls back to ask “where’s your room?” You point to the door behind him and he grabs your thighs, carrying you towards a proper place to bed you. 

Ever so gently, he lays you down on your bed but you stand, turning so your back faces him. “I can’t reach the zipper,” with a feather-light touch he grabs the tiny piece of metal and slides it all the way down. You pull off the straps and let the fabric pool at your feet. Turn again to face this, this time completely bare.

“Your turn,” you start to undo his buttons but he quickly takes over, throwing his clothes on the floor next to yours.  Now you lay on the mattress and he settles on top of you, latching his mouth to yours once again. “Are you alright?” You notice his heart is beating erratically and place a palm on his chest to assess. “Yes, I’m-” “You’re having heart palpitations, lie down, let me do something” you push him on his back, hand still on his chest as you try to soothe the distressed organ. 

“I’m a healer, I’m going to send some magic to your heart to calm it down. It won't hurt but it might feel tingly.” You bring all your concentration to his heart. “It’s really fine-” “Shh, be quiet.” 

A few minutes go by and you are satisfied with his pulse. “Does that happen often? How much did you drink tonight?” 

“Sometimes and a lot.”

“Well try to limit your drinking to water for the next few weeks, I’ll tell Madja to check up on you soon.”

“Perfect, now can we get back to-”

“Absolutely not, you are going to sleep right now, stay here.” You hop off the bed again and throw on a night gown, and throw him pajama pants an ex had left behind. Azriel looks defeated on the bed. “Sorry to kill the mood, but I vowed to put my patients' health first. It's not something I can turn off.”

“Now I’m your patient?” 

“Everyone is a potential patient,” you say and fluff a pillow for him to lay on. “You don’t need to do that,” he grumbles. 

“Just relax.” You fluff your own pillow and lay down next to him. “It happens to me too. Madja calls them panic attacks, they can happen for no reason or a million reasons. It sucks.” 

“We didn’t need to stop, you know?” 

“Yeah, yeah. We can try again some other time.”

“So you want to see me again?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“The Spymaster of the Night Court doesn’t scare you?”

“Ha, good one. I can’t be scared of a patient and don't flatter yourself. You're too pretty to be scary” you teased. 

“Come here,” he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you towards his chest. His heart steady.

“Tomorrow I’ll regret not drinking any water,” you mumble, words spilling into each other as the  weight of the day crashes into you, sleep taking over.

[novelmonger]

So I'm a pretty big LotR fan. And I'm a pretty big fan of the movies. No, they're not perfect, but they're a really good adaptation and a truly masterful work of cinematic art. I've grown pretty familiar with the movies over the past 23 years (@_@) - and not just the movies themselves, but I also love learning all about how they were made. I've watched all the way through all the bonus material in the Extended Editions at least five times (and some of the more fun bits way more times than that XD). I've even watched all three movies with the cast commentary.

But you know what I've never done, not even at the height of my obsession when I had way more free time than I do now? I've never watched the movies with the other commentaries. It looks like there are three more commentaries, with different groups of various people on the crew, and for some reason I never got around to listening through them. I can't for the life of me think why - maybe I thought I already knew everything they'd talk about? maybe I somehow thought it would be boring??? - but today that changes!

I'm going to just jot down the main things that stick out to me that I didn't know before. I've gleaned a lot of BTS information and stories about these movies from various sources, so I'm not sure how long this will be, but I'm sure there will be some new things that jump out at me.

From the FotR writer/director commentary with Peter Jackson, Philippa Boyens, and Fran Walsh:

There was a draft of the script where they didn't have a prologue, and all the information about Sauron and the Ring and Gollum and everything was going to be in that conversation between Frodo and Gandalf @_@ Can you imagine? I mean, yeah, it would be more like the book, but At What Cost? (At the cost of several memes and short attention spans, that's what.)

Peter Jackson says he doesn't like magic or wizards in movies. Um...sir? Why the heck are you making fantasy movies then???

The location where they shot the Ford of Bruinen was a real ford that was used during the gold rush in New Zealand! Because New Zealand had a gold rush around the same time as the one in the U.S.!

Hugo Weaving actually did the voice of Isildur when he claims the Ring and says, "No." I have...questions.

Peter Jackson says the journey through Moria is the best sequence in the book, and Fran and Philippa say it's the best-written chapter. Interesting! I don't know what I would point to as the best-written chapter of FotR; I don't think I've ever thought of that (though I might say some of the best descriptions in this book are in Rivendell).

They said they might redo the Gollum scene in Moria to make him look more like he does in TTT. Uhhh...it's been 23 years, guys, where's my remaster? XD

The Frodo-Gandalf conversation in Moria (the "all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us" conversation) was done with forced perspective??? I never realized that! I thought they just had Elijah sit a little lower than Ian so their eyelines would be right! They totally look like they're looking into each other's eyes, but they're not! :O

"Often in movies, that's a rare thing, to have shots in which nothing is real." - Oh, PJ, if you only knew what the state of things would be in two decades....

The scene of the Fellowship mourning Gandalf outside Moria was filmed before Ian McKellan had even arrived in New Zealand! :O So they were all mourning and reacting to the death of someone they probably weren't even sure what he looked like yet!

Sean Bean was apparently the only one of the primary actors who had any experience with a sword? Or at least he had the most experience. Viggo had to do the Weathertop fight scene on his first day, when he'd never touched a sword before @_@

In Boromir's death scene, the words sung by the chorus in the background is an Elvish translation of Faramir's line "I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend." ;A;

At one point, they were going to have Frodo fighting off an Uruk-Hai before he goes into the boat??? They even shot some of the footage?! Thankfully, they realized that was completely the wrong way to go about his end to this movie; it needed to be an emotional climax, not an action scene, and Frodo's victory is over his own doubts and the Ring's influence on him, when he grasps the Ring and marches forward to continue on his Quest, alone if need be. Thank goodness they realized that before it was too late.

SEAN ASTIN WAS NOT UNDERWATER IN THE SHOT OF HIM DROWNING WHAAAAAT MIND BLOWN

The shot of Boromir's boat going over the edge of the waterfall was actually footage of a barrel going over the Niagara Falls, and they just used CG to replace the barrel with the boat O.O

Fran Walsh: So Viggo's just put on Boromir's gauntlets... Me, a nerd: Vambraces, actually.