#Lockfell

[jjaydazo]

I'm @venelona secret Santa!

Happy belated Fransmas!! thank you Vene for hosting this event, it was really fun! looking forward to do it again next year!

Mary belated christmas and happy new year!

[alusniper]

• G I F T •

🎂happy belated birthday @venelona

[lockfell]

A @secretsantafrans request for @fransfanatic! Lockfell Christmas Frans it is 💖

[venelona]

Commissions for @rainbowmoonmaiden86 💖💕 Thank you so much for commissioning me! 💖✨

Lockfell Sans (Tag) by me/ @lockfell

[fransfanatic]

Hello @last-haven I'm your secret Santa wishing you a merry Christmas and a wonderful day ahead of you✨✨✨✨

Special thanks to @venelona @secretsantafrans thank you so much I have so much fun💕💕💕💕

[yourlocalsweetbunbun]

[ACT] [❤️Hug]

Fanart : @lockfell ! Frans (Creator : @venelona )

Some time ago I had drawn something about lockfell, I still have my first fanart of this au, anyway I hope you like it.

Here below I leave my first Lockfell fanart, I am not responsible for the damage to the eye caused by this drawing.

I really feel that my drawing style has changed a lot, what do you think?

✨❤️

[yelek-galleries]

Winter📂

Claro que sí

Winter skeleton

🏷️ Winter skeleton segúnda hija mayor de frisk y sans de lockfell

🏷️ a sus padres se les ocurrió ponerle Winter por su cabello blanco y porque ella nació en la región de snowing (cuándo aún estaban en el subsuelo)

🏷️ su cumpleaños es el 5 de enero,tiene 18 años,es heterosexual y está en proceso de emparejamiento con Samael de @the-annoying-moth

🏷️ a ella le encanta leer y escribí incluso el libro que ella tiene es un libro escrito por ella para sus hermanos menores,a ella le encanta contarle historias a sus hermanos para que duerman agusto y felices

🏷️ su apariencia es más como la de su padre pero su actitud es casi como la de su madre

🏷️es una chica muy tímida y por lo general miedosa, algo paranoica y amable, pero esa actitud cambia cuando la haces enojar o si le hacen algo a sus hermanos menores,ya que aunque le haya pasado lo que le pasó,no quita el echo de que es la mayor y tiene que cuidar a sus hermanos

🏷️ ella adora a sus hermanos, tanto al mayor como a los menores,ya que siempre la an cuidado y ayudaron después de lo que le pasó

🏷️ no es una persona qué sea buena socializando,no es porque no quiera o porque no sepa como hacerlo,solo tiene miedo,le tiene miedo a las personas

🏷️ ella acontecimiento un echo qué la dejó traumada y con ese miedo a las personas y el desconfiar hasta de su propia sombra

🏷️ no es una persona a la que le guste salir,como dije es una persona a la que no le gusta convivir por miedo

🏷️ es algo sobreprotectora con sus hermanos menores, siempre trata de tenerlos en la mira, incluso les implantó una camara en sus ropas para saber dónde están,con quién están

Lockfell - @lockfell / @venelona

Winter - @yueart (osea yop :D)

[b1lastorrr]

mirrored badasses dauxtale vs lockfell sans phase 1 comein soon

too lazy to make 2 separate sprites

[littlestlilies]

OMG! THEY'RE ALL SO CUTE~!!! There's a little bit of everyone's adorable babies. Thank you so much, Iku 🥹🎄❄️✨❤️

Merry Christmas~!!!

Secret Santa piece for

So hi there @littlestlilies I hear you like stuff with different stuff

Merry Fransmas :3

“Is it working yet?”

“Shhh! I’m trying to calibrate it. This is a highly scientific process.”

“…You’re just hitting it.”

“Shut up! It’s scientific hitting! Dad does it all the time!”

“…��Now you’re biting it. Doesn’t it taste w—”

There’s a weird crackling sound, and the bedroom is suddenly lit by the muted glow of a device powering on. “Ta-da!” The little girl does a fist-pump in triumph, then pulls the blanket further over their heads. “Let’s see…”

But as she moves it closer, the device – a square tablet with no buttons – goes completely black again. “You broke it,” accuses her younger brother, who’s hiding under the covers beside her, squinting without his glasses. “This is dumb. Go put it back in the lab before Daddy finds out.”

“Don’t be such a baby. I—” A pixellated image suddenly flickers on, and she gives him a shove. “See? It works! Uncle Chara was telling the truth!”

The boy pouts. “Yeah, but he had that weird smile again.”

“Oh, shut up. Smiles are good. Look—”

The picture sharpens. It’s a messy living room with stairs in the background and someone curled up on the couch. Another figure walks into the frame from the right, and the children nearly bonk heads trying to get a closer look. “It’s Dad!” and “Daddy!” they whisper-yell at each other.

The monster onscreen does look almost exactly like their father: a squat skeleton with red eyelights and sharp teeth, one of which has been replaced with a golden fang. But the children’s expressions become more curious, almost doubtful, because this skeleton is a little…off. Their real dad doesn’t own any black jackets or sneakers, and while he can look pretty cranky sometimes, this guy just seems mean. Maybe…

But then the person on the couch sits up, and the skeleton’s face softens. There! That looks like their dad! It’s the same smile he gives them and their mom. Who’s this one smiling at? Someone thin, in a gray jumpsuit, with something hanging around their neck…

The skeleton suddenly frowns and points to his own neck. The person turns away to tuck something inside her jumpsuit, facing them just enough for the children to gasp and point in unison: “Mommy!”

A knock on the bedroom door makes them jump. The girl shoves the device under her pillow, her brother diving back into his own bed. “Kids? Are you okay?” When the door opens a crack, they’re both snuggled up in their blankets like sleeping angels. “Hm,” says their mom, and the door creaks shut.

Neither kid moves for the count of five. Then the boy pops up: “Did you see her eyes?!”

“I know!” his sister whispers back. “That was so cool! I wish mine were gold, too!”

“Mommy is perfect the way she is,” the boy says sternly.

“I said my eyes, dummy.” The girl sits up and retrieves the tablet, letting him clamber into bed next to her as she pokes the screen. “Next!”

The device works almost immediately this time, and the kids gape at another image of their mom, this one sitting outside under a tree. She also has golden eyes, but most of her hair is up in little Sailor Moon buns, the rest hanging down to her shoulders. Her dress is super pretty, some kind of Asian style with lacy bits at her throat, gold threads, and pale butterflies on a reddish-pink background, red-and-white rope around her waist… “Is she magic?” whispers the boy.

“I think so,” his sister breathes. “This. Is. SO! COOL! Where’s—”

They both stop as their dad drifts into view onscreen. And he does drift, because he’s got a big red collar with some sort of scribbly paper hanging off it, a gray kimono, and…no feet, just smoke.

The boy’s eyes grow enormous, and the girl pounds the bed in delight. “Omigosh, he’s a ghost! Ha ha! That’s awesome! Why can’t our real dad be a ghost?! He could teach us how to haunt people!”

“I don’t want to haunt people,” her brother complains. “How could you even touch anything?”

She gestures for him to shut up, searching along the side of the device for volume buttons—they can see the ghost dad yelling at their magic mom, and she’s smirking, but there’s no sound. The girl whacks the device again on the bedpost, much harder this time. “Come on, thing! I wanna hear!”

“Shhh!” Her brother grabs at her arm. “You’re gonna break it!”

Whack. “Am not!” Whack. “It’s!” Whack. “SCIENCE!” Wha—

They freeze as a footstep creaks outside the room. The door opens faster than before, but they’re both in bed with their eyes closed right in the nick of time. Their dad squints, grunts, and closes the door.

But there are no footsteps, and the children know to stay where they are till Daddy gives up and clumps back down the hall. Another few seconds, and the device comes out a third time. “Let’s find one with us in it,” she whispers, fiddling with the now-blank screen. “Aww, come on! Work, dang it!”

“I want to try!” Her brother almost grabs it. “It’s my turn now!”

“I’m the scientist here, so you don’t get a turn!” His sister evades his lunge and plants her elbow on his side, pinning him to the mattress as she continues smacking the screen at random. “Stupid thingy!”

The boy is furious, but she’s bigger, and he knows struggling won’t help. Instead, he goes limp until she’s distracted, then digs his fingers into her sides: she yelps, scrabbling to get away. “H-Hey! Stop! Ha ha! That’s not fair!”

“It is too! You’re bad at science! Let me do it!” Her brother flails at her, but she’s hunkered down over the device to protect it, her arms tucked in to prevent further tickling. “Gimme!”

In the ensuing scuffle, they roll this way and that, and eventually manage to hit the tablet hard enough to knock it onto the floor. They freeze as it makes a big thump and then another weird crackling noise…

The device flicks on once more. The children crawl out of bed to watch, fascinated, as the image slowly zooms in and pans over a big room with a long, long table full of books and papers and glass bottles. It looks like a cross between their parents’ lab and a witch’s den – complete with a little cauldron on the table – except there’s a lot of light, and no one is doing a crazy laugh like Daddy. But then the kids point excitedly, and a moment later, they give an awed “Whoooooa!”

They’ve spotted another version of their mother, who’s wearing another pretty dress; this one is dark purple with lots of white lace, like something out of a fantasy anime. Her hair is really short, and her eyes are a neat color, like the red wine Uncle Papyrus brings over and Uncle Chara keeps asking if they want to drink. (No. It tastes gross.) She’s got a hand on her big ol’ belly and is smiling way up at their dad, who they only recognize when he sits down next to her! “He’s HUGE!” the girl squeals. “How does he fit in the door?!”

“How does she kiss him?” the boy asks doubtfully, his nose wrinkled in fascination.

“Eww!” She thumps him with her pillow. “Who cares about that? I wanna see us! I bet we’re like eleven feet tall! And no one can tell us what to—”

“Elys. Arno.”

The children freeze. The voice isn’t coming from the door, or the hallway.

It’s coming from the tablet.

The screen flickers one last time, and they gape as the image of another skeleton pops up on a black background. “It is good to see you both again,” the stranger says, smiling, the slashes on his face scrunching up. “Even if it is far past your bedtime. May I ask how you are doing this?”

Elys is too shocked to speak. “Who are you?” whispers Arno.

“A good question.” The skeleton looks thoughtfully from the open-mouthed little girl to her solemn little-er brother. “Hmm. Fell. I’m glad to see you are both brushing your teeth properly.” He glances down; it’s almost like he can see the border of the actual screen he’s talking on. “Have your parents allowed you to play with this…thing?”

“Maybe,” Arno mutters, and the skeleton just sighs.

“Grandpa?” Elys’ little voice is a croak of disbelief. “I found a picture of you once. It fell out of an album, and Dad told me I didn’t see anything. Uncle Papyrus said you were just a bad memory.”

The skeleton winces, as though his feelings are hurt. “I understand. But I don’t look exactly like him, do I?” He smiles again. “Not as pointy?”

Elys blinks a few times, clearly doubtful. “Uh…no. So, you’re not our grandpa?”

“I am not. Merely an observer from one of the places you little scamps have been observing without permission.” The monster sighs. “I am going to tattle on you in approximately ten seconds. First, though, I will advise you not to listen to your Uncle Chara. He does not have your best interests at heart.”

“Really?” Elys scowls at the screen. “What do you know, mister?”

Arno looks thoughtful, then gets up. “Where are you going?” demands his sister.

“To not get in trouble.” The boy tucks himself into bed and turns over.

“Hey!” Elys pokes the screen, and he somehow dodges her finger. “Who are you?! Tell me—”

“Nine. Ten.” The skeleton winks at her, then takes a very deep breath…

And an earsplitting sound erupts from the tablet: “STUPID DOO-DOO BUTT!”

This time, when the door flies open, their parents find a highly experimental device sitting on the floor with a crack in the casing, their daughter covering her ears and their son buried under the covers. “Elys!” scolds their mom. “What on Earth are you doing?!”

“You too, Arno,” their dad snaps. “Yer not foolin’ anyone.” The boy doesn’t move, and Sans sighs impatiently. “If you really were asleep, you’d be sittin’ up now askin’ what the noise was. Getcher butt out of bed! I oughta—”

…

Gaster never knew exactly what befell the children after that; he had had to sever the connection before anything noticed him speaking across worlds. He wasn’t particularly worried, though. That world looked like an Underlab, judging by the style of their pajamas and the use of science instead of magic, and even the Fell variety thereof tended to make good parents. Their Chara was another story, but the children would figure out for themselves not to trust him. At least the experience had been a diversion from—

“Sans,” Frisk scolded, breaking Gaster out of his reverie. “I told you, I already watered those!”

“You watered ‘em this morning,” retorted her Sans, poking an entry in their log book. “See? We gotta do it every couple hours, remember?”

Frisk peered at the book, then pouted. “Not with the white barley. We decided to try watering them only twice a day. If you tell me I’m forgetting things one more time, so help me, I will—”

Gaster watched them a moment in slightly fond exasperation. He tried not to get attached to too many worlds, but this was…different. Those other children must be having quite a time with what little they had seen here, he thought wryly, getting up to settle the argument. If their father got the device working properly and tried spying on the High Priestess, he’d be in for a surprise, too.

…Hm. Better speak with Frisk about taking measures against any further incursions, especially before this child arrived next month. There would be no Elys or Arno here – they only occurred as a pair, never separately – but that was all right. He had so few truly unique experiences anymore that he was going to be watching very closely indeed.

[aus-from-undertale]

Frisk centric aus!

(or characters based on them)

UT mob - cute smol human Frisk is a puppy kept by papyrus and sans

Understeam- Frisk is an android

Outertale- Frisk is an astronaut

Underfell- Frisk is having a bad time

Soulfell- Frisk is still having a bad time

Underfell- yep, still bad time

Echotale- Frisk is a grown up in a twisted underground

Zombietale- Frisk is a zombie

Undersail- Frisk is a swimmer

Fantasytale- Frisk is a necromancer

Dancetale- Frisk is a Ballet dancer

Underphase- Frisk is an Otaku

UT storyshift- Frisk is the same, but not the underground

Predatortale- Frisk is in danger

Core!Frisk- Frisk fell into the core and now has ungodly powers

Undernovela- Frisk is spanish

Underkeep- Frisk is slaying 💅💅

Joseontake- Frisk is korean

Dogs of future past- Frisk won't give up on gaster

Archertale- Frisk is an archer

Fairytale- Frisk is red hiding hood

Underlust- Frisk is ace

Mergetale- Frisk and Sans are one

Cattale- Frisk is a cat caretaker

Undernovela- Frisk is running for their life in a monstrous underground

Café Frisk- Frisk is a chef!

Hacker! Frisk - Frisk is a naughty hacker

Pillowtale- Frisk is a plushie

Inverted fate- FRISK IS THE SAME BUT THE WHOLE UNDERGROUND IS DIFFERENT! LOVE THIS AU, LOVE THEM READ IT READ IT READ IT

Undertop - Frisk is a mimic!

Ut- circus- Still a mimic

Stand in- Frans au basically

Angeltale- Frisk dosent have wings as all the other monsters :(

Endertale- Frisk just wants to chill, so come on Chara! >:0

Wondertale- Frisk is Alice in wonderland!

Dreamtale- Frisk is in a coma

Systematic restore-Frisk is a bit early

Oceantale- Frisk is a swimmer

Overtale- Frisk is a monster

DeltaExperiment- Frisk is in Deltarune

Trainertale- Frisk is a pokemon trainer

Poketale- Frisk is a pokemon

Slumbertale - Frisk is in a Dream

Feraltale- Frisk is trying to survive Feral monsters

Feral!Frisk- Frisk is Feral

Detale- Frisk is a bored hacker

Quantumtale- Frisk turned back time!

Charatale- Frisk is in a Chara world

Revolutiontale- Frisk meets the monsters on the surface

Datatale- Frisk has a brother called Data

Chromatale- Frisk is a grown up and discovers a secret

Exiletale- Frisk gains a new power after a fight

Kingdom of Crystal Sky- Frisk is a runaway princess

Moontale- Frisk REALLY wants to kill sans

Undergate- Frisk discovers a mysterious key

Soulwarstale- Frisk is on the land of the dead

Ragnartale- Frisk is a princess tangled with a romance triangle

Songfell- Frisk is a priestess

Lockfell- Frisk is a prisioner

Undercrystal - Frisk makes a wish

Grimmstale- Frisk's story is being told with YOUR help

Heavenfell- Frisk ends up in a violent underground

Reversed context- Frisk is a bitch

Over the void- Frisk wants to uncover secrets

Turmoitale- Frisk is in a turmoil

Tartarosstale- Frisk is being judged

Namelesstale- Frisk can't win against undyne!

Eepytale- Frisk is happy

Summontale- Frisk has to trap de monsters

Spitetale- Frisk is good. Out of spite

Grouptale- Frisk and all the other 6 souls are together

Woundtale- Frisk won't forget sans

[alusniper]

• G I F T •

🎂happy B-day @venelona and @sofiathehooman

[444names]

norse deities + fells in cumbria

Alepike Almþrúðr Anfaide Arcrag Ardríðr Arnpike Arryfell Artsaill Artsidd Artsunna Badpike Badpott Baduhell Balmell Barimun Barthwag Barts Bedall Berdr Bermóðr Billbell Billpike Bilmöld Bingulli Birag Birspy Birönd Birönul Blackbak Blean Bleat Blecra Blecran Bledpike Blehayst Bleil Bleplaði Bonottle Bowbarag Brags Braycold Bread Breat Breatrow Breell Brepike Brigyn Brimul Brimull Brobir Broor Broors Brour Browes Browfell Brown Bryfell Buckfell Burnpike Burskul Cafell Cafels Calefell Calemell Calfell Calmr Cardr Cardrífa Carigg Carli Carmoor Carmóðr Carrow Carryn Cartcrag Carthows Castre Catcrag Catsunna Causell Clouseat Cloutbow Coatar Coldr Collve Colmr Combow Crags Crahöðr Dencrags Depike Doddleti Dodin Doldpike Doldr Dopdolmr Dopegi Dovecran Doveir Eadpike Eatga Eirlhope Esspike Fanfell Fiell Flepike Fredpike Freypike Frigrífa Frike Frimfell Friðarr Fross Frowfell Gearts Gefell Gefelli Geiful Geigyn Geild Geill Geimdall Geimfell Geimul Geirdr Gergeat Gerjale Gibsone Gilitt Glepike Gongrún Gragfell Grags Graiterf Graycock Grdalmr Grdrag Gread Greak Greake Greanga Greann Greannes Grear Grearr Grearts Greatga Gredpike Greell Greess Gregg Grepike Gretall Greyarks Greyja Greypike Greyr Greyrike Grigg Grighspy Grights Grimul Grimull Grífanna Gríðr Gullsil Göldpike Gölle Gölrúðr Gönul Gönull Gönulli Haleck Harag Harcrags Harfells Harlhope Harli Harnirk Harroor Harrow Harth Harthows Harthus Haycra Haycrags Haystana Haystild Heatdodd Heathun Heatriga Heimull Hellfell Hencrag Hengdove Henna Hentmell Herdall Herdcrag Herfeldr Herfell Herhow Herse Herside Herspike Hertcrag Herthgul Herðr Higgfell Higgow Highigg Highread Higyn Hillake Hilmell Hilmþrún Hinscall Hinst Hitecra Hitell Hitfeldr Hittles Hjale Hjall Hlake Hlant Hlarts Hlatcrag Hnoll Hnotrag Hnott Hnotts Holmr Horne Howet Hrags Hread Hriful Hrike Hrint Hrunnean H��nirla Illhead Illpike Illva Illveill Ilmþrúðr Iraysti Irpavör Kesspy Lacks Larag Larni Lingeir Lingrag Lings Linlan Linrigg Linsfell Litefell Loatmell Lockfell Longa Longrey Longul Lonott Lonpike Lonpikes Lonsfell Lonst Lorsead Lousean Loutbott Louterf Lowcrag Lowthwag Mandstle Marrow Meann Melfell Mellr Mellyn Middle Mungmoor Mungríðr Mungs Mánir Nacragla Nerfell Nerjall Nethunna Nethur Njöfn Njörunn Oddleck Oughrigg Ourhigg Outbell Raefell Rahöðr Rannan Raudall Rausead Reall Reark Reatret Reats Redall Reepike Reggfell Repike Reyfrean Reypike Rimull Ristild Rockfeld Rowfele Rowfell Rowscar Ránisope Ráðgul Ráðguðr Rótall Rótarrow Saidd Saide Sanguðr Sankfell Scall Scarag Scatside Scaudall Scaus Scawfell Scomb Scrag Scrags Seake Seall Sebryn Semoor Serðr Setherðr Shell Shiga Shigg Shites Sidell Siful Siggow Siggöndr Sighrigg Sindr Sings Sinrigg Sjörþrún Skaðgre Skide Skpike Skull Skögn Skögná Skögun Sköguðr Slake Slatcrag Sligg Slinfa Slingue Slithgue Slitt Snoldr Snolmöld Sonir Sonpike Sophow Stefell Stpike Stpikerf Strigg Strimul Strisdal Stycra Stycrag Stypike Sveiðuna Svili Swirk Ságaveck Tacefell Tanknott Thayst Thgue Thgul Thown Thpikes Thrag Thursif Thuse Thwaide Thwairk Tredpike Vipmangs Vipmannr Vipul Vipull Viðar Válindst Válinr Várag Vörðr Waillaði Wainguðr Wairf Waisa Waisedse Waisett Waitfell Waitt Walmcram Walva Wanga Weske Westes Wetill Whigg Whights Whigyn Whild Whill Whitt Yewbarli Zisope Öldmana Þorfiell Þorni Þorside Þriarke Þriasti Þristil Þriðr Þöguðr Ēosthun Ēoswick

[venelona]

"idiot. your tag is out in the open again."

@fransweek Day 1 - Sweet gesture

Lockfell by @lockfell/me

[nuvex]

MY GAL PAL VENY HIT 10K? AND IS DOING A DTIYS?! Hot diggity for sure I had to participate!

Congrats on this milestone Veny! I’m so proud of you and everything you’ve created since I met you. Wish you nothing but the best!

I can’t believe I haven’t drawn these two until now, for shame me.

ALL HAIL THE FRANS QUEEN VENY!!

LockFell belongs to @venelona @lockfell

[sofiathehooman]

Hello guys srry I kept you all waiting ;v;

So here is the Frans Gallery with some poems/romantic poetry Idk??

Lockfell by: @venelona and @lockfell

Glimmertale by: @iceartzz

Undergate by: @saturnbela and @undergate-blog

Frans- comic Au by: @shisuri-yoko

Hugletale by: @stacycpr and @hugletale-au

Woundtale by: @kolbiewa

Flowertale by: @cocpcoco

Fated Au by: @shayromi and @catsitta

Underlab by: @sharkowskii

Kingdom of the crystal sky Au by: @kodizzzle

The laziest artist: Me ;-;☕

I really love their Au's and Their Art they're all amazing and talented ^^, I hope you enjoy guys

[yelek-galleries]

Terminé uno de 3,que me quedaban, Ahora me faltan 2, pero antes...

CONOSCAN A STAN

🍌 hijo de Sámael y Winter

🍌 su cumpleaños es el 19 de diciembre (en 3 días cumple 19 años 👀)

🍌 tiene 18 años,es demi-chico y pansexual,y hasta la actualidad está soltera

🍌 es ciega de su ojo izquierdo,por eso lo tapa con parte de su cabello

🍌 tiene heterocromia,su ojo izquierdo es amarillo y su ojo derecho es rojo

🍌el nació en lockfell,ya que en diciembre sámael y Winter iban a pasar navidad con la familia de Winter pero se les adelanto la chamaca

🍌 es uno de las amigas de Emmett,suele salir de fiesta con el, pero no es muy amenudo eso

Sámael - @the-annoying-moth

Winter y Stan- yop