#frans prompts

[the-writing-mobster]

| @frans-monthly | Prompt: Picnic | @marihem 's Room Mate AU — I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! | 😑💀 |

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Vibe:

[fransweek]

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

[marihem]

@fransweek 2024

Day 4: Lazy

What a messy evening...

[marimingming]

"SLEEP"

FRANS-MONTHLY (MAY PROMPT (2023))

Undertale AU: Tales From Above

@frans-monthly

Hhhhhh I miss drawing them- 😭❤️

BUY ME A KO-FI?

[cautiousdetective]

Beach : @frans-monthly

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[freetobeafcknriot]

🌙 * ―　silly little unique trivia about your otp．❫

who fell first, and who fell harder?

their hypothetical godly parents (or a deity they could embody in a mythological setting).

soldiers, poets, or kings?

the olive theory according to them (and their palate).

who's the ‘good old-fashioned lover boy’, and who's the ‘killer-queen’?

go-to pet names they have for each other, if any.

what are their star signs? (i know nothing about astrology, but it's funky so out with it!)

their sexual orientations and/or gender identities.

soulmates by fate/chance or by choice?

their hypothetical hogwarts houses, either traditionally speaking, so to say, or following the sortinghatchats method. (alternatively, if you'd rather: their alignment by dnd standards).

who's more likely to do stupid, impulsive, or random stuff, and who's there being like, ‘regrettably, that's the love of my life’?

one to three songs that remind you of them.

who's the “tell me i'm pretty” one, and who's the “you're pretty fucking annoying is what you are” in the relationship?

their love languages.

sun, moon, stars, earth, or eclipse?

three to five non-sexual acts of intimacy.

who's the “i could beat the shit out of you” one, and who's the “i know” one?

one to three other ships from other pieces of media that may remind you of them.

who's the dog person, and who's the cat person? (other pets or animals may also apply.)

their absolute favourite thing about each other in the whole wide world.

do they ever match in any way?

their own little way (or ways) to say ‘i love you’.

who's the “i wouldn't marry myself either” one, and who's the “i would marry you with parer rings” one? (alternatively: i'd marry you with paper rings vs. i'm rich. i'll get you a diamond)?

coffee or tea?

one to five tropes they embody or could pull off in an AU.

[artale07]

@fransweek D1: sweet gesture

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[monster-loverr]

@fransweek

Hi there! I'm VERY late for Shorukart's DTYS but hey, I did it! Enjoy some lazy fur balls <3

Also, weird artistic version under the cut because I kinda liked my sketch

Swear I wasn't on drugs

[shorukarts]

@frans-monthly June prompt: healing

Au: Flowerfell

[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]

| FRANSWEEK Day 5 — Affection | @marihem's Queer Platonic Relationship Frans | 🫶🏻 🐢 |

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@fransweek

| Day 1 💖 | Day 2 ♠️ | Day 3 🫀 | Day 4 🔪 | Day 5 🫶🏻 | Day 6 💎 | Day 7 💋 |

[fransweek]

d1: Sweet Gesture (Even the smallest gesture can be a way to show affection~)

d2: Magic (This prompt can be taken in many ways~)

d3: Tears (Sad ones, happy ones... The angst way or the fluff way will be yours to choose)

d4: Travel (So many places to visit !)

d5: Fancy (Fancy clothes, Fancy place.. Have fun!)

d6: Stargazing ( ✨ )

d7: Valentine’s

February 8th-14th

Please check out the rules: Here!

[sednonamoris]

can you please do reverse tousle + javier?

Pairing: Javier Escuella x gn!reader

Prompt: Mess playfully with my muse's hair

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, first kiss

Word count: 488

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Javier is pretty all the time, but prettiest by firelight, you think. 

It’s late. Everyone else has gone to bed, leaving just the two of you by the dying embers of the last fire. He strums soft and tuneless on his guitar, and hums along the same. His legs are crossed loosely. A faint smile tugs at his lips.

You sit across from him and watch like he’s hung every star in the vast night sky. They twinkle down on you and shine back in the depths of his dark eyes when he looks up to smile at you, amused.

“What?” he asks.

“Just lookin’,” you shrug, but mirror his smile with one of your own.

He quirks a brow. “Like what you see?” 

Yes, you think. Always.

Fireglow glints off of canines flashed with his grin, and you swallow past a dry mouth. That bowler hat you so love to steal has long since been abandoned, and flyaways his ponytail didn’t quite catch frame his face. Without thinking you reach across to tug on them. 

He swats your hand away but his grin is even wider, now. Like he wants to swallow you whole. 

“Could use a haircut,” you say. It’s so hard to look away. Even harder to meet his gaze.

“Sure,” he chuckles at your sorry attempt to cut the tension. “You wanna give it a try? Maybe you’ll be better than the barber in town.”

“Me? I can barely cut a hide straight out hunting. You’ll end up bald if I’m holdin’ the scissors.” 

“Maybe I’ll look good bald.” 

“You look good all the time,” you scoff with a wave of your hand.

It takes a moment to sink in that you’ve said that aloud. Your face flushes with heat the moment it registers, and he laughs in earnest, this time, at your obvious embarrassment. 

“Do I?”

“Oh, fuck off. You know what I meant.”

He smirks. “I think I do.”

“You’re terrible,” you announce. “I’m going to bed.” 

You don’t get up. 

“All alone?” His guitar has been set off to the side, leaned up against the tent pole. He’s closer than you remember, or maybe he was always this close. 

“Terrible,” you repeat. There’s an edge of desperation to the accusation as he moves closer and closer, obvious now. Waiting for you to retreat. Watching you stay. 

“Terrible,” he agrees. His breath ghosts across your lips, parted, waiting. 

He brushes your hair out of your face and gives it a playful tug before settling to cradle the back of your head. You gasp, but the sound is quickly swallowed by the kiss that follows. His lips are warm and welcome against your own. When he pulls away - too soon - his eyes are alight with mischief. 

“Was that so bad?”

“Terrible, like I said,” you say. Even you have to admit you sound breathless. “Do it again?”

He laughs, and does just that.

[fransfanatic]

@frans-monthly prompt rain

My Frans AU -Hidden Behind the Flowers

[scamanderishredmayniac]

Salamanders and Suitcases prompt challenge for Newt’s birthday event 2024: Day 1 - Far Off Countries!

Before I my caption properly little message. Please ignore the wonky writing. I don’t know why that didn’t come out straight, procreate went crazy when I copied and pasted a long piece of text from a word document app. I think it broke procreate, anyway it messed up big time. So please just ignore that and pretend it’s straight. If anyone knows how to fix that mess, then please let me know. All I wanted to do was add text to my picture. Honestly technology can be stupid some times, even if I do love it at other times.

Onto the picture then. Ok I initially started this years ago, maybe 2017? 2018? I can’t remember, think it was before I’d seen Crimes of Grindelwald anyway. I was inspired by some fan art I think it was MuggleNet who had posted them and I think I’d seen them there first; of an idea that what if Harry and Co had instagram? The illustrations were beautiful, and the captions were fun. So of course it was only natural that when I first saw Fantastic Beasts, I wanted to try one for Newt. But the thing with FB is that it doesn’t take place in school, so I couldn’t do a fun scene like the original illustrator who I’d been inspired by, I had to come up with something else; so I thought I’d do one with Newt and Frank instead. I don’t know why I thought of that, I was just stuck for ideas, and I just went with the first thing that came into my head. The instagram icons are the old version, because in the picture that I’d seen, they’d done the older version of instagram and I thought yeah why not? So there you have it.

Anyway it had been sitting in my drafts for years, I’d started it but got side tracked with other new projects and ideas so it just got buried and, I just couldn’t get back into it. But I decided I needed a kick in the backside to finish this, so I thought I’d enter it for this years Fantastic Beasts event that took place for Newt’s birthday instead. The event can be found on @salamandersandsuitcases profile.

For this prompt the word was Far Off Countries, so I thought it would actually be quite appropriate. Although essentially I had a different idea, but decided it was too difficult and would take too long to start from scratch, since I felt like I needed at least one piece of work up at least. And since I had this one half done, I thought it best to just go with it, besides I needed that kick up the backside to complete it, otherwise it could have been sitting there for another 100 years.

I hope you like it!! I’m actually quite pleased with it considering the colour palette got messed up because I selected comic strip, when selecting the canvas. Which apparently has a lighter colour palette than all the other ones. Well I didn’t know that till it was too late. Not to mention the wonky writing at the bottom. But I like it all the same. I hope you do too. Don’t forget to click that heart and reblog!

[autumnslance]

send HELPED for a scene from my muse's past in which someone helped / saved them

For Iyna, please!

She was surrounded.

The magitek smoked and sparked beyond the line of advancing soldiers; she'd accomplished that much, at least.

"Make sure to capture her," the Pilus called. "Sas Laccius will be pleased we've snared this hare!"

Iyna froze, pulse hammering in her ears, mouth dry, fingers clenched on her gun's stock. She had to move, had to react, had to do something, but the mention of Tyrsis had unnerved her far more than it should.

He still hunted her? After all this time?!

The soldiers nearest to her fell, cries cut short and blood spurting, arrows protruding from their necks and torsos. The squad reacted, turning to the new threat.

"More of her rebel friends!"

But she did not know these people; she had been on a solo mission to destroy this depot, her last cell dead and none willing to work with her--not with her strange visions of others' pasts.

Still, the sudden appearance of others unfroze her, and she lifted her gun and fired.

The battle was quickly finished, and the rebels dispersed into the depot to complete their work. Their leader, however, walked up to Iyna, her eyes wide at the sight of another Viera. The woman wore filigree armor, her thick white hair hanging long down her back, and her sharp red eyes raking over Iyna.

She was more threatening than the Garleans had been.

"Didn't know anyone else was operating here," the other Viera said.

Iyna shook her head. "It's just me."

The Viera's brows raised. "Working alone? No wonder you were in such a tight spot." Her long ears twitched and she looked toward the road. Iyna heard it too; the faint, tell-tale sounds of vehicles on the way. "We need to move; there's room, if you want to join us."

Iyna was certain the woman didn't just mean to leave the depot, but she nodded. "If you've got an extract plan, I'll take it. I...didn't really," she looked away.

The Viera studied her a moment, even as she called to her team. "I'm Fran," she finally said to Iyna. "General of Lente's Tears."

"Iyna. Not of anything," she replied as she followed the group through the ruined fence. Behind them, the depot exploded into a brilliant plume of fire and smoke, the incoming vehicles screeching to a halt outside the gate on the opposite side. "Thanks for the help." Her own plan to disable the depot had been terribly incomplete.

Somewhat on purpose, if she was being honest.

Fran's slight smile was feral. "You're welcome. Let's go--and maybe we can talk about making you a talented operative of somewhere again."

Iyna drew in a breath, nodded, and followed Fran.